This is sort of an idea I've had for a while, and finally got around to writing it. I haven't read very many Hiro x Male!OC stories, actually, so I really wanted to try my hand at wring one. Reviews are appreciated, and I'll continue if there's enough interest in the plot.

Jun brought his hand to his jaw gingerly, the taste of blood staining his tongue. He turned his startled gaze towards his aggressors, but his protest died in his throat as the toe of a boot connected with his stomach, sending him sprawling on his side. He let out a few pathetic coughs, his stomach dropping as he spotted droplets of blood on the ground below him.

"Old man ain't around to protect'ya anymore, kid," the largest of the men surrounding the boy sneered, laughing cruelly at Jun's vain attempts to scuttle away. "Th'way I see it, this is a valuable lesson fer you." He cracked his knuckles, more for show than for function, and reached to grab a fistful of Jun's shirt. The 13 year old was still wearing his suit and tie; these assholes hadn't even give him a chance to change out of his mourning clothes yet. Holding him up to eye level, the man's sneer split into a downright creepy grin, and he chuckled as Jun flinched away. "Y'can't live off yer dear ol' Dad's status forever."

"Please," Jun feebly pleaded, flinching away hard, before a fist connected with his jaw again. The ungodly 'CRUNCH' that followed, and the loose tooth he could feel bumping around in his bloody mouth was the tipping point, and he couldn't help but let go of the tears he was holding back. He was no match for these guys! He was just a kid! And besides, these had been his father's goons; why were they turning on him all of a sudden? Were they really that unloyal?

"Begging won't get you nothin'," the mobster laughed, which was followed by the laughter of those circling the two. The bastards, just watching the son of their dead superior getting the snot kicked out of him. "You want respect? You gatta earn it, boy. Starting today, you're bottom of the heap, you got that?"

Things had always been easy for Jun Kurosawa. His father had made his fortune on the black market, and Jun had never wanted for anything. He'd grown up idolizing Yakuza gangsters, aspiring to the illegal lifestyle. But now that his father was gone, and with it the status he'd once enjoyed, he was realizing the cold, hard truth of the matter; Jun was nothing without his father. Now that he was gone, where was he? Just like the gangster had said, at the bottom of the heap.

But he wasn't going to stay there for long.

"Hiro, can you come take a look at this real quick?" Hiro paused as one of his undergraduate students waved him over, anxiety clearly scrawled across her face. The opening ceremonies of the showcase were still about two hours away, but the Expo Hall was buzzing with activity, with students setting up and preparing their tech for exhibition. The student that had waved Hiro down was frantically tinkering with the CPU of her project, looking more frazzled with each passing moment.

"Sure," he said, breaking away from the gang to take a look. "What's up?"

"It's just not…doing what it's supposed to do! I don't know what's going on!" The student ran her hand through her hair, shooting the graduate student a harried glance. "Maybe I jostled it the wrong way bringing it up this morning; maybe I saved over the file, maybe I-"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down," Hiro laughed, bending to take a look at the deconstructed insides of the student's biomedical project. Tinkering with it a few moments, he snapped his fingers as he realized what had gone awry, before unplugging several chords, and reattaching them in their proper places. "You just had your aux chords mixed up. You should really color code these things, you know."

"Gah, stupid mistake!" the student said, slapping her hand to her forehead. "Thank you, Hiro, you really know how to save a girl when she needs it!" Hiro laughed again, the irony of the statement not lost on him, and straightened up.

"Hey, don't worry about it! Just lighten up a little, yeah? It's an Expo, not the end of the world. It's supposed to be fun, right?" Waving as he turned back to his friends, Hiro shoved his hands in his pockets, leaving the undergrad to her setup. He wore a somewhat self-congratulatory smile; such were the perks of being a graduate student. Nearly everyone at SFIT knew who he was already, but as a graduate student, part of his degree involved teaching 100 and 200 level classes in the robotics department. Most of the exhibits this evening were projects by his students, and he would be lying if he didn't feel some sense of pride over them.

"Hiro to the rescue, huh?" Wasabi asked, rustling the younger boy's hair, which was really pretty impressive, considering Wasabi was the shorter of the two at this point. Grinning and batting him aside, Hiro shrugged.

"Hey, what can I say? I'm quite the super hero."

