Literature
Distraction (Tadashi Hamada X Reader)
He abruptly woke up at his desk, hair tousled and his favorite cap on the floor. He quickly picked it up, ran his fingers through his hair a few times, and placed the cap snugly on his head. He sighed as he looked at his desk, cluttered with blueprints, pens, and a never-ending stack of coffee cups that his friends would so graciously bring to him every day.
"Tadashi? Again?"
Speak of the devil.
He looked over at his friend, standing by his workroom door and holding two cups of the glorious substance. He smiled weakly.
"Sorry, Honey Lemon. I promise I won't do it again."
"Tadashi, you said that to me last time, too. And the last several
