Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6. This is just a story that developed in my head over time that I needed to write down.

Some Background: The story happens about 4 years after the events of the movie, and the main character is an 18 year old girl named Suki Takeda who is a bit socially awkward (for good reasons which you'll find out later on!). She is a freshman at San Fransokyo Institute of Technology studying Robotics and Sculpture (s/o to obscure double majors!), and she can be considered a genius in biology. How does this all come into play? Please read to find out!

Please go easy on me! This is my first story, and I have a feeling it's going to be pretty intricate.

Chapter 1

"Hello, I am Baymax. You're personal healthcare companion. I was alerted of your distress when you said, 'Ow.' On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?" says this gigantic marshmallow that just inflated right in front of my eyes.

"Uh...I guess one." I reply tentatively. The 'ow' really only happened from shock that the automatic door didn't open right away and I was clumsy enough to run into it.

"You have sustained no injuries. However, you have small abrasions and cuts on your arms which need medical attention. Please uncover your arms." Without questioning, I pull the sleeves to my sweater up, revealing the cuts on my arms and Baymax sprays them with some sort of antibacterial spray and expertly wraps them in gauze.

"Thank you, Baymax." I gratefully tell the robot. It had been so long since I had someone else treat my wounds in a long time, and even if it was a robot, it was endearing.

In response, Baymax continues, "Your skin pallor and small size also indicate that you are lacking vitamin D and other important nutrients. Diagnosis: malnourishment. Prescription: proper diet and exercise." the marshmallow named Baymax tells me.

"Ah...thank you...Baymax." I tell the robot, but having a robot tell me that I need to exercise more totally does not help with my self-esteem.

"You are welcome." It stares at me for another while, and then says, "I cannot deactivate until you say you are satisfied with your care."

"Oh, uh, actually, Baymax, can you first tell me where I can find the professor for the class Robotic Programming 485?"

"Hiro will be back from the men's restroom shortly. He goes every day at 9AM, 3PM, and 7PM to stay regular and healthy."

"Oh...thank you... for too much information." I cringe, not needing to know that my professor needs a regular schedule. How old is this guy anyway?

"Baymax? Why are you...?" a male voice flows into the room, followed by the door automatically opening to reveal a young male, probably the same age as me. "Oh." He stops when he sees me standing in front of Baymax. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he says, kind of aggressively.

"Um, I'm Suki Takeda, and I'm looking for the professor for Robotic Programming 485...?" I ask for the second time, this time with even more uncertainty than when I asked a robot.

"Oh, that's me." He says, relaxing a bit, "You were the one who missed class yesterday right? The freshman in my advanced programming class? You can just call me Hiro, we're both 18, so no need for fancy names or anything. Just treat me like your friend!" The boy, my professor, also named Hiro, says, extremely quickly, almost too fast for me to understand.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I was moving into my apartment, and it took longer than expected. I'm here to get the syllabus." I answer. He's the same age as me and already a professor? Doesn't that make it super awkward to teach a class if everyone's older than you? And how am I supposed to act around friends? Oh my goodness this social situation is too much for me, I'm just gonna scadaddle outta here ASAP.

"Freshman year already getting to you, huh?" He asks, with a smirk on his face and handing me the syllabus from a pile on his desk, "Well this is technically my first year teaching too, so I guess we're both new to these positions."

"Uh, yeah, sorry Professor Hiro, but I need to get to my next class. Thanks for the syllabus!" I tell him while checking my nonexistent watch on my arm, then turn to Baymax and say, "Thanks, Baymax. I am satisfied with my care."

"Wait, don't you need me to explain what we learned in class yesterday?" He calls out to me as I was trying to flee.

"Uh, the syllabus says it's just learning the lingo and reviewing stuff from pre-req classes... I think I got it." I reply and quickly shout, "Bye!" as I run from the room.

Being out of human contact for four years really does make social situations different. Back then, I was a kid and I could go up to anyone and have them talk to me. Now I'm technically an adult and there's stuff like social etiquette and established friend groups that inhibit me from doing all those things. I'm surprised I could even function correctly in that situation. There were just too many stray variables from my expectations. An inflatable robot? An 18 year old professor? Is this even real life?

~~Little Time Skip~~

"Hey, how was school?" Tadashi asks as I open the front door to our apartment.

"It was ok, I guess." I grumble, trying not to remember all the awkward situations I caused in just one day.

"Oh, come on. I bet it was fine. People just probably thought you were a little weird, but that's just how you are." He says as he walks over and ruffles my hair.

"Earth to Tadashi, when puberty hit, I didn't get the chance to compare myself with the other girls and feel insecure. So now it's all hitting me now. And with every single person I meet." I argue overdramatically.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you are the single heir to Takeda Hospital Group and you are probably the only person in the world to have a complete and functioning knowledge of both the human body and robotics. Why do you always forget that?" He says as he pulls me into a bear hug.

"Thanks Tadashi. You always make me feel better." I smile at him.

"No prob for my little sis. It's the least I can do since you and your father saved me." He smiles back. "Now, who wants some chicken?" He asks as he lets me go and I smell the faint burning from the kitchen.

"Oh no, you didn't." I cry as I run over to see black lumps of what I presumed to be chicken laying on the kitchen table. "Tadashi do you smell that? That smell is smoke. It means you burnt the chicken and that we can't eat it."

"I don't smell anything." He says. Since his olfactory receptors* weren't damaged when I had found him, I knew it wasn't a problem with my programming. Tadashi just has a bad nose.

I groan and tell him, "Next time when the chicken starts turning black or catches on fire, it means it's burnt, ok?" I get a nod, and then dig out two more pieces of chicken from the fridge. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

Tadashi is alive! (Of course, what kind of sequel would leave him dead?)

*olfactory receptors are in your nose and they let you smell!