[AN - Sorry this is so short! I just felt like writing a short intro to something to see if anyone was interested. Please consider reading and reviewing! Thank you!]

Betrayal.

The word stung like a hundred knives hammering into Gardevoir Ackermann's chest. Words were bloodthirsty, unforgiving, unfeeling -
And the girl had been backstabbed too many times to let them do that anymore.

At the current moment, the girl was stuffing her suitcase full of clothes, and whatever belongings she'd need on this journey. Despite her current heartbreak and pain, the girl had a light at the end of the tunnel. She'd just been accepted to the prestigious technology school SFIT. The San Fransokoyo Institute of Technology.

Brushing some brown hair out of her eyes, she allowed the joyful high to overcome her senses. She was happy, she was finally leaving her home in Germany for somewhere new and exciting.
A place where her mother, where her abusive peers were not.
She grabbed the lime-green hoodie her father had given her before his death from her bed, and pulled it on, hugging it tight. It was so thick and warm, even if it was old and much too big on the 5'4" girl's frame.

On her bedside table sat a plane ticket and a backpack that had what she'd need during the long plane ride. Everything else was in her suitcase.
Her heartrate quickened, chest throbbing and thumping. She was afraid, but elated. She wouldn't say goodbye to her mother - who was off at a bar probably drunk off her ass. She'd just... leave. Leave everything behind.
She inhaled quickly and zipped up her suitcase, looking around her room once more to ensure she'd gotten everything. Of course, she had everything. The girl had checked four times prior.
Taking one last look around the room she'd lived in for nineteen years, she rolled the suitcase out and made her way to the street to call a cab.

Gardevoir Ackermann was a bit of an oddity. A short-statured girl with short, brown hair. She had freckles and bright green eyes, which matched her usual track-suit-esque getup. She was a bit on the chubby side, which, while belittled by many peers, she hardly minded. She had some scars on her arms, but she didn't discuss those. She didn't discuss a lot about her life. Her father was the closest person she had to a best friend until his death when the girl was eleven. She inherited a hoodie she'd adored which was much too big for her.
Of course, that did not mark the end of her perils, but those were things the girl kept to herself.

Hiro Hamada, on the other hand, was on the other side of the world from this girl. He was a genius for his age, already in college at age fourteen, now fifteen. And what did this boy do, you may ask?
He saved the world, all while caring for his older brother, who was scarred and burned from a fire.

He didn't know this girl, and Gardevoir did not know him. Their lives were not intertwined and likely never would be. They were two separate people in two separate places.
Their link was the college they attended.

Hiro was busy busing tables and carrying food from one place to another in the tiny, but crowded, Lucky Cat Cafe. This was his job when he wasn't off saving the world. He didn't like to brag, but damn, was he awesome or what?!
Nobody recognized the boy as the elusive leader of Big Hero 6, and he was rather glad about this. What superhero just came out with their identity without any mystery?
Still, he would've appreciated the praise. But the praise from Tadashi was enough!
There were no real super villains in San Fransokoyo anyways, so it wasn't like he was a superhero or anything.
However, a villain lurked over the horizon, ready to strike.
Hiro Hamada could not prepare himself for this chapter in his life.