It was a busy day in the Lucky Cat Cafe. People were buzzing over the caffeine and sweets as they sipped on their cooled drinks and ice cream. It was summertime in San Fransokyo, but the weather didn't have much change on the lifestyle, just the view. Everything was brighter, livelier. People were chirpier and downright feeling the summer vibes. The cool winds from the bridge prevented the heat to get to people, enough to leave them wearing light, usual overalls.

Hiro sat alone at the middle of the shop, writing away in his usual manner. Summer vacation already started but the young Hamada, who used to be all fired-up for the vacay, seemed to have overlooked his pre-summer homework. Hiro grunted in frustration, crumpled the paper in his hands, and dropped the ball on the floor, along with the other balls of dejection. Cass, holding a piece of donut, approached the boy, who continued to scribble on a new blank sheet.

"How are you keeping up, sweetie?" the aunt asked as she had another bite.

"A little busy, Aunt Cass. Trying to figure out how to finish this," he said without looking up.

"Why don't you go do it in your room instead?" She swiped the paper balls underneath his small table.

"Can't. If I go up there, I'll never finish this paper."

"I wish I could help, Hiro. I'll check in on you after a few minutes," she said hopefully, planting a kiss on Hiro's head before shuffling away.

Another groan erupted from the boy's throat as his head hit the wooden table. There were no ideas that flowed through his mind. If there were, it would all sputter the moment he writes on paper. The aching pain started to climb on his arm as the sun shone through the cafe windows.

"I cannot be washed out at 14 again," he said to himself. "Stupid Tadashi."

To prove to his brother that he can be just as creative as him, Hiro challenged himself to write the whole work as mind-blowing as he can without the help of a dictionary or thesaurus. And with that he had to have the highest mark in his class. But it was already pass its deadline and Hiro doesn't have the slightest clue how to be inspired. He took a view on different angles but nothing seemed to have got his motors running. IT wasn't going on his favor. He was in the clear for a while though as the older Hamada had been gone a few days for a certain project with Baymax.

After reflecting, Hiro raised his head and prepared to write, but all that was on his paper was his name and some drool marks. He let out a sigh and tried to shake the negativity off. "What can I write, what can I write..." He looked around to see Mochi cuddling up to one of the tenants' legs.

"I'll write about the bobtail cat who ruled San Fransokyo," he announced, but only to find himself hitting his head against the table again, uttering repeatedly "stupid."

"Maybe I should write about Big Hero 6?" he whispered, and eventually jolting to the energy of him writing the amazing adventure they had. The machine building, the heroic duties, the flying, and the trouble he had to go through to put Baymax in his armor. All the inspiration came to him. But not for long, his fuel led to no end and was cut halfway through his epic story. He drooled over his paper as a writer's block ruined his momentum.

"What... is... this..." he grunted as he reread his work. Full of flowering words, extravagant beginnings, explosive endings. It was all too good to stop, he thought. But, why can't he write anymore? The story wasn't done but he was stomped in the middle. He returned to his resting position of his head lying in between his outstretched arms on the table, thinking that sleep might help him recover. Then and there, he didn't notice a young girl, just a few years older than him, approach his table.

"Excuse me, Hi! Sorry for the intrusion," the girl spoke with a nervous smile. Hiro was taken back as he raised his head. Her smile was innocent, and her eyes glowed like dark topaz. Her hair barely reached her shoulders as her fringe hung on the right side of her face, roughly covering her one eye. She reminded him of Gogo, only to be so much nicer and sweeter. "But I can't help noticing your uhm, situation, and I'd like to help you. May I?" she clasped her hands in anticipation. Hiro was dumbfounded by the sight, but agreed to her words, feeling a little shy and skeptical by her actions.

Hiro offered the seat in front of him, so the girl hung her blue messenger bag, flattened her plaid purple skirt, and sat down. She inquired to what he was troubled over, and asked where she could help. Hiro passed her his essay, embarrassed by how unskilled and unappealing his work became, and internally scolded himself for letting a stranger help him. His nervousness only added when she giggled at some point.

