Trouble Maker (Hiro Hamada X Reader)

Chapter Five: Dinners Are Never Good

Hiro just stared at you with a poker face. An odd flicker in his eyes almost pushed you to the edge of frustration.

"Geez, you have a loud mouth for a girl. Unless you are one. Can I do the honors of sewing it close?" Hiro didn't bother to cover the fact he is completely, insulting, blunt and bored out of his mind.

"This is getting bad," Honey comments to Wasabi and he nods in agreement.

"I've never seen Hiro this agitated before. Not even when we were at the island. (Y/N) probably did something to him to make him act like this." Wasabi ventures.

"This is like a scene from a romance movie. Where two people will fight in the dinning room and one will walk out and the other will be heart broken. This will be so epic," Fred utters, mostly to himself.

Hot, steaming smoke emitted from your nose and ears, your whole face painted plain red from both anger and embarrassment. Your emotions were ruling over your mind and body. So the time Heathecliffe, Fred's amazingly calm and collected butler, emerged from the double doors of the kitchen, you didn't hesitate take the food in the tray he held and threw it towards Hiro's direction.

Unfortunately and fortunately for the fourteen year old, the plate missed him but the contents of it splattered on him, head to chest. Hiro had his eyes closed and his breathing falters the moment he felt the food land and stick on him.

You smirked. That's what you get.

Hiro lets out a shaky sigh before opening his eyes. He glares at you, "If you're going to try and hurt me, can you at least make it more original? I've seen thousand of people throw food at others." Hiro banters as he wipes away the sticking on his face.

"Oh boy. . ." Wasabi mutters as he sunk on his seat.

Honey sets her utensils down and glanced back and forth warily at the two standing figures who are currently busying themselves by burning into each others' glares. "This will not end good. . ." She tells her friend next to her.

Gogo shrugs, sighing. "No kidding. The two can practically kill each other by glaring."

Fred, however, is oblivious to the growing tension in the room that he took his phone out and began recording the whole thing.

A menacing smirk worked its way to your lips, causing Hiro to shoot you a quizzical look. "If that's what you want, Hiro Hamada. You'll get what you want." With that said, you made a giant leap over the table to where Hiro is and pinned him onto the ground, his hands over his head.

A blush crawled its way up to Hiro's cheek but you were too concentrated on what you are planning to do with him to notice. With one hand firmly holding Hiro's hands above, your other free hand tried to grasp anything above the table, blindly moving around. As soon as you made contact with a cold and hard object, you grabbed it.

And if the situation wasn't bad enough, you ended up obtaining a jar of peanut butter.

Meh, better than nothing.

"(Y/N)!" Wasabi exclaims as he rose up from his chair, alarmed. He still remembers Tadashi's explanation about Hiro's allergy for peanuts. The horrible effects and the aftermath. It wasn't a pretty condition. It involves difficulty to breathe and the face magically bloating.

You smirked knowingly. Based on Wasabi's outburst and Hiro's agape reaction, you knew the object you currently have in your possession must be triggering some buttons.

"No!" Hiro yells as you opened the jar and slicked a generous amount on your fingertips.

With a sadistic smirk, you spoke. "Time to eat, Hamada." And cue the maniac like laughter.

Just as you were about to graze your peanut butter clad tips on Hiro's lips, Honey Lemon and Gogo quickly half pulled half dragged you away as Wasabi knelt before Hiro, checking if he needs aiding. However, Fred didn't stop recording.

You rolled your eyes. It's not like he's going to die.

Hiro pushes Wasabi away lightly and shot sharp daggers towards you, teeth grinding. "Are you trying to kill me?" He barks loudly.

"Why not? I don't see the harm of it." You shrugged.

"You're a crazy girl." He insults.

"And you're a jerk." You retorted, arms crossed.

Before any of you could do anything God knows what, Honey Lemon steps in. She rested her palms on her hips and huffs. "You two need to get along. Our circle of friendship will not work out if you two are always at each others' throat. We need to do something about your. . ." she stops, thinking for the right word, ". . love ad hate relationship." She lectures sternly like a mother, an index finger pointing up the ceiling as she glimpsed at the two of you back and fro.

"That won't even happen if this jerk," You threw the cap of the peanut butter jar at Hiro, "will stop insulting me. And we do not have a love and hate relationship!"

"I'm not insulting you. I'm simply stating the fact, you're an annoying, violent, hard headed, ugly, reckless, uncool, good for nothing little pest." He jested, throwing the cap back to you.

You easily avoided it. "See what I mean?"

Fred joins in, grinning from ear to ear. "I think I have the right and perfect solution to this love problem they have." He declares quite proudly, tipping his chair when he stands up abruptly.

You and Hiro flushed deep red and averted your eyes from each other, pouting. We do not have a love ad hate relationship! Will someone listen to me?!

"And what's that?" Gogo asks, helping Wasabi up.

Fred smirks wickedly, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you.

Oh no. What does he have in mind?

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Ooh! What is Fred up to now? Something stupid or weird probably. Who knows. . .

*smirks evilly*

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