Honey Lemon sighed as a tear rolled down her cheek. She grasped the picture tightly between her fingers, stroking his face with her thumb. It was surreal that just days ago she was enjoying the company of her best friend, her love. The single tear instantly transformed into a steady stream as she sobbed over the picture. She wiped her face to prevent her tears from getting the picture wet. The thought of his kindness, generosity, and undying care for her and everyone he loved made her smile through her tears. Losing him was such a painful thing, but the memories they shared warmed her heart.

"I miss you, Tadashi."

There was a knock at her door. Honey sniffled and wiped her face, trying to stop crying. "Come in," she said weakly.

"Hey, Honey," Hiro Hamada said as he slipped through the door and closed it quietly behind him. He was taken aback by her tear-filled eyes. "Sorry if I caught you at a bad time… your mom let me in."

"Oh, not at all, Hiro!" Honey Lemon said, feigning a smile. She looked down at the picture, placing it back on her nightstand.

Hiro hesitantly brought her into a hug. "I've been missing him, too," he said softly. Honey Lemon squeezed him back tightly.

"Thank you, Hiro," Honey sighed. "I needed that." She wiped her face, feeling better instantly. "I know I shouldn't be this much of a mess after six months. I don't know what got into me."

"Don't worry, Honey. It happens to all of us. It's totally normal." Hiro smiled in reassurance.

Honey half giggled. "Yeah." She stared at his face for a while, examining the shape and the features. It hurt how much he looked like Tadashi. She loved Hiro; he was one of her best friends. But every time she looked at him she thought of Tadashi. She was so proud of Hiro and what he had accomplished in the last half a year. The impression his older brother left on him was something incredible. Tadashi's drive to care for and protect others had transferred to his brother, and for that, Honey Lemon could only smile. Though Tadashi was gone, she knew that his spirit lives through Hiro and, of course, Baymax. "Tadashi is here."

Hiro's eyebrows raised, as if he looked concerned, but he soon realized Honey was just trying to cope. It was something that helped Hiro get through the loss immediately after it happened. "So, Honey," Hiro started. "You never told me how you and Tadashi met and, you know… became a thing. Tadashi would never tell me. He would just turn every shade of red and try to change the subject to his latest school project.

Honey giggled, fondly remembering her first—and last—moments with Tadashi. Honey paused, trying to recall everything. "Oh, gosh," she continued. "Where do I start? I guess you could say it all started on my first day of school at SFIT…"

I walked into a huge room, apparently called the 'nerd lab.' This was the go-to place for working on projects and inventions, and getting feedback from other students. A spunky, black-haired girl named GoGo was giving me a tour of the lab, showing me all of the latest tech innovations and projects the students were working on. Of course, my forte is chemistry, but I was fascinated with all of the different types of science these guys were doing!

My gaze stopped at a boy across the room, who looked to be half Asian and half white. He wore a black baseball cap, with black hair underneath. He was working on some kind of robot skeleton. I guess GoGo noticed me staring at him, because she leaned over and whispered, "That's Tadashi Hamada, or as most of us call him, the Hamada Heartthrob. Don't even bother with him. He's too busy with his robots for girls. Trust me, I've tried."

That was kind of disheartening, to say the least. Even though he seemed deeply concentrated on his robotics, I doubted he would shut people out. I decided I was going to try to get his attention.

I casually made my way to the back of the room where the black-haired boy was working, taking notice of the other projects and trying to to seem too interested. I came up behind him.

"Hi," I said quietly, poking my head over the table he was working at.

"Hey," he said curtly.

"So, uh… whatcha working on?"

"It's kind of complicated," he said, keeping his attention on his work. "I'm not sure you'd understand… are you even in the robotics program?"

Obviously this was kind of, I don't know, offensive? He didn't leave a very good impression, that's for sure. Great, I thought. Another rude, insensitive, sexist jerk. "I'm a chemistry major, thank you very much, and I graduated at the top of my high school class with a 4.9 GPA. No, I'm not in the robotics program, but I doubt I'd have the slightest amount of trouble understanding." That's when he finally turned away from his robot and looked at me. Goodness, if he wasn't attractive. As much as he seemed judgmental and brash, he gave me butterflies when he looked in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I—" he began, but I cut him off and walked away.

"Save it. Good luck with that robot of yours."

I didn't even turn around to see his reaction.