"Very modest of you." Gogo rolled her eyes and shook her head. "C'mon, 'Hero', get your head outta the clouds. We're heading over to registration now." Grabbing him by the elbow, she towed him along beside her as Honey Lemon giggled.

"We still have a long time before the Expo starts, and we haven't seen everything yet," he protested, looking back over his shoulder.

"And you wanna see everything before it even starts?" Gogo replied. "Jeez, you're impatient, aren't you?" The five of them made their way to the front of the hall, to the long registration table currently being set up. Hiro was supposed to be on the SFIT Expo committee, helping with setup, but he usually preferred to slack off or skip out of his duties to run around the hall, gawking at the projects being set up. But now that Gogo was on the committee as well, he knew his days of slacking off his duties were over. He pouted slightly when she took one of the flattened folding chairs from a nearby stack, and pressed it into his hands. "Here. Unfold, put it down, repeat."

"I know, I know." Hiro resigned himself follow her directions, while Honey Lemon and Wasabi started organizing the various forms the students had turned in that morning. Fred was…well, it was enough that Fred wasn't actively screwing things up, he didn't really need to be doing much as long as he didn't ruin anything. And about an hour before the Expo was going to begin, the gang could see the foyer begin to fill with attendees and investors, all eager for the opening ceremonies and their chance at the first look of this year's newest Tech.

No one besides presenters, professors and the committee could enter the main exhibition space before the commencement, and yet, when a dark-tinted, top of the line four-door pulled up outside and several men in unusually sharp suits cut through the crowd in the foyer, they were immediately granted entrance into the hall by a few of the professors who stepped up to greet them quietly. Hiro had been leaning back in one of the fold-up chairs, his feet up on the table he'd help set up when he'd seen this, and sat up quickly, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Hey, what's their deal?" he asked quietly, leaning close to Gogo so he could keep his voice low. Following his line of sight to the dark-suited men, Gogo shrugged, popping her gum.

"Dunno. Never seen anyone get an advanced screening of the exhibition before." She elbowed Wasabi to grab his attention, who in turn mumbled something to Honey and Fred. All five pairs of curious eyes followed the odd group.

"Maybe they're from some important foreign company?" Honey Lemon proposed, but Hiro was feeling a bit uneasy about this.

"Maybe they're from the CIA; they're all in black!" Fred said, quick to jump to the most preposterous idea. Still staring at them, Hiro was trying to count how many there were; he thought it was only six, but he couldn't really tell. There seemed to be one man in the middle of several others, but he couldn't get a clear look at his face.

"Well, whatever they're doing, they're being led around by Professor Finnigan," Gogo said, going back to the mechanic magazine she'd been leafing through. "So we know they're sanctioned by the school. It's probably just some investors who paid a little extra to get an advance tour."

"Gogo's right," Honey said, nodding slightly.

"But, the CIA-"

"Fred!" As the others slowly went back to their own business, Hiro kept staring. There was something up with this group. In all his seven years at SFIT, this had never happened. The Expo regulations were pretty strict; since many students received funding and grants from private investors through the Expo, no one group could gain access before the commencement ceremony. It was to keep things fair. If this group was in before the others, then Hiro had the sneaking suspicion that they'd done so under the table.

But just as he was coming to this conclusion, he was thrown off guard a bit, as a pair of eyes locked with his. The man in the middle of the group, who he couldn't see before, had turned slightly and caught Hiro's gaze. The group had paused by one of the student's projects, and from across the vast hall, Hiro felt frozen by this guy's stare. Likewise, his dark-suited counterpart wasn't moving either. There was a feeling of momentary panic; should he look away and pretend he hadn't noticed a thing? No, this prolonged stare had gone on too long for that. This was no passing glance. He was just starting to feel nervous, when his counterpart smiled slightly, before turning back to watch the presentation before him.

For those few moments of eye contact, Hiro had felt like he'd been underwater; noises and movements around him seemed muffled, blurry, far away. But as soon as the other turned away, the general buzz of commotion around him crashed back over his senses, and he shook his head to clear his mind. That had been weird. This was all weird. Than man had looked much too young to be a major researcher or CEO. He'd barely looked older than Hiro! He was really getting a bad vibe from all of this.

"Hiro?" Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up to see Honey Lemon holding out his badge for him to take. "Are you okay? You looked like you were kinda dazed there for a minute." Taking the lanyard with his committee pass on it, he slipped it around his neck, and brushed off his friend's concerns.

