A/N:

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been around recently. I just got into the BH6 fandom and I am obsessed with Tadahoney (Tadashi Hamada x Honey Lemon).

Please Enjoy!

Tadashi POV

I never meant to leave her like this. Alone, heart broken and devastated. I never did. I only had the best intentions for us… not just her…not just me… us… we were going to live together in a comfortable apartment, happily, with enough room for the both of us, during the last of our college years in SFIT. I even planned on proposing to her. I planned on placing the vintage engagement ring from my parents on her slim, long, tan fingers. She knew it was coming: the proposal. She knew… that's what hurt me so much… she knew and she now has to live with the idea that what was going to be… would never happen. She knew, and she was going to say yes. We were going to have a life together. There was no 'maybe'. No 'I guess'. No 'if'. There was only 'will' for us.

I remember when we were laying side by side, with my arms around her waist and hers around my neck. With our legs intertwined. We were lying on the windowsill of my lab. It was night, but neither of us knew the time. We got lost in each other every moment we were together. It might've been midnight, but it felt like the sun was lowering behind the skyline. But I remember clearly because Honey's eyes were unusually bright that night.

Her eyes were always sparkling like the emeralds they were, but that night they seemed different. As if she was hiding something that she knew in robotics, but I didn't. Or she already knew about the ring I hid in my drawer in my room, but she was waiting for me pull it out and find her happily expecting it. She seemed like there was something beautiful we shared but I was too stupid to notice, which amused her.

Either way, it made me happy to see her so contempt in my arms and no one else's. I remember how I kissed her gently, to savor her sweetness, on her soft lips. I remember her looking up at me with her hand softly holding my cheek and pulling me toward her. When our noses were touching, along with our lips barely brushing each other's.

"Tadashi? There's no other way with no other person I'd rather be with." She whispered so quietly that the breeze outside the window may as well make her mute. "You make me believe that we will be together and happy."

I looked at her and took everything in. The ring. The apartment. Her eyes. Her body. With my arms, encircling around, her body. Her lips. With my lips, tasting and kissing, her lips. Her being. With my being, loving her being. Her hope. With my sureness protecting her hope. Her hypothesis. With my fully, supported conclusion.

She gazed at me, and my quietness. I could see the doubtfulness and worry build in her green eyes. She brought her hands from my face to my chest. They rested there, tightening a grip around the collar of my cardigan. I placed my hands over hers and brought them to my lips. I kissed the inside of her palms with my eyes squeezing shut. I opened them and saw Honey's loving eyes.

"Honey, there is no place in heaven or Earth that I'll ever fully deserve you. But I want you to know that I will spend the rest of my life making you mine and finding out a way to make you love me."

I remember her smiling with her eyes shining with tears of relief and gratefulness. She kissed me with sweetness and sincerity. My arms, again, found their away around her middle and pulling her closer to me. During that long kiss, I knew Honey was the one I loved and cherished. The one I needed, and wanted to live with the rest of my life. After the kiss, Honey put her chin on my shoulder and placed her lips on my ear.

"You already have, Tadashi." She whispered. That night, I held her tightest I could, and ever did, to prevent her from ever leaving me.

That was it. That was all that needed to be said. We didn't know it then, but now we do. We made a silent, invisible vow. Of course, holding her that night didn't prevent us from slipping away. But I remember, and that's what counts. I remember… And as I stand here watching over all the people I love, I let a tear fall down the right side of my face. The burned, scarred and ruined side of my face. It has recovered more than from a month ago, though. The ointment medicine Callaghan gave me let it return to its natural state with enhancing skin cell growth. But I hated it. When I looked into the cracked mirror in my bunker, below the warehouse, it does nothing but remind me of everything I lost that day of the fire. And I did lose everything.

I can't touch Honey, can't speak to her… can't even give her a sign saying I'm alive. I can only watch her struggle and put on a smile for the others. She tries so hard to act, to stay strong for Hiro. I cant do anything but observe them with gratefulness. Watch over them. Over her. It hurts so much… I can hear Hiro's cries but he can't hear mine… I can hear Honey's "I miss you"s, but she can't hear mine… I can see their pain, but they can't see mine… I can see Honey's engagement ring, but no one else can. I can see it on her right hand. Where it was supposed to be. She can see it too, though. Both of us can see it. And that's how I know I'm not going insane. That's how I'm able to keep going. She still loves me. Just as, I still love her. She's had so many chances to start over and forget me, but she still wears the ring. Indicating she doesn't want to. Indicating she can't… she won't. Honey still cares… because of that, I can breathe. Hiro has Honey to protect and care for him, something I can no longer do in his presence… because of that, I can live.