"I see where you're stuck at," she placed the paper on the table and pointed at it. "This part started to become fuzzy. That's why the rest became hard to understand. Maybe try finding the right words to describe it, so it'd be easier to branch out from there," she said reassuringly. Without another choice, Hiro pulled out his tablet and used his dictionary. He just lost his own bet. The girl found a certain level of frustration in him as the boy tapped away. "Did you choose not to use a dictionary at all?"

Hiro froze in place, hearing her rather stern voice ask him. The young Hamada bit his lip as he thought a way to lie around the situation, hoping not to upset her. "It was a bet," he said. "A dare to see if I can write a great essay without any help from a dictionary." It was enough to be true, he thought.

The girl sighed, knowing not to tell the helpless kid off. "Well, if that's the case..." the girl placed her hand on top of Hiro's tablet screen and looked at him straight in the eyes."They didn't mention about getting help from an experienced writer, right?" Hiro's surprise slowly faded into a devilish smile as the girl smirked at her next words, "let's give them an essay they'll never forget."

A few minutes later, Hiro jotted down so seriously on his paper, the weight of the words etched on the cafe's wooden table. His ideas flowed out like coffee and his hands can't stop writing. The pair exchanged ideas and suggestions that it sounded like they were out to make a bestselling novel. After ever paragraph, Hiro would ask the girl to read the essay, and the girl, in reply, would comment on how to better improve it. The young teen was downright serious, amusing the girl of the sight. She fixed her white knee high socks and tapped her black sneaker as she admired the glisten in the young Hamada's eyes.

At the last few periods of the paper, Hiro's hands were tired and he panted like he ran a marathon. He gave it to girl, his new-found unnamed friend. She read and scanned through his work, feeling the deep etches from the other face of the paper. Her face was dead serious, almost unforgiving as Hiro stared into her brown eyes. Her lips weren't curled to that soft smile she had on earlier, and her body was stiffer as she shifted. The boy became tenser by the minute. And after moments of silence, the girl spoke monotonously.

"This," she breathed out, "is," she stood up heavily as if she were to leave, making the other rise to his feet, shaking a little. Then she stopped and stared at him. That moment of silence. Hiro's round brown eyes scanned through the girl's blank ones, looking for a reason she'd be so uninterested. She was quiet and looked so disappointed, only to change when a smile crept on her face.

"Amazing!"

Hiro jumped in surprise as he reached for her back, giving her a big, tight hug and she to hug back. They twirled and swung as the boy grasped on her lavender blazer, laughing and obviously grateful to have finally finish his homework and win the bet. The girl set him down, being a few inches taller than him, but he was so pumped up he was all jumpy in place. "Not the best one I read," she gallantly commented, causing Hiro to scoff, "but definitely, a great piece," her tone softened significantly.

"Of course it was! That's because I wrote it!" Hiro bragged playfully, pulling his jacket as if to impress someone, "and if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be this far into it, Tadash- oh." His voice stopped him as he saw the face of the girl look quizzically at him. "S-Sorry," he laughed sheepishly as he rubbed his neck.

"Who's that?" she looked at him curiously.

"Tadashi, my older brother. Haven't seen a while now. He's been at school lately, so I'm all huddled up with homework by myself," he joked, trying hard not to look weak from talking about the older Hamada.

"Well, I'm sure you could do it," she patted and ruffled his hair, "you've got potential my friend." She smiled at him and gave back his essay. After a moment, she took her messenger bag and hung it over one shoulder. "I gotta get going," she bid, walking towards the direction of the cafe doors. "I've got places to be and people to find," she lastly proclaimed as she waved.

"Wait!" Hiro cried, making the girl turn around. "Thanks for the help! I wish I could repay you or something. A-And I haven't got your name! I-I'm Hiro."

She glanced at him for a moment as she thought. She waved her hand, seeming to dismiss it.

"Nahhh, I'll save introductions another time! Catch ya later, Hiro!"

Not another second, the girl left and ran off in the streets of San Fransokyo. Hiro, clutching on his essay as he watched her disappear, felt a gap in him growing, from the need to write a bigger and better story about Big Hero 6, and the need for an answer with his new anonymous friend.

A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter! More chapters to come and more awesomeness to be showN by the characters!

How was it? Hiro banging his head on the coffee table was me when I wrote this. Hahaha :)

R&R lovely readers~ ;)

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