"I'm fine, just, getting lost in my own thought I guess." He gave her a reassuring smile, which she returned, and dropped the subject. But he couldn't drop the subject from his thoughts. Hiro had an eye for small detail, he wasn't one to gloss over things like that.

"I know you've been itching to get out there." Hiro looked up from the pencil he was tapping on the table, as Gogo crossed her arms. "You're enthusiasm for getting investors registered is a bit lacking."

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, cracking a crooked smile. "I live for registration! This is my calling, Gogo! Forget all that robotics crap; behind a desk, stacking forms is where I'm meant to be!" She smiled and shoved his shoulder, before jerking her thumb over her shoulder.

"Go on, get out of here," she commanded, as he jumped up from his chair. "Lord knows you're not getting much done here anyway." She shook her head as she watched him go, figuring his excitement was from getting to catch a glimpse of the undergrad's projects. And she wasn't entirely wrong, but Hiro had other motivations as well. Mainly, tracking down that mysterious group from earlier.

He wasn't really sure what he was going to do if he caught up with them; walk right up and ask them 'What are you doing here'? No, that was stupid. What was anyone doing here? Coming to see the tech Expo, that's what. But still, he wanted to find them. Maybe if he eavesdropped a little, he'd find out more…

He finally caught a glimpse of them through the crowd, stopped at a particularly extensive exhibit, showing off one student's experiments with the properties of anti-gravity and it's practical applications. He took a full double take before weaving through the throng of people around him, looking for a place to eavesdrop from. Ducking behind a support pillar, he scanned the group, and suddenly realized they were one man short.

'The leader?' he thought to himself, his eyebrows knitting together again. The man he'd made eye contact with earlier was absent, and for some reason, Hiro had the notion that he wouldn't be hearing anything too interesting without that particular man present. Using his height as an advantage, he scanned the visible part of the Expo hall. 'This is stupid,' he told himself, 'I don't even really remember what he looks like, not like I'm gonna recognize him, even if I could see him…' But sure enough, he caught a small glimpse of a dark suit, disappearing in the crowd to his right. Stunned momentarily, he took off after him.

It was a little crazy, sure. But Hiro was nothing if not curious. 'Terminal Curiosity' Gogo had once called it, and at the moment, an old proverb about a cat came to mind. But he pushed that thought aside for now, and tried to stay a considerable distance behind this man, without being seen, but without losing him. It was proving rather difficult. He nearly lost him several times, but each time Hiro was sure he wouldn't be able to catch back up, there he was. Checking out an exhibit, checking his phone, stopping to say a few words to an investor or professor here and there. He never paused for long, so Hiro never got too close, but it was convenient. In fact, it was so convenient, if Hiro hadn't known better, he would have sworn the man was doing it on purpose.

He was sure that wasn't the case, though. Sure, that is, until he realized in what direction the man was headed.

He watched as he passed Gogo, saying something he couldn't quite catch. Gogo nodded and watched him exit the hall, and the instant the man exited the foyer, Hiro skidded to a halt beside her.

"Whoa!" she said, eyebrows raising, "Hiro, what's the rush?"

"What did he just say?" Hiro asked, eyes flickering from the foyer back to his friend's confused face. "That man, do you know who he is?"

"He wanted to know if he'd be able to come back in and rejoin his associates if he went outside to make a call," Gogo said, crossing her arms. "What's going on with you, Hiro…Hey, where are you going?" She called after him as he made his way out of the hall. He surprised himself a bit by the pace of his walk; he wasn't exactly worried about losing the guy, and he wasn't quite running. But he was walking quicker than normal.

Descending the staircase, he looked around for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin line when he didn't immediately see the object of his current fascination. Maybe he really was acting a bit crazy. After all, there probably wasn't anything fishy about this guy or his associates in the first place. They were probably just finicky bankers who'd requested an advanced screening.

"You're losin' it, Hiro," he mumbled to himself, chuckling slightly. He was about to turn back around and climb the stairs again, shoving his hands in his hoody's pockets, when, there he was. Just like that, the man appeared. But this time, he was facing Hiro, and when he looked up, Hiro flinched slightly, realizing the man was staring at him again. And when he made eye contact, the man jerked his chin slightly, as if to subtly beckon him forward.

