Based on the poem, 'Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"written in 1932 byMary Elizabeth Frye.
Hiro visited him as often as he could. Between college and being a part of the team, he had little time to spare, using most of that time for his inventions.
The first time he ever went there, it was fall and the ground was covered in leaves of many colors. His grave sat under a grand old tree, shining in the afternoon light.
The bright orange and red leaves that surrounded his headstone sent Hiro back in a recoil. The leaves, even though they were simply lying there, seemed to reflect the fire in his eyes, the image burned there since that night.
The burning fire,
burning the air,
burning the building,
burning Tadashi.
Burning,
burning,
burning.
Hiro stumbled back, tripping over his own feet and falling to his knees. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly and then opened them, letting the fire burn through the leaves lying dead on the ground.
Hiro moved forward to sit by the headstone, taking a deep breath. He gave a small smile, pulling the hat out from his backpack and holding it tightly in his hands.
"Hey there bro," his voice was scratchy. "How's it going?"
The rain began to fall gently as the boy sat with his brother on the cool autumn day.
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This is my first BH6 fic so don't judge too harshly. I'm working on posting more, so this will be drabbles as well as a continuation of this poem in different circumstances. Enjoy and have a lovely Tuesday!