A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first Big Hero 6 story, although not my first fanfic. I used to have a different account on this site and was very active, and even wrote a novel length piece for another fandom. But here I am, starting anew with a BH6 story!

This story will be Hiro/Tadashi, although it will be a slow build. I've read a few Hidashi stories over on AO3, and while I find them enjoyable, I often think they're a little too dramatic. They end up putting our boys in some crazy situations, and often have them act out of character as a result. I don't think the Hamada brothers need drama to propel them into a love story... they are a love story in their own right.

Each chapter will be fairly short (the first the shortest of them all)—a different night time encounter between the two brothers. I structure the story this way so that I don't get overwhelmed with writing huge chapters and can hopefully provide a fairly consistent influx of story as time passes.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

The first time Hiro had crawled into bed with him had been shortly after their parents had died. It was the middle of the night and the house was dark—they had only just moved into Aunt Cass' house, and their room was still sparsely decorated and strange. The circumstances had made what would have otherwise been a wonderful home into a prison. It would take a while before it again changed shape.

"'Dashi?" Hiro had said. Tadashi had been sleeping lightly, fitfully, still upset enough about the recent events that true, restful sleep continued to elude him. He turned over in bed and saw his little brother there, looking lost and sad and helpless, the light reflecting in his big, doe eyes/

He was still sleepy as he asked, "Hmm? What'sit Hiro?"

"I had a bad dream… I miss Mom and Dad," and at this, his lip quavered dangerously. Tadashi could guess the content of the dream, and he knew the look on Hiro's face well by now. His face was always stricken with that same look every time he was about to cry and it made Tadashi's heart hurt.

At the mention of their parents, his throat constricted. Tadashi pulled back the covers of his bed—with his throat tight like it was, all he managed was, "Me too."

Hiro saw the invitation for what it was. He clambered and laid down easily, looking at Tadashi in the dark room. Tadashi could just make out the glow of his eyes, which were moistening with tears. "Hey, hey," he said, thinking of how their Mom would talk in this situation. "It's… it's…" he was going to say it was going to be okay, but it felt very not-okay in that moment. "We still have each other," is what he decided on.

He couldn't mention Aunt Cass, because she felt too much like a replacement for their mother and it made him angry to think about it. No one could ever replace Mom, not even her sister.

"Yeah," was all Hiro said, and he sniffled. Tadashi knew it wasn't the comfort he needed—they needed—because what they needed was their mother. He felt tears well up in his own eyes and closed them against the dark room, but opened them again when he felt Hiro's small hands on his face, wiping the few escaped tears away. The movement wasn't finessed, but it meant the world to him just then.

"We have each other," Hiro said to him and Tadashi nodded. That comfort would have to do.