Tadashi is gone.
Tadashi is gone.
TADASHI IS GONE!
Hiro thinks about it a lot, maybe more than is healthy. The burning building, the explosion, blacking out, waking up and facing a world without his brother.
He thinks about his microbots, and the fact that they were destroyed in the fire, and that really his bots were just a symbol of his dreams, his hopes, and of Tadashi.
"I'm not giving up on you."
The first few weeks are the hardest.
Hiro never gets much sleep these days. When he does, he always rolls over and sits up and looks across the room, expecting to see his big brother up and bustling or stressing over school or just sitting there, smiling-
instead he always finds a black baseball cap on a dusty bedspread, and remembers that his Tadashi is dead.
They sell his motorcycle, because Hiro can't bear looking out his window and seeing it in the back lot of Aunt Cass's cafe. Tadashi's lab projects are all brought home and tucked away in boxes. Hiro doesn't try going through them; he knows that each creation will have a part of Tadashi contained in them, each creation worked on carefully and lovingly- and it terrifies Hiro.
It is a punch in the gut every time they say his name. Ta-da-shi. His name means loyal, faithful, righteous. Everything Hiro is not. Tadashi was always the nice one, the caring one, the one who would risk his life for the ones he loved.
But it is that faithfulness that killed him.
When Hiro finds that there is a man responsible for Tadashi's death, he sees red and knows the man must die. If he were Tadashi, the thought of killing someone else may never have even entered his mind. But he's not Tadashi.
Because Tadashi is gone.
(Tadashi is gone.)
A/N: idk just an angsty one-shot written to commemorate the fact that I ACTUALLY CRIED DURING THIS MOVIE NOT ONCE BUT TWICE
also god damn, Hiro needs a hug