Hiro Hamada x Reader (1)

Hey there! I'm Critique-A-La-Mode, but you can call me Plain. I've never written a fan-fic before (that is, I've never written a PUBLIC fanfic... Muhahahaha!) so, I may be a bit ameturish with my works. I'm sorry about that.

Here is the key term:

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/P/N) - Your Pet's Name

(I get to choose your Dad's name! Sorry! His name is ̶e̶l̶e̶v̶i̶q̶u̶e ̶m̶o̶d̶e̶l̶i̶s̶t̶a ̶f̶o̶r̶t̶u̶r̶e Dylan.)

As for your mom... Well, you'll see soon. 

(E/C) - Eye Color

(L/N) - Last Name

I hope that isn't too much to remember! Let me apologize in advance if I ever put in any typos, (typos are my pet peeves) and if the characters are OOC (out of character). Now, let's begin!
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                                                                Chapter one: The new home
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14 year old genius (Y/N) (L/N) breathed in the cold, San-Fransokyo-autumn air, and entered your new home. It was 12:00; midnight. "So, (Y/N)!" Your dad entered in with a box. "Like the new house?" His cheeks were rosy from the coldness outside your new home in San Fransokyo. "I can't critique this house unless I can actually see it..." You remarked, fiddling your hands on the wall in search of a light-switch. 'Aha!' You found the light-switch, and triumphantly turned it on. "Woah..." You sighed out. The house was beautiful. The floor is a nice chestnut color, and the wall is tan. "Well?" He said, setting the first box down on the floor. "Don't keep me waiting here!" "AH, oh! It's absolutely wonderful..." You said, exploring your new home. "Better than that crappy old rental home." And, it definetly was! In your old rented house, the floor-boards creaked, the toilet wouldn't flush properly, and more bad things. Eventually, the land-lord of the house learned that the home was in bad condition. You and your dad were blamed for the mess, and were kicked out. Your dad took ot a picture of your mother and hung it on the wall. "Do you think Margaret (your mom) would've liked it...?" He said. When you were five, your mom died in a car wreck... With you and your dad in it. Both you and your dad didn't get hurt, but your mom did. Her last words were still fresh in your mind. "(Y/N), you are loved. Remember that." She coughed out some blood. "No matter what happens, stay strong for me, okay?" You vigorously nodded your head; that was hard to do, you were bawling your eyes out. She puffed out her final breath. Your dad interrupted the flashback. "(Y/N), CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" He said. "AIIYEEEE!" You screamed. "YEAH, ALRIGHT, DANDY!" You stood like a soldier, and did a salute-like wave. Your dad chuckled. "I got this. I can continue unpacking, you just sleep for the night, because..." He waved a SFIT letter. "You got accepted into SFIT!" He said, grinning from ear-to-ear. You stayed silent; so much was sinking in. "What... I... WHAT, I... OH. MY. GOOOOSH!" You smiled and jumped onto your dad, in happiness. "I DID IT, DAD!" "I-" You stopped. You started snoring, you were so tired. Your dad chuckled, and set you into your new room. He wrapped you into a blanket and kissed your head. "Sweet dreams, (Y/N)."

WAS THAT LONG, OR WHAT? GET USED TO IT! I tend to make chapters overly long (good for you!)because I'm crazy about details. Don't worry though, my child, I bet you're thinking: 'WTH IS THIS AUTHOR DOING THIS IS MY LIFE STORY WHR IS MY PART OF KISANG HIRO" Okay, maybe not that, but something like that. "Where do I meet Hiro?" You ask. Tomorrow! (*cough*next chapter*cough*) See you there! -Critique-A-La-Mode