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The delicious scent of hot coffee woke you. Opening your eyes lazily you stretched and yawned, a smile still on your face from last night.
The ride was too short. You wished you didn’t live so close to the campus so you could have stayed that way for just another five minutes, arms wrapped around his torso, laughing into the wind and talking about anything he could think of as you rode along. You learned he had a brother, they lived with his Aunt Cass and she owned a café.
“Best pastries in town,” he boasted cheerfully as his scooter zipped in and out of traffic. “You’ve got to try them sometime!”
“I will! I love pastries!” you called over the sounds of cars and the wind.
You enjoyed the way you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest as you held on, how you could tell how excited he was about attending San Fransokyo Institute of Technology and how much he cared about his family.
When he pulled up to your building you hopped off with a huge smile.
“Thanks so much! That was really fun, I’ve never ridden a scooter before.”
“Anytime.” He beamed again.
You took off the helmet and tried to calm your hopelessly windswept hair. You must have looked pretty funny with your wild hair and pink cheeks because he walked up to you laughing and tried to move some of your hair off your face too. The light touch of his fingers on your face made you blush.
“Thanks.”
“Sure thing,” he took the helmet and hesitated. “Hey do you think I could have your number. You know, in case I get confused. And so we can meet up at some point, maybe do some work together?”
Your heart skipped a beat. Could what you were hearing be true? He wanted your number? For work, like he said, but hey it was a start!
“Of course!” You had your phone out in the blink of an eye.
After exchanging numbers you said your final good byes and parted ways for the night.
Once safely out of sight in your room you let out a squeal and did a little happy dance around your room before collapsing into bed. You were so excited you almost forgot to take your medicine. Almost.
You smiled again at the thought of seeing him, and then realized you were smiling and giggling foolishly and scolded yourself.
‘You only just met him! He only just met you! Don’t be silly!’
But even your inner voice couldn’t wipe the smile away today.
As you get out of bed and start pulling yourself together for the day you hear your phone ding. With your toothbrush still dangling from your mouth you click to view it, and find a message from Tadashi. He wants to know if you want to grab breakfast at his aunt’s café and start some work.
“And maybe I already have a few questions.” He adds sheepishly. “But either way Aunt Cass made some (favorite pastries), which I know are your favorite so you should come. Okay, well hopefully see you soon!”
Before even finishing the message you type a response and get ready in overdrive. You grab your things and are sprinting out the door when your roommate Mildred makes an appearance.
“Hey Mil! Coffee’s in the pot, extra waffles are in the freezer, see you later!”
Mildred squints one sleepy eye at you.
“Woah crazy, slow down. Where are you going?”
“Just to meet a friend.”
She gives you a slow once over.
“Some friend. I’ll have to meet him some day.”
You flush and rush out the door.
“Shut up, bye!”
The ride was too short. You wished you didn’t live so close to the campus so you could have stayed that way for just another five minutes, arms wrapped around his torso, laughing into the wind and talking about anything he could think of as you rode along. You learned he had a brother, they lived with his Aunt Cass and she owned a café.
“Best pastries in town,” he boasted cheerfully as his scooter zipped in and out of traffic. “You’ve got to try them sometime!”
“I will! I love pastries!” you called over the sounds of cars and the wind.
You enjoyed the way you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest as you held on, how you could tell how excited he was about attending San Fransokyo Institute of Technology and how much he cared about his family.
When he pulled up to your building you hopped off with a huge smile.
“Thanks so much! That was really fun, I’ve never ridden a scooter before.”
“Anytime.” He beamed again.
You took off the helmet and tried to calm your hopelessly windswept hair. You must have looked pretty funny with your wild hair and pink cheeks because he walked up to you laughing and tried to move some of your hair off your face too. The light touch of his fingers on your face made you blush.
“Thanks.”
“Sure thing,” he took the helmet and hesitated. “Hey do you think I could have your number. You know, in case I get confused. And so we can meet up at some point, maybe do some work together?”
Your heart skipped a beat. Could what you were hearing be true? He wanted your number? For work, like he said, but hey it was a start!
“Of course!” You had your phone out in the blink of an eye.
After exchanging numbers you said your final good byes and parted ways for the night.
Once safely out of sight in your room you let out a squeal and did a little happy dance around your room before collapsing into bed. You were so excited you almost forgot to take your medicine. Almost.
You smiled again at the thought of seeing him, and then realized you were smiling and giggling foolishly and scolded yourself.
‘You only just met him! He only just met you! Don’t be silly!’
But even your inner voice couldn’t wipe the smile away today.
As you get out of bed and start pulling yourself together for the day you hear your phone ding. With your toothbrush still dangling from your mouth you click to view it, and find a message from Tadashi. He wants to know if you want to grab breakfast at his aunt’s café and start some work.
“And maybe I already have a few questions.” He adds sheepishly. “But either way Aunt Cass made some (favorite pastries), which I know are your favorite so you should come. Okay, well hopefully see you soon!”
Before even finishing the message you type a response and get ready in overdrive. You grab your things and are sprinting out the door when your roommate Mildred makes an appearance.
“Hey Mil! Coffee’s in the pot, extra waffles are in the freezer, see you later!”
Mildred squints one sleepy eye at you.
“Woah crazy, slow down. Where are you going?”
“Just to meet a friend.”
She gives you a slow once over.
“Some friend. I’ll have to meet him some day.”
You flush and rush out the door.
“Shut up, bye!”
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Let me know if it's any good and I should keep going.
Here's the first part The Beginning - TadashixReader
next: here!
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Plot belongs to me
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Let me know if it's any good and I should keep going.
Here's the first part The Beginning - TadashixReader
next: here!
Big Hero Six belongs to Disney
Plot belongs to me
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I want part 3. This story cant stop to this you must continue. You got talent