Hiro felt weirdly shocked by this, and hesitated for a moment. The man had turned his back again, and was walking off, down the path towards the Robotics Lab. Hiro looked back up at the Expo hall, suddenly wondering if this was such a good idea. Following someone to eavesdrop was one thing, but now his presence was known. The man didn't look dangerous, but you never knew.

But Hiro was nothing if not impulsive. His feet moved forward first, and his brain soon agreed that there was probably nothing to worry about. He easily caught up to the man, but kept a half-step behind him.

"Do I know you?" Hiro asked, raising an eyebrow. Looking at his profile as he was, he could see the small smile the man wore, though his half-lidded eyes kept the same dull, semi-disinterested look to them. His features were somewhat angular, not unlike Hiro's, though his eyes were darker, nearly black, and more of an almond shape. As they walked slowly along the lit path, the evening breeze ruffled Hiro's ever-messy hair, but did not seem to touch the man's black locks, which he wore short, neat, and slicked back, not unlike a business man, which was what Hiro assumed him to be. He looked perfectly calm and well-kept, and this made him seem older, or at least wiser than Hiro. But in truth, he couldn't have been more than a few years his senior.

"Probably not," the man said, his smile growing slightly. "You'd have to be a pretty despicable type of person to know me." His face turned minutely towards Hiro and his dark eyes glinted slightly; he was making a joke, Hiro realized. But it didn't make him laugh. Something about the tone of his voice made that statement seem, uncomfortable somehow. "But I know you," the man continued. His hands were folded behind his back.

"You do?" Hiro asked, his chest suddenly constricting slightly. What was this? Was this some weird set up?

"Of course. All of San Fransokyo is familiar with your particular brand of charity." He felt rather stupid at the man continued, for feeling nervous so suddenly. Of course he was talking about Big Hero 6. What else could he have meant? 'Chill out, Hamada,' he thought to himself.

"Our identities were supposed to be secret," he lamely put in, though his vigilante justice was a pretty well-known fact as of recently. The man nodded slightly.

"I imagine they were. I've always regarded the six of you to be vastly humble; if it were me, I'd brand my name all over my good deeds." He paused then, under a street lamp, his face going blank. "Speaking of names, I haven't given you mine, have I?"

"Uh, er, no," Hiro said, feeling a little weirded out by the entire situation.

"Jun Kurosawa," the man supplied, unfolding his hands from behind his back, and extending one to shake. Hiro hesitated briefly, but shook it eventually. Jun's grip was almost eerie; not too hard, not too soft, it felt like he was trying very hard to seem actively neutral. Like it was taking a lot of concentration to seem so calm and put together. This was a type of person Hiro knew he'd never be, and honestly, a type of person he didn't entirely trust. "But please, just Jun is fine. I'm not a fan of being called Mr. Kurosawa."

"Alright, 'Just Jun'," Hiro said, withdrawing his hand and quickly stowing it back in his pocket. "Uh, it's nice to meet you. So…seen anything interesting so far inside?" he asked, gesturing behind him to the Expo Hall. Hiro was still operating under the assumption that this was merely an eccentric investor, even if his gut was telling him otherwise. Jun smiled slightly, looking away briefly, before shaking his head.

"Nothing on display really caught my eye," he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Though I'm sure my associates will 'urge' me to back whatever they've decided is good enough." He chuckled slightly at this, and Hiro's expression faltered.

"Nothing caught your eye," he repeated, a little astonished by that, "at all? I mean, there's a lot of brilliant tech in there tonight."

"I didn't say that," Jun said, cocking an eyebrow. This struck Hiro as a rather strange thing to say, but before he could press further about what that meant, Jun continued. "Actually, if I'm being frank, I was a little disappointed not to see any of your work out on the floor."

"My work?" Jun nodded, and started to turn, leaving the spotlight of the streetlamp to walk leisurely down the path. Everything this guy did seemed manufactured to Hiro, like he was doing it on purpose, for some motive, but it was confusing the hell out of him! He jogged to catch up, and kept pace beside him. "I don't…I'm not looking for investors for anything I'm doing," he said, shooting the man a quizzical look. "I have a grant through the Institute."

"That's a shame," Jun said. "University investment is one thing, but I was just hoping after all this time, you'd be looking for outlets to go commercial with your inventions."

