Hiro Hamada x Reader - Kiss or Bust

Hiro could live with the teasing. It was akin to being teased by his late brother Tadashi. Being put to the test was something he was unprepared for.

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"You couldn't kiss her if your life depended on it," Go Go challenged.

"Oh yeah?" Hiro shot back.

"Yeah. Let's bet on it. Forty bucks."

"That's extortion!" 

"Fine. You proved my point."

Hiro didn't back down. Tadashi wouldn't have. "Fine. Forty bucks."

"Terms. You can't tell her about the bet or you're disqualified. The kiss has to be on the lips and last for sixty seconds."

"I accept those terms. If I win, you have to kiss Fred."

Go Go grimaced. That sounded as unappealing as Cass' spicy face-numbing chicken. But she wouldn't back down either. "Deal."

Hiro and Go Go shook on it.
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Hiro thought of what Tadashi would say: "Do it or you're out forty bucks knucklehead."

If only it were that easy. Hiro could solve complex matrices in seconds, but when it came to pouring out his heart to [F/n], he was lost. What was he thinking making that bet? He wasn't. It was impulsiveness. You can only push a person so far before they break, and this was a prevalent example. But Hiro wouldn't just let Go Go win. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction, not after she downplayed him like she dd. Hiro sat at his computer, switching on the webcam. His eyes trained on [F/n]'s account picture. Even a small scale image of her could send his heart aflutter. Fortunately she was online. Hiro moved the cursor over the 'make call' button and clicked on it. His fingers drummed on his desk nervously. [F/n] appeared on the screen.

"Hey Hiro!"

"Hey [F/n]. What's up?"

"Not much. Got back from (sport) practice. Coach Duran is such a hard ass."

Hiro laughed. "Want to hang out?"

"At the cafe?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll be right over."

She ended the virtual chat. Hiro tidied up his room and made himself more presentable. He greeted [F/n] downstairs. She hugged him. Hiro couldn't prevent the blush pervading his face. It wasn't a smothering hug like Aunt Cass', but sweet and homely. Aunt Cass came over wearing her apron.

"Hi [F/n]. Can I help interest you in something?"

"No thanks ma'am," she replied courteously. "Hiro wanted to hang out." 

"Oh! Well I don't want to be a third wheel!"

"Aunt Cass!" Hiro whined. Why'd she always have to embarrass him? If his face got any redder, a new color would be invented. 

"Sorry kiddo!" She ruffled his wild hair.

Cass went back her cafe duties. Hiro and [F/n] slid into a booth. Cass placed a bowl of spring rolls on the table. Hiro and [F/n] reached for the same one. Hiro drew his hand back; an automatic reaction, like touching an open flame. He's never blushed so much in one setting.

"Mm. Better than garlic bread."

"You and your appetizers."

"You and your gummy bears." 

"Want to see Megabot?"

"Sure."

"Come. I'll show you."

[F/n] followed Hiro up to his room. On the way up, she accidentally stepped on the tail of a sleeping cat. The feline viciously meowed, scratched her leg and scampering off. "Ow."

"[F/n]! I-I'm sorry!" Hiro stammered. "Just-just stay there!"

Hiro treated this as a 911 emergency. The cream colored robot inflated to full size. "I was alerted by a sound of distress."

"Whoa, that's Megabot?" 

"No. This is Baymax, [F/n]." Hiro said, motioning Baymax over to her.

"Hello." The automaton greeted with a wave. "You seem to have cut your left leg. You are in need of first aid."

Baymax retrieved the first aid kit. He doused a cotton ball with alcohol and swathed it over her ankle. [F/n] muttered audible "ows" at the stinging. "It is okay to cry. It is a natural response to pain." He covered the cut with a bandage. "Have a lollipop." [F/n] took the cavity stick. 

"Sorry about Mochi. He's only friends with tuna."

"That explains why he's so fat."

The two youths laughed.

"It's Tadashi's fault. He used to feed him under the table. Aunt Cass would yell at him for it. 'You're adding pounds to that cat Tadashi'." He sighed inwardly. "Not a day goes by that I don't think of him."

[F/n] hugged him and Baymax followed suit. "It will be all right. There there."

"Thanks buddy. You too [F/n]."

"So are you still gonna show me Megabot?"

"Oh right."

Hiro gathered the bot and its controller. He sat cross-legged beside [F/n] with the tablet in his lap. The robot's servos corresponded to the tablet as neurotransmitters to the brain. Megabot skittered across the floor in a graceful, animated style. "Wanna try?" Hiro asked. 

"I dunno. Do you want a girl handling your robot?" she said coolly. 

"[F/n], I think I'm past the age of worrying about cooties."

"Hiro's adolescence is in its prime stage of development."

"Baymax!" Now his own robot is embarrassing him. [F/n] was quite amused at that. After getting it out of her system she said, "Okay. I'll try out your bot." Hiro handed her the tablet. He positioned her hands so that she was holding it correctly. He showed her the basic controls. She caught on fast. Megabot moved in its programmed path. "This is so cool!" Hiro liked how fascinated she was. It made him feel lighthearted. 

"There is a spike in Hiro's dopamine levels. I determine it is due to genuine affection. More specifically: love." 

"Love? Hiro, you're in love? With who?"

A ball formed in Hiro's throat. "Y-you."

Now it was [F/n]'s turn to blush. "I'm touched. I feel the same way Hiro."

Hiro stole a kiss from [F/n]. He heard his heart pounding in his ears. [F/n] closed her eyes and kissed at the same mild pace. The kiss was gentle yet imbued with such love. Hiro was too "preoccupied" to time it. He unlinked his lips from hers.

"[F/n], I'm not good at all this lovey-dovey stuff but I'll try to be a good boyfriend." 

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She leaned on his shoulder.

Hiro thought of what Tadashi would say at this exact moment: 'Way to go, bonehead.'