Callaghan said after we turned in Krei we would get our lives back. But we didn't turn him in, and I didn't get my life back with Hiro, Aunt Cass, Honey and the others. Instead, Callaghan got turned in, for doing the right thing. But I don't blame the gang. They were scared and suspicious and amateur. They weren't aware of what was going on beneath them...

They sit there in the café; Hiro, Honey, Baymax, Fred, Wasabi and Gogo. Oblivious to me… right across the street, two stories up, and in an abandoned drug store. Watching them. Making sure they are safe from Krei. But they don't know about Krei. They've never known. Not since Callaghan's arrest, or the fire, or even before that. But I've known. Krei is evil. He is an evil, lying bastard. Callaghan was right. Something's coming. He told me to be careful, to stay unseen, unheard and untouched. He said, as he threw me a black coat with a voice transmitter and ear-buds, that I was invisible. I had to be.

I remember that cold, dark, starless and moonless night. He told me I was now a figment of my friends' imagination. It was a week before the SFIT showcase, when he told me to stay after everyone left.

Honey was the last one out of the lab. She left with a meaningful kiss and a parting asking to not work too hard. It was 11:50 when she left. Callaghan came two minutes afterward, at 11:52. He observed Honey's departure from another room. He watched how I handled her and talked to her. He took into account my feelings for Honey, and her feelings returning. He also saw my worry and how I wanted to always protect Hiro, when they met. He saw how much I loved my family and Honey. He knew I loved them like he loved his daughter, Abigail. He knew I would do anything for them, like he would do anything for her. Callaghan knew I could be trusted. He knew that I would understand.

We stayed up 'til 3:00 in the morning discussing his plans for Krei. I already told him I agreed. He said that Krei wanted more than advanced technology. He wanted money. He wanted power. He wanted to transform a perfect world into his perception of perfect. He wanted to kill innocent people who wouldn't follow him. People like me… people like Callaghan... like my family... like Honey… like my friends. It was then I realized we were part of a big chess match, and our pawns were being taken away. Callaghan said we needed to disappear… at the showcase.

At first I thought he meant to go missing. But he clarified with the fire. He meant to fake our deaths. He meant that Hiro, Aunt Class, Honey, everybody had to be convinced I was dead… that we were dead. He said if we didn't do it Krei would win. He would know where and who we were. Giving him access to destroy us, those who we loved and succeed. But, Callaghan's arrest was not part of the plan. It wasn't supposed to be him. It was supposed to be Krei. If no one was arrested, Krei wasn't supposed to be in the picture. Long gone. It wasn't supposed to be difficult; build the portal with micro-bots, take out Krei and go back to our lives. And if possible, get Abigail back. Callaghan did get Abigail, but he can't appreciate her return, since he's behind bars.I need him out. I need him here.

We can't take down Krei together with only some money driven bot fighters off the side of the street. But his last orders were to do nothing, except watch over the gang. They play a critical part if we are going to succeed. I didn't protest. I knew it was necessary. He knew that I was familiar with their transportation patterns and their schedules. I was the perfect fit. He called it 'Guardian Angel Project', abbreviated to GAP. It started out as a joke, but eventually I saw it fitting and took it seriously. It would be difficult for a stranger to understand what we were talking about if we said 'gap'. It had several references.

On top of that, Krei is having me being monitored after he saw Callaghan was alive. He figured it out and he did it quick. I am now under deep cover. I've had to wear dark clothing, while not looking conspicuous in public. I wear a navy blue jacket with a hood, black t-shirt with dark wash jeans and running shoes. Typical clothing. But under the jacket I'm loaded with a handgun, a silencer, a voice transmitter and recorder, a switchblade, binoculars, ear-buds and a 'borrowed' phone connected to pre-planted recorders around San Fransokyo. The basics. I hate having a gun. I hate using it. But I learned you can't reason with selfish people like Krei. Only compromises work.

Planting the earpiece in my dominant left ear, I used my phone to select the Lucky Cat's Café wireless recorder and listened. I stood near a partly boarded up widow, in the dark of the abandoned level. Using the binoculars, I peered into the café and silently watched while listening...