Holidays
3. St. Patrick's Day, March 17th, 2014
Hiro laughed listening to a story Fred was telling about how Wasabi got his nickname, much to Wasabi's objection. Just then, Tadashi came downstairs so they could leave and go to a restaurant for dinner. Hiro stopped laughing when he saw what Tadashi was wearing.
Normally, Hiro wouldn't have minded if Tadashi was wearing a tight green shirt, black skinny jeans, and black converse. But the fact that it was St. Patrick's Day, and there would be a lot of drunk people staring at his brother/crush didn't sit well with Hiro. He didn't like what the shirt said either.
Hiro couldn't help but glare at Tadashi's shirt that read: I'm not Irish, but you could still kiss me.
Oh, how he wanted to. He really, really wanted to.
But, all Hiro could think about at the moment is how much he wanted to slap Tadashi for wearing that damn shirt.
"Hey Hiro," Tadashi said, snapping Hiro out of his little world. "You okay?"
Hiro put on a false smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
As the group walked down the street, Hiro's initial thought was correct. Many people, girls and guys alike, were staring at Tadashi.
Hiro would often drop out of the conversation happening to see that someone was staring at his older brother. He was able to scare off the girls and some off the smaller guys with a glare. It helped that he was pretty tall and had a bit of muscle mass to give the glare a dangerous quality. Knowing that the bigger guys would just laugh if he glared at them, Hiro showed them the taser he had tucked inside his cut-off sleeve hoodie. That got them to back away.
"Are you sure you're okay Hiro?" Tadashi whispered as the others spoke behind them.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hiro responded. "I told you earlier."
I'm just dealing with the consequences of you wearing that stupid shirt.
"It's just that you've been looking angry all evening." Tadashi said.
"I'm not angry," Hiro assured. "I'm fine, I promise."
Tadashi looked at the teen carefully before smiling and throwing an arm over Hiro's shoulders.
"Alright, but if anything is wrong, you tell me, okay?" Tadashi asked.
Hiro smiled up at Tadashi.
"Okay."
Hiro was happier as the night continued. Tadashi kept an assuring arm over Hiro's shoulders and kept an arm on the back of Hiro's chair in the restaurant. The younger Hamada was elated that it kept people from staring, probably thinking that Tadashi was taken, and that his crush was in such close proximity.
As Hiro and Tadashi walked home with the rest of the gang absent, Tadashi turned to Hiro.
"So, are you feeling better now?" Tadashi asked.
"Yes dad." Hiro joked.
Tadashi elbowed Hiro in the side while the younger Hamada laughed. Tadashi chuckled as well. Hiro reveled in the sound of Tadashi's deep laugh. Hiro yawned into his shirt.
"Tired?"
"No." Hiro said, covering another yawn.
"Sure you're not." Tadashi replied sarcastically, opening the door to the café.
"I'm not." Hiro said as two of them walked upstairs to their room.
"Go to sleep Hiro." Tadashi ordered while peeling off his shirt and climbing into bed.
No way am I going to sleep now. Hiro thought staring at Tadashi's chest.
Hiro sadly ripped his eyes away from the spectacle that was Tadashi and climbed into bed.
"Night Tadashi."
"Night Hiro," Tadashi answered. "Love you."
Hiro looked at the light glinting off of the gold necklace he gave Tadashi for his birthday five days ago.
I'm sure you do, but do you love me the way I love you?
(A/N: I told you that annoyed, jealous Hiro and oblivious Tadashi would make an appearance. Hiro's character was very fun to write this chapter.)
NEXT TIME:
"Well, have you done anything to get his attention?"
"No, not really."
"Then we'll fix that right now."
After an hour, Hiro looked in the mirror at the new outfit GoGo and Honey Lemon put him in.
"I don't appreciate this."
