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|Subway Hero| Hayato x Reader ♡

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My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected/SNAFU
Published: (4.23.18)

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Your POV:

Tapping on my phone a few times, I check over my side to see if my subway buddy had arrived yet. As per usual, a taller figure comes jogging over to me, panting every five seconds.

"Sorry I'm late, (Y/N) Chan," Hayato Hayama, my subway buddy, halts in front of me and tries to catch his breath, "Woke up late this morning... *pant, pant* Alarm didn't go off."

"It's fine," I slightly chuckle at his antics, "As long as you go here before the train came here. Did you finish the homework last night? I have no idea how to do the question on page 173, the one with the pentagon."

"Well, it was a pretty difficult one," he admits before continuing, "I'll tell you on the train."

"But I don't feel like talking about math," I whine while puffing my cheeks out, "And I highly doubt that you found it difficult. You're one of the smartest students in the grade!"

"I guess, haha!" The blond classmate scratches the nape of his neck and laughs a little, "Oh, the train's here."

As I turn around to check out the dark, quiet tunnel, a sudden rush of wind comes blasting my way. A pair of head lights blares their brightness and I squint in order to decrease the glare.

"Yep," I confirm with sarcasm laced in my voice, "That's the train alright."

"It's been over a year and yet you're barely used to trains," he sighs and flashes me with his signature smile.

"Sh-Shut up!" I pout before waiting for the train to stop.

A sudden gust of wind slaps me on the back, causing me to stumble forward. Before I had time to even realize, Hayato extends his arm and props me back up.

"Be careful," he mutters, "If I wasn't there, you would be dead."

"Exaggerating much?" Despite saying that, I knew that if Hayato wasn't there for me, things would not end so well, "Thank you, subway hero."

The train finally halts in front of us and the door slide open. For common courtesy, the blonde and I step back to allow exiting passengers to, well, exit.

After the few people rush out of the doors, Hayato and I step inside the train to try and find available. Since it was so early in the morning and this stations was one of the first ones, most seats were empty.

I almost jump into the plastic seat and begin to slump as fatigue from last night hits me.

"Tired?" Hayato withdraws a few papers from his book bag.

"Yeah," I admit and do the same as him, "Give me your answers, I need to finish my homework."

"Without saying 'please'!?" The popular student feigns a sign of shock.

Rolling my eyes, I huff out a short and brief 'please'. Satisfied, he passes me one of the papers locked away neatly in his fat binder.

I scribble the answers in as quickly as possible. Sure, the handwriting didn't look too great but the end result should be sufficient.

Glancing over to the side, I spot Hayato bent over and writing very slowly. What's up with the pace?

"Hayato," I slide over his, of course, tidily done homework, "Here you go, thanks!"

"No problem," he hides the paper he was previously writing away while putting the sheet of answers in his binder.

"What are you doing?" Me being the nosiest person in the world, I stretch all around in an attempt to hunt down the secretive note.