Hello and welcome to my first ever drabble series (and story for Big Hero 6). Hope you guys like this!
The Newcomer
Summary: Tadashi finally meets the newest member of the Hamada family - his little brother, Hiro.
A young boy of about four stood by the window, brown eyes fixed on the droplets of rainwater running down the frosted glass. He was waiting, for the sign of a car to arrive on the driveway, for the shine of headlights, or maybe the beep of a horn to signal that his parents were back home.
The trees swayed in the breeze, the rain falling in delicate sheets that interested him. He had just learned about the formation of rain – from the sea to the clouds and back to the sea again – and couldn't wait for his parents to come back so that he could tell them all that he knew.
"Tadashi, come here, you'll be cold if you stand too close," the kind voice of his grandmother piped up.
Tadashi sighed. "Yes, Baba."
He walked obediently to his grandmother's side, situating himself on the carpet. The boy ran his hands through the strands, mesmerized by the way how they darkened from his touch. Hands shifted vapidly – dark and light alternating that it immediately caught his fleeting amusement.
"Are you anxious?"
Tadashi stared up at his grandmother's lined face, to the warm brown eyes so similar to his father's. The young boy nodded, huffing in irritation as a flop of black hair interrupted his line of sight.
"I can't wait to meet my brother or sister," he answered solemnly. Funny, he was always such a serious child, or so people said. Where other boys his age were interested in rolling fields and playing tag, he was interested in his toy robots and learning how they worked.
It was a quirk that he didn't how meaningful would be until much, much later.
The sound of tires running on the tarmac got his attention and he perked up, already rushing to the door. Peeking out at the window – something that his parents had taught him to ensure his safety – he realized it was his mother and father, finally back from the hospital.
Tadashi threw open the door and would've rushed outside had it not been because of the downpour. And so he waited.
He waited for his father to help his mother out of the car, sharp eyes immediately zeroing on the bundle she had in her arms.
He waited as they stepped into the threshold.
And he waited for them to tell him the news.
His mother gave him a weary smile as she walked towards the couch, settling on the comfortable surface with a slow exhale of tiredness.
"Come here, Tadashi, and meet your new baby brother," she said, lips pulled into a bright smile.
The boy walked cautiously towards the bundle in his mother's arms, as if afraid he would wake his new sibling. His father placed a strong arm on his shoulder and he looked up at the familiar face, feeling a surge of courage igniting his curiousity.
The first thing he noticed was the shock of black hair on his brother's head. The second thing was that his brother had a lot of hair, almost as if someone had thrown a mop of black strands on his small head. The baby was asleep, mouth puckered and face a pale red as if the toll of entering the world exerted him.
Tadashi gently placed his hand on his brother's much smaller one.
"Wow," he breathed in wonder. "What's his name, Mama?"
"Hiro," his father replied, coming to stand behind them, brown eyes soft with happiness at the sight of his two boys.
His grandmother tittered. "Hiro. A suitable name for him."
Tadashi gave his grandmother a wondering stare but turned his attention back to Hiro once more. He grinned.
"Hi, Hiro. I'm Tadashi, your big brother."
In response, the baby yawned, snuggling further into his blankets.
"Can I hold him, Mama?" he asked, brown eyes wide and pleading. "Can I, please?"
His mother looked as if she was about to protest, but his father intervened for him.
"It's okay, Katsumi, Tadashi knows how to handle babies. We've already taught him how to hold one."
She didn't reply, merely lifting the baby gently with its blankets and passing it to Tadashi. "Remember," she started, "Never let-"
"-The head loll backwards," Tadashi finished for her, eyes enraptured by the baby in his arms. "I know, Mama."
Tomeo stared in amusement at the wonder in his elder son's gaze and knew then that Hiro would have Tadashi wrapped around his tiny finger. Barely even five minutes and his brother was already happy with the newest addition to the Hamada family.
Tadashi chuckled as he hugged Hiro closer to him, one hand supporting the back of his brother's head.
"Such a hairy baby," he said in a teasing tone. "...Welcome to the family, Hiro."
A/N: This was originally from my tumblr so if it seems familiar, don't panic cause I definitely didn't steal this from myself (lol whut). Let me know what you think!