Hiro Hamada X Tadashi Novels & Stories

Elena turned, and her jaw dropped in surprise. Standing in the doorway was Hikaru Takeda, Adrian’s childhood friend from Tokyo — a man with a disarming smile, tall and impeccably dressed, exuding a mix of confidence and warmth. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and the faint hint of citrus and sandalwood cologne reminded Elena why Adrian had always seemed a little… territorial around him. “Hikaru,” Adrian said, his silver eyes sharp, though he forced a smile. “This is unexpected.” “Adrian!” Hikaru replied, closing the distance in a few long strides. “It’s been too long.”

] [Here's what you do: slip the security guard a few hundred, ask if anyone's been coming in and out. I just stared at the screen, heart racing, mind spinning. Distracted, I changed and headed out to dinner. Stuart had booked my favorite spot. He couldn't handle spicy food, but still ordered a full table of flaming red dishes just for me—sweating and chugging water the whole time. For a second, I felt guilty. 'Maybe I AM overthinking this.' Halfway through dinner, I couldn't hold it in. "The hamster we raised died. You know that, right?"

Masayoshi chided coldly, “You are not even from Kobayashi Pharma, so what makes you the majority shareholder?” At this moment, Hiroshi turned around to look at Charlie. He recognized Charlie immediately, exclaiming in alarm, “Mr. Wade, why… why are you here?” Charlie grinned the moment he saw Hiroshi and said, “Tanaka, are you a ghost? Why am I running into you everywhere?” Yahiko hurriedly questioned, “Tanaka, do you know him?” Hiroshi hurried to Yahiko and whispered, “Ito-san, this is Charlie Wade, the man who crippled Yamamoto-san…”

As the doors of her room groaned open, the golden-haired maiden felt as though it was her meeting with the older woman for the first time. Hades was in her usual black robe - all glorious and mighty as she had always been, but there was something different. Hades's night-black hair was braided down to one side over her slender shoulder. She just stood there in the light of the glowing torches like a rising sun over the rim of the mountains. Persephone found it extremely strange that Hades could appear so grim and somber one moment and then so radiant and lively the next. This had begun to unsettle Persephone's mind. "I apologize for the short notice, Persephone, but I hope you are ready for

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender

Cassandra stood right behind him, her arms crossed and her face was already twisted with hatred as usual. Damon stared at my face down to the two babies strapped to my body. Both twins woke up and growled tinily at the same time. The sound across the open space was like a warning. Even the Betas took a small step back. “You returned to me,” Damon said, his voice low and rough, with a carefree tone. “But you came with… babies.”

“Kuronomiya.” A female colleague of mine named Futaba Megumi approached me at my desk. “Yes?” “Hamada-san is looking for you.” “Ah. Thank you for telling me. I’ll go now.” I said, saved the document that I was working on and got up from my chair. Hamada Tetsuo-san was my immediate supervisor. We had a very cordial superior-subordinate relationship and so, it wasn’t odd that he would ask for me often. Being a bit of a workaholic helps me get my work done, at least, and so I had earned my place.

he corrected, glancing pointedly at her name tag as if to emphasize his familiarity with formalities. Dryzza’s lips curved into a small, almost mocking smile. “Hmm,” she hummed nonchalantly, brushing off his correction with practiced ease. Sai took the opportunity to step forward, offering a polite smile to diffuse the subtle tension building between them. “Good evening, Dr. Takahashi,” he greeted warmly, extending a hand. “I’m Detective Saito Hamada. We’ve met before—at your house, if you recall.” Takumi accepted the handshake with a polite nod. “Ah, yes. Good evening, Detective Hamada.”

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.

Sakura held her breath as the wheels slowly lifted off the ground, then tucking into the belly of the plane. She stand there, waving, until the aircraft disappeared behind the clouds. She didn’t cry. She simply looked at the sky for a long while, before finally putting in her earphones. Ride on Time by Tatsuro Yamashita played softly—its gentle rhythm guiding her slow steps toward the Keikyu Line station. That day, two souls from different worlds parted once again by distance. No promise was made for when they’d meet again. But once—They had found each other.