Hiro sits in the cover of shadow on his bed. He looks over at Baymax taking advantage of the new lunar charger inside his pod. Sighing, Hiro looks down at a yellow chip in his hand with a frowny face on it. It really is taking him some courage to do what he's about to do as he stands and proceeds over to where Baymax is. He unhesistantly opens his slot and starts to slip the chip in but pauses right as he sees a green flash.

Baymax hasn't fought since I reactivated him, he thinks. Hiro stands up with the chip in hand.

He remembers the restaurant scene. "I won't do it," Hiro comments and starts to leave.

A quiet whish of air and Baymax expands to full height. "You were going to chip me, Hiro?"

Hiro's jaw drops and he stashes the chip quickly behind his back.

Baymax, off-topic: Your heart is exhilarating unnaturally, please have a seat while I process-,

Hiro: Baymax, do you wanna fight?!

Baymax blinks. He doesn't know how to respond with his calculations interrupted.

I mean, really: Hiro approaches him and hands him the chip he made: If you say no...

Will it help your strained neurotransmitters if I resume fighting two days after reactivation?

There are honestly tears in Hiro's eyes: No,: he mumbles and tosses the chip through a pane.

Baymax, surprised: Hiro, there was still glass in that bottom section of window.

Hiro, remembering that Callahan had helped designed this wing: Yeah, I know.

The next day...

A female referee, counting her cut: He's not gonna show up...

Yama is sitting on a bench inside of the dojo: Oh, he'll come: He grins over at Fred and Wasabi tied up and stands: We couldn't find your little gal pals, but I'm sure Hiro might still give an egg noodle for you two. Besides, it doesn't matter either way. You're both gonna help with my new line of fighting robots. As soon as Hamada and his little angels are mine-: he receives a smack.

Ack!

His assistant casually looks up from counting as Yama massages the back of his head.

Fred and Wasabi are freed by Honey as GoGo grasps her knuckles coolly from where she hit his scalp. He snarls with long, uneven teeth at her as Loka his assistant scoffs at the four of them.

Huh! You were right, J. They are only heroes in their suits.

But I am not in my suit.: The sudden male voice makes Loka jump, her money flies everywhere: My apologies: Baymax automatically bends down to collect her fluttering bills and hands them back.

She chuckles: Thank you.

GoGo (dryly): Baymax, what are you wearing?

Baymax picks up red-and-amethyst colored pompoms; he is also donning a sparkly cheerleading uniform with skirt, silver-highlighted blonde wing and tight, dark-blue leggings. People are filing in from the noodle shop, other fighting schools and from the surrounding neighborhood. Local News crews from three different stations also filter in as Wasabi and Fred quickly don both of their suits that GoGo and Honey slipped them. Yama grins at them, clearly enjoying all of this.

Superheroes!: He starts off proudly, puffing out his chest: Just a bunch of nerds in their geek club gear if you ask me.: He turns to the three separate cameras: And what's more... they're leaderless!

He drops his head in "disappointment" and everyone laughs at the four unsure teens.

Baymax swirls his pomspoms around each other and throws out his arms: GO TEAM!

Fred turns to the robot: Dude, Hiro bailed.

Wasabi: Yeah, Maxie. It was