#final note: his fathers name is Tameo. i've yet to find the mothers name OTL they take up the 3 lines at the start of this rp

[hamadacare]

the night tadashi met @flossinspector

“Sleep tight my Tadashi.” A kiss to his forehead. “You wouldn’t want to be missing out on a nice buck from her buddy-” “Tameo, shh!-”

The giggle and chuckle from a set of parents become white noise to a young child named Tadashi Hamada. His mind has room for one voice, and that was his own. Tonight was special. It would be for any other child who has experienced the same; Tadashi’s first tooth came out. And his parents tucked him in bed with the most riveting tale. The tooth fairy is coming! 

It’s supposed to convince him to sleep quicker, yet it’s doing the opposite; Tadashi’s shut eyes feign sleep to his parents, but when they embark with a baby Hiro to their room and flick the lights off, Tadashi’s eyes open. His wide, white eyes contrasting the dark of his room. Nothing haunted his mind, he was just eager. What should he do to prepare? Should he unlock his windows? Should he sleep at the opposite side of his bed to make it easier for the tooth fairy to retrieve his tooth under the pillow? Should he-

*:･ﾟ✧

Before him, fluttered a far more creative iteration of the tooth fairy, a version that not even his youthful mind could imagine. A lithe figure that shares her presence with her array of wings, a human with feathers so lustrous, that it almost made her body look like if it was made up of scales, a woman with lips that were born to smile. And all that he could do was take it all in with a grin of his own. Not even his missing front tooth could make his smile incomplete.

“The tooth fairy!”

It is an excited whisper, the special kind that only a child can conjure. He is, thankfully, not stretching his voice into a full-blown scream. Fear didn’t exist, no, only wonder.

Tadashi escapes his blanket and gets his knees to eagerly crawl to the end of his bed. When he makes it, his chest heaves. In it, contained his fast-paced heart. But no matter how ferociously it drummed at his ribcage, all that he could do was breathe. Tadashi Hamada, a young, ordinary boy of 6, was sharing an orbit of a revered friend. He was going to be knowing the tooth fairy. Would she be taking his tooth in her hands? Is she going to manifest a new one for him? What will happen to his tooth? Do teeth gain consciousness upon her touch? There was so much to know! Instead of asking, his throat stirs a girlish squeal as he clutches the blanket in front of him into a hug.

“I’m … I’m Tadashi! Are you taking my little tooth? Here-”

His knees scurry back to the start as he flips the pillow upward like opening a treasure chest with a sacred item inside; on his mattress, untouched, was a piece of him that belonged to him no more. The child honors it by staring at it seconds longer before his enthusiasm --enthusiasm that wants to know what happens next-- makes the gaze short-lived. He comes back to her the same way he did earlier.

“You’re so pretty! … I want you to meet my parents and my little brother! Oh, can I bring them? Can I?”

Tadashi giggles at his own excitement. He makes no sense in being uncoordinated, but when does anybody make sense when they’re so full of love?