Summary: Hiro is tired of Karmi going around and saying that he has a crush on her. Fred tries to help.

000

Hiro stormed up to Fred, irritation evident in his movement. His brows were furrowed, a scowl replacing his normal, energetic smile. He pressed his back against the back of the recliner, sighing as he sank to the ground.

Fred peeked over the top of his chair, worried about his young friend's sudden shift in behavior.

"Hey, little dude," he said, trying to sound positive, "What's up? You look so glum. What can I do to turn that frown upside down?"

Hiro snorted. "I'm sick and tired of Karmi going around and saying that I have a crush on her." He quickly stood up to face Fred, "I do not have a crush on her! When will she understand that!?"

Fred nodded. He knew that Karmi has been giving Hiro trouble for some time. The brunette has some weird quirks: she talks to her viruses, fangirls over anything related to Big Hero 6, and has a crush on Hiro's alter ego, while hating Hiro himself. She even insulted Baymax by calling him a snowman.

"I wish that she would just shut up about it." Hiro said.

That was when Fred got an idea. An extremely questionable idea.

"You know Hiro," Fred said, as he pulled a comic out of his green monster backpack, "Captain Fancy faced a similar situation in issue 57. This villainess, Rouge Fang, sent the media into a frenzy, claiming that Captain Fancy had a crush on her and wouldn't stop her crime sprees because of it."

"Yeah," Hiro said, fixing the drawstring of his hoodie, "Go on."

"Well, before he finally stopped her, he came up to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a smooch. On the lips."

"Ew!" Hiro cried as he jumped back, obviously disgusted, "There is no way that I'm going to kiss Karmi! She'd kill me if I do!"

"But," Fred said, continuing his summary, "After being caught locking lips with Captain Fancy, Rouge Fang was so embarrassed that she never went on to say anything about our hero having a crush on her. Even after she broke out of a maximum security prison!"

As if luck was playing against Hiro's favor, Karmi entered the lab, looking for something. Or someone.

Hiro swallowed hard, running his fingers through his hair and sighing. He turned to Fred. "Do I have to?" He asked, "No offence to Karmi, but she's kinda scary when she's mad."

"C'mon little dude," Fred coaxed, "It won't hurt to try."

Hiro looked at Karmi, who was searching for something on a folding table. She lifted up a notebook and looked underneath, before slamming it back onto the tabletop, grumpily muttering something under her breath.

"Why do I feel like what you just said is a lie?" Hiro said, before walking towards the brunette.

During that time, GoGo, Honey, Wasabi and Baymax joined Fred. GoGo raised her eyebrow, confused as to why Hiro was walking towards Karmi.

"Uh, what's going on here?" GoGo said before snapping her gum.

"Just helping Hiro out." Fred said. "He's tired of Karmi claiming that he has a crush on her, so I gave him some advice. I have a feeling that this will play out just like Captain Fancy issue 57."

"Like what?" Wasabi asked. The last time he brought comic books into real life, the six of them were almost killed by a mother-daughter dancing duo with a floating power generator. It was GoGo who saved them by taking some of Honey's chem capsules and insulating the generator, cutting off their power at the source.

Everyone, besides Fred, knew that this would end in disaster, but it was too late to warn Hiro.

Hiro had already made his way to Karmi. He tapped on her shoulder, causing her to turn around and face him.

"What do you want, Creep-" Karmi was cut off by Hiro placing his lips on hers. Both began to blush a bright pink in color. Hiro in embarrassment and fear, Karmi in utter shock.

After fifteen seconds of locking lips, Karmi regained her senses.

SMACK!

She smacked Hiro across the face, her nails cutting the skin just under his left eye, causing blood to flow. The whole group winced, and fellow classmates stared at the two. Hiro placed his hand close to his injury, while Karmi fumed.

"Hiro," Baymax said, cutting through the awkward silence. "You appear to have three minor lacerations under your left eye. I suggest…"

GoGo cut Baymax off, "THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TAKE RELATIONSHIP ADVICE FROM FRED!" She yelled, far more angry at Fred than Hiro.

"But it worked in Captain Fancy issue 57!" Fred said, confused as to why it didn't go right.

"The world doesn't work like it does in a comic, Fred." Wasabi said as he rolled his eyes.

"Wasabi has a point, Freddie," Honey Lemon said as she patted his shoulder, "It really doesn't work that way."

Karmi snarled at Hiro, now blushing from embarrassment. "DON'T YOU EVER KISS ME AGAIN, YOU CREEP!" She yelled, not caring that Hiro now had a bleeding facial wound.

"IF YOU'RE DUMB ENOUGH TO TRY IT AGAIN, YOU'LL GET MUCH MORE THAN JUST 'MINOR LACERATIONS'!!!"

She whipped around, letting her long brown hair smack Hiro on the right side of his face, before stomping to her lab, the eyes of passerbys watching as she left the room.

Hiro moved towards the table she was looking at, swatting Baymax's squishy arm out of the way in the process. He looked for a few moments, before the color purple caught his eye. He grabbed it, revealing a printed out picture of him in his armor.

"So that's what she was looking for." He muttered, before making his way to her lab. It wasn't a bad picture. He was hanging onto Baymax's back, glaring past the camera, obviously at High Voltage. That was the night when they stole cash from an ATM. The night Juniper zapped Baymax, causing him to launch his rocket fist into a lamppost. The night he pushed a girl with long brown hair out of harm's way. The night he saved Karmi.

He made it to her lab in a short amount of time, staring at the closed doors. He thought about letting himself in, but decided against it. He already ticked her off by kissing her, he didn't need to make her more angry.

He didn't realize that Baymax was following him. The pudgy white figure startled him, before he recognized the bot.

Quickly, Hiro pushed the picture under the door, knocked and ran, like he was executing a ding-dong ditch. He ran until he reached his lab, throwing open the door and dashing inside.

000

Karmi sat at her workbench with her head down. Hiro seriously embarrassed her, and she was livid. She wanted to find him and chew him out; scream at him until his ears bleed or smack him with one of the many magazines she has in her junk drawer.

As the adrenaline rush died down, she felt guilt. She not only smacked him across the face, but her nails cut him. She knew that facial wounds had the tendency to bleed profusely, not to mention that they stung like heck.

She smacked the sides of her head, "Stupid, stupid, stupid." She muttered to herself, "Why didn't I just push him? He would've stopped, he most likely wouldn't have gotten hurt, and I could've still yelled at him. He deserved to be slapped, but not to lose blood. Why didn't I trim my nails over the weekend? Why-"

Her 'why' filled rant was cut short by someone knocking on her lab door. She got up, and prayed that it wasn't him.

She was just about to open it when she stepped on something. She looked down, finding the picture of her Superhero Soulmate on the floor, the bottom left corner of it underneath her shoe.

She picked it up, pausing to look at it before opening her door. She looked down the hall, only to catch Baymax waddling through the door of Hiro's lab.He got stuck for a moment, only to get through the opening with a quiet 'shoomp'.

Karmi turned around and entered her lab once again, making her way to her main desk.

Right next to her microscope stood an empty, small, pink, heart shaped photo frame. She gently picked it up, placing the picture of the hero in purple armor inside before setting it on the desk once again.

She let out a lovesick sigh as she rubbed her index finger on the side of the frame. "One day, we will meet again, watashi no ai."

000

"Watashi no ai": My Love.