"Oooh." Hiro stopped, and smiled at himself; damn was he stupid! He should have known it from the start; of course Krei would send a guy like Jun. A new face, one Hiro wouldn't recognize, that strange, chilling demeanor he carried himself with, the slick way he spoke. He nearly laughed at himself; her he was, almost falling for it. "Ha, ah man, you're good, I'll give you that!" Jun turned to look at him in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. "Look, tell Krei I'm not interested in his money. Jeez, even after all this time-"

"I think you've vastly misjudged my intentions, Mr. Hamada," Jun interrupted, doubling back to stand in front of Hiro. The two were nearly perfectly matched in height, though Hiro's only claim to being taller came from the messy way he wore his hair. "And my origins. I have no affiliation with Krei Tech; in fact, you might say we're closer to enemies than associates. And I'm not offering you money." He paused then, seemingly considering his own words, before restating. "Well, not merely money. A Philanthropic person like yourself must see the benefit to commercializing your inventions?" He was very nearly leaning over Hiro at this point, and he had the sudden urge to try and back away, though there was something in the way those half-lidded eyes took hold of him that immobilized him. "How hard do you work keeping this city safe? And yet there's always trouble lurking around the corner. There's only six of you, after all. But imagine if you commercialized your technology, marketed it. Entire police forces wearing your inventions. Crime would become virtually nonexistent. Or at the very least, much more manageable."

"Er," was all Hiro was able to get in edgewise.

"But," he finished, finally backing off. As he did so, it almost felt like Hiro was regaining his senses after a stint of paralysis; he felt like he should be shaking the sleep from his arms and hands. "They are your inventions, after all. They're yours to do with what you want. I'm just an overly-persistent investment banker who's just a little disappointed I can't claim to be the one to back the famous Hiro Hamada and his earth-shattering inventions." He held that eerily calm smile of his throughout his little tirade, and now, as he checked the watch he wore, his eyebrows pulled together somewhat. "Damn. Time seems to escape you when you're trying to put a foot in the door.

"Uh…" Hiro still didn't seem to know what to make of this encounter, but he watched Jun pull something from his jacket, and hold it out for him to take. It was a slip of paper, and when Hiro accepted it, he found it had small silver lettering on either side.

"My business card," Jun supplied, straightening out the lapels on his jacket, and cocking an eyebrow. "If you ever do decide you'd like to see what outside funding can do for you, and for San Fransokyo."

"…Sure." Hiro didn't know what to make of all this, but there was one thing he was sure of; his gut was telling him in no uncertain terms that this man, while not affiliated with Krei, struck him as just as slimy. He tucked the card into his pocket, but honestly had very little intention to ever give it a second glance. It seemed to placate Jun, though, who glanced back past Hiro's shoulder, towards the Hall.

"Seems my associates have finished up without me," he remarked, prompting Hiro to turn, and see several of the dark-suited men climbing into the back of the dark-tinted car from before. "I'd better go, before I keep them waiting too long."

"Alright," Hiro replied, watching the man go warily.

"And think about what I've said," he called over his shoulder, before he was out of earshot. He made his way back to the car, and without another glance back, climbed in. The vehicle pulled away from the front entrance, and just like that, they were gone. And that left Hiro standing alone in the dark, a business card in his pocket and a strange feeling in his gut.

"Took you long enough." Jun took his seat in the back facing the others, eyes narrowing at his 'associates'.

"I had to make my point," he said defensively, "what did you want me to do, throw the card at him and run?"

"But the card is planted, right?"

"Of course it is! I know how to do my own job." The men sitting around Jun looked at each other sullenly, before nodding slightly.

"Did he seem interested?" one man asked, and at this Jun scoffed.

"Of course not. I really laid on the sleeze, I'm sure he thinks I'm nothing but a greedy, money-grubbing investor like the rest of them." Ruffling his hair out of the slick hairstyle he wore, his eyebrows knitted closely together over his dark eyes. "The point wasn't to sign him on board right away, anyway."

"This plan relies too much on how highly you think of yourself, Kurosawa," another man snarked, jabbing him hard in the shoulder. "You're already on thin ice, kid. You fuck this one up too and there'll be hell t'pay.

"Hey, relax," he commanded, though he was hardly in a position to be making demands. "Have a little faith, will you? This'll work. There's no possible way for it to go wrong."

"Hmm." This seemed to placate the elder men who ringed him, and internally, Jun let out a sigh of relief. He knew this heist would work. Or at the very least, he sure hoped it would.