Hi there! Since Big hero 6 came out, I've been in love with Hirogo ship, and I read a lot of fanfics I've been looking for something more. I'll try my very best to create a story, worthy of such a great movie.

Probably, Hiro would hate mornings just like everybody else, if it wasn't for his aunt, who set up a special song for his morning alarm. Bob Marley "One love". No matter how bad was the nightmare, or how little did he sleep, he always woke up with a smile. A lazy, slow smile, that slowly widened as the song went on. He loved mornings.

It's been more than a year since the fire at the university. It was easier to call those events like that. The university gave Hiro Tadashi's workshop, and he spent most of his time in there, near his newfound friends. Everything was fine, except that, sometimes he felt as if he was a replacement for Tadashi. Sometimes he would catch strange, spaced off looks of others when they looked at him, like they were remembering something. But it almost never happened, so eventually he stopped paying attention, and after a while, he felt like he truly belonged.

Aside from the life at the university, he also had his super-secret-super-hero side, but as cool as that sounds, it's been rather dull. The most exciting thing out of that was flying while scanning the town, in which, not much happened. Sure, they caught a few bank robbers, vandals and hooligans, but that was it. Not that he complained about the absence of super villains, but nevertheless it was boring. Well, it would be, if it wasn't for his friends. They seemed to make any dull day a celebration, and the whole party's contrast was making it even more crazy. And for some reason, he was always looking forward to meeting Gogo, more than others. He liked her ice and fiery personality, and turns out, she was a lot more to her than that. He would notice things, others wouldn't. Like the way she knits her eyebrows a little when Baymax tells about people he saved today, as if she worries about the patients. Or how, one time, at a cafe, some waiter was rude too HL (Honey Lemon, they called her HL sometimes), Gogo said nothing, but the next day, Hiro saw the waiter with his nose broken, and he was sure that was Gogo, because her knuckles were bruised when he saw her at the workshop. He never acknowledged his feelings, even to himself. He was sure that he just liked her. But there were so many things that he wanted to know about her..

Hiro finally sat up, still listening to the great song. Swaying a little, he walked to the bathroom, and while almost dancing, he went through the morning routine. After waking up Baymax with an "ouch", he went to the university, while Baymax went roaming around the city. He did that now, that way he helped a lot of people, instead of being cooped up in a box, or just sitting there, constantly offering treatment to everyone, because not a minute in the workshop passes without an "ouch" or an "ow ow ow". Not that they were careless, but they always argued, and sometimes things flew. Like wrenches. Wasabi was always crazy about the mayhem, for they always messed up his tools. Always.

When he came to the university's workshop, it was still empty. He was always the first to come. Well, sometimes Fred slept there, but other than that, he always spent about an hour alone. Not necessarily building something. Sometimes he just meditated. About his life, about his past. Reading was also great at that time in the morning. So quiet.

As always, he threw his bag on a chair, and relaxed in a big soft couch. He always felt like sitting on giant candy cotton. Just when he was about to pull out a book and read, a way too familiar voice said over his head:

"Comfy?"

He opened his eyes, smiled at Gogo and replied-

"You bet. Didn't hear you come in."

Gogo smiled and sat on a chair near the window.

"Because I didn't, I was in our sweet room."

They have a room in their workshop, full of snacks, HL's idea of course. Hiro replied:

"I see, so why are you so early? You usually come last."

Hiro was a bit nervous, but only because he was caught off guard. By Gogo.

"I dont come last because I sleep or anything. I help my dad with morning preparations for the store opening." she said.

This was strange, she never really shared things about her life. Even less, on her own accord.

"Cool, so what kind of a shop is it?" he asked

"Kites"

"Kites? Sounds cool, do you fly them?"

"Of course you fly them, what else would you do with a kite?" she seemed a bit irritated by the question

"No, I meant, do YOU fly kites?"

he quickly corrected himself, he didn't want to upset her. And there it was, her little smile, she did it quickly, just with the corners of her lips. But he loved it. Liked it.

"Not much, but yeah, I do" she said. By then Hiro was sure that she loved Kites, but probably thought of it as childish, which is why she didn't tell anyone. Except him though. Now he really wanted to see her flying one. Because he liked kites, that's it.

"That's cool."

Which is all that came out of him. He started getting nervous. He wasn't good at talking with girls. HL was more of a cheerball than a girl, Gogo was on a completely different level. He had literally no idea what to say. And as he thought, time went on, and he was conscious of every second that passed, and he was getting even more nervous. He had to say something. Anything.

"When's your birthday?"

Not exactly what he had in mind, but that would have to do for now.

"My-my birthday?" Gogo looked a bit confused, but answered

"Aw, it's in winter"

That wasn't exactly the answer that he was looking for, but it's something.

"Cool"

He was in serious trouble if he wouldn't find a new topic. Fast. Before he could think of anything, Gogo stood up, and said

"Yeah, well, nice talking to you, I'll go work on my new project."

"Cool, I'm sure I'll love it"- he said

"What did you say just now?" she squinted

"I said I'll love it" Hiro raised his hands in defense

"Aw… 'it', huh…" Hiro didn't hear what she said, but he could've sworn she looked a little upset

"What did you say just now? I didn't hear that." he asked.

"Never mind"

She went to the main workshop room. The whole workshop's structure has been rebuilt, and from the top, looked like a turtle. Everybody had their own little place to work, which were the legs of the turtle. The "sweet" room, the head of the turtle. And the main room, where most of the tools were, the shell. It was convenient for everyone, and they were always together that way, if one had to work in his own room, he could just raise the rolling door (the ones they pull over shops in malls at night) and be together with everyone. And if they wanted privacy, pull it down, and have their own room to work on secret projects or whatever they need to do.

Hiro was about to have a snack, when he remembered something. A few months ago, Fred asked Gogo when was her birthday. And she answered Spring. He kind of overheard the conversation, but that was not important right now. For some reason, Gogo didn't want others to know when her birthday was, and he pumped up to know why, and actually when is her birthday. A good place to start would be her dad's shop. How many kite shops can there be?

AN: Ok, so that's a start I guess. If by any chance you enjoy this, please let me know, I really want to work on this project, but if I'm bad at this particular story, then I won't do it. Cheers to all :)