Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6 or Naruto. Their characters respectfully belong to them. Enjoy.

Pairing: Hiro Hamada (From BH6) X Sarada Uchiha (From Naruto).

Hiro Hamada is living in Konoha. I wrote this because I thought the pairing was cute in my mind. Please excuse errors, I tend not to correct them. Hiro and Sarada are grown in this story. Both about 23.

Ch.1

"Sarada?" Her mother's demanding voice attracted her distracted attention.

"Yeah mom?" She huffed at her daughter's lack of honorifics in the workplace.

"Can you take this to the Hamada Lab?" Sarada took the package and turned it over curiously.

"What's this?"

"Just some plant samples that the genius ordered." Her mother was visibly annoyed. Anyone her age in the field rightfully hated the Hamada institute. It was owned by the youngest man to graduate college, and own a business straight out. Many in town were suspicious of the institute moving in from the land of waves, but it was rumored to only have done so after expanding dramatically. Placing a booming business in the heart of the new world, or Konoha, was a smart decision. This pacified many elderly business men in town. That and the rumors that he couldn't stay in the land of waves after his brother died in an institute fire.

The boy was young, but he was smart. He was twenty three to be exact. She marveled at the idea of someone being so accomplished as him at their age. She shook her head and realized she might have been as well. The pride of the Uchiha. The gem of the village…well, besides the hokage's children. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and gingerly took the package from her mother. It was getting late and to deliver she would have to skip her usual dinner routine.

"Fine, but you're making tomato soup tonight." Sakura laughed at the banter and shooed her daughter out the door without an answer.

The institute loomed in front of her. It was larger than she expected. The white outskirts and blue hued windows gave off a modern vibe that the village buildings still lacked. She was in awe and sympathetic for her village at that moment. The building looked oddly empty, although it was six at night. A dark shadow moved inside the building. She tried to move the swinging door open but it wouldn't budge. The dark hair girl stood there in disbelief. What if they were closed? She contemplated turning around and returning the package to her mother. One of her lackies could deliver it tomorrow.

She frowned, curious. Being able to be shown the inside of this high security building would be interesting. It would only be a bonus to see the man that built the Hokage's arm. Although she doubted she would see him personally. Resolved to get in Sarada cupped her hand's on the cool glass door and peered into the dark. Suddenly a light flickered on and she jerked her head back in surprise. A smug, shaggy haired assistant looked at her from the light switch.

"Can I help you?" His voice was sing song and teasing. His clothing looked to be haphazardly thrown on meer moments before. He held a glass mug in one hand filled with some type of pink liquid. He swirled it as he watched her. Before she thought too deeply about how he was looking at her she cleared her throat and announced whom she was.

"Uh. My mom sent me to deliver this package…? I'm not sure where to bring it?" The young man seemed to perk up.

"Oh. Yeah that might be ours. Who's it from exactly?" Sarada blushed, she wasn't used to people not knowing her or her mother.

"Uchiha Sakura." The obsidian haired boy in front of her seemed to lose the rhythm of his liquid swirling with the mug. She waited silently for him to accept the package. The boy walked to the door with a dusty blush settling over his features. Upon noticing his blush, her blood irrationally rose to her skin's surface as well. They tried not to make eye contact as she handed him the package.

"So…you're THE Uchiha Sarada?" She continued to look at the ground. Upon doing so she noticed one of his untied shoes beneath the lab coat. With a raise eyebrow she answered,

"well…yes." He reached out and grabbed her hand unexpectedly.

"Well thank you Sarada." The gestures and drop of honorifics shocked her into a mortified, deeper blush. What was this guy's deal?

"You're welcome." She shook her head and was about to leave, considering her job having been accomplished, when he continued talking.

"It's nice to meet someone famous." She stuttered into the compliment as she moved her glasses back up her nose. She turned around again to face him.

"I wouldn't say famous."

"I would. Uchiha protégé, princess if you would." She sharply looked at him, the only person to make remarks like that were Boruto and his incessant teasing. However, she only found admiration in his boyish grin and dancing eyes. She swallowed at the flippant praise. "You and your mom have helped this village a lot. This company too. Thank you for all you do." His long eyelashes were distracting her. Now that she was looking at his face she noticed how gorgeous this man was. Not only in his features, but the way he held himself. She knew confidence when she saw it. As she stood there wondering what he had heard of her she decided to stop him before he continued.

"Oh um…she didn't say that we needed a signature or anything…" He laughed and it reverberated through her ears. It was deep and light at the same time. It brought the same comfort that a bamboo fountain does when it drops each time. The rolling emotion down her back made her cautious. This boy was far too cute. She decided she should leave soon.

"I wouldn't worry about that." She shrugged and thanked him for his time. As she was turning to go he smiled, one that made her stomach do little flips, and stopped her verbally before she rushed up the street. "But in case she asks you can tell her that I got it." She blinked in confusion at the man with pink dashed across the apples of his cheek.

"What did you say your name was?" The man leaned back against the wall, turning the package silently in thought before speaking. His eyes slit at the brown paper before him, deep in thought.

"Hiro. Hiro Hamada."