A/N: Hey, I'm back, everyone- briefly! I've been busy with prelims at school, but after experiencing headaches or 'brain zaps', I've taken a break to contribute this piece. I've tried to keep characters in character, and hopefully I have done that. Please enjoy this story, and review, if you wish.

Without further adieu, we have...my first ever BH6 story! Anon, until I update! Expect fluff abounds to head your way very soon!

WW221

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"ATCHOO!"

"Are you okay, Hiro?" Honey Lemon asks, putting a hand on her young friend's shoulder. Hiro shrugs her hand away.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Honey Lemon- it's a little sneeze- it's fine! Now, Go Go, could you please hand me the...ATCHOO!"

"Sure, you say it is a 'little sneeze' but you've been sneezing for the past hour, Hiro-go home and rest, little man!" Wasabi insists. "Otherwise you'll just give everybody the cold! And I most certainly do not want your germs!"

"Aw, and here was me thinking you were caring for my wellbeing." Hiro retorts sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood- only to hack his oesophagus out as he feels a dry, raspy tickle explode in his throat.

In honesty, Hiro had lied to his friends about being fine- his head is feeling stuffy and sore, his nose keeps threatening to send forth a tidal wave of mucus, and his throat is dry and scratchy like he had swallowed a miniature Sahara desert.

"Guys, seriously, I'll be fine," He rasps, trying in vain to hide his sore throat, but failing to, judging by his friends faces.

"Tadashi was quite stubborn about being ill too," Honey remembered. "I remember he always came in and worked on Baymax, even if he was sick."

"Yeah- good times." Go Go Tomago chips in sarcastically, handing Hiro a spanner he had been looking for- specifically, one she had stolen from Wasabi's bench. "I remember once we had to literally drag him out of the lab by the wrists."

"Yeah...Go Go, did you take my spanner again?" Wasabi asks frantically. "I put it right here, where it's supposed to be!"

"Yeah, she took it," Fred piped up, looking up from his comic. "Hiro has it."

"Sorry, Wasabi- here, you can...ATCHOO!"

Wasabi grimaces as green mucus blasts out from Hiro's nose and right onto his hand and the handle of the spanner.

"...have it back." Hiro finishes, offering the tool to his friend, which he regards with disgust.

"Um...thanks, Hiro, but I think I'll definitely sterilise it first." The physics genius replies, fishing out a hanky from his pocket. But just as Hiro reaches out for it gratefully, Wasabi deftly plucks the spanner from the younger boy's grip and puts it to one side, ready to disinfect later.

"Please, doesn't someone have a tissue I could use?" Hiro asks exasperatedly.

"Oh sure! I have one Hiro!" Fred fishes into his pocket for one, as the youngest genius keeps sniffling back mucus to prevent it from escaping his nose, much to Wasabi and Honey's outright and mild disgust, respectively.

"Here you are!"

Hiro reaches out for it gratefully, only to note that it was absolutely filthy and disgusting- something that not even he is desperate to blow his nose on.

"Um, thanks, Fred, but...I think I'll just use my sleeve..."

"You animal!" Wasabi accuses, as he watches, paralysed with horror, as Hiro wipes his nose carefully with the sleeve of his hoodie, with no thought of their opinion.

"And you're just being babies!" Go Go retorts, glaring at her friends. "I think Hiro should go home- he's not going to get any work done with him sneezing all over the place and Wasabi wouldn't get much done either if he keeps whining about disinfecting tools!"

"Well, you..."

"I'll walk Hiro down to the nurse!" Honey volunteers chirpily. "Fred, do you want to come with me?"

Fred shrugs, rolling up his comic and stuffing it into the pocket of his baggy jeans before grinning madly at his friends.

"Sure, why not?"

"Cool!" Honey cheers. "We'll be right back, guys!" She adds brightly, pushing her glasses up her nose.

Hiro opens his mouth for a snarky comment, only to swallow back the feeling to barf all over the floor. Panicked, he gestures in the general direction of the door to Fred.

"What's that, Hiro?"

"He needs to get to the nurse's office." Honey Lemon insists, putting an arm round Hiro and leading him out of the sterile, white lab- no doubt contaminated by the cold he was transmitting everywhere.

Wasabi will be paranoid.

Hiro's heart sinks as the three leave the lab for the nurse's office, which is not only a floor up from the labs, but is also in the opposite direction of the boy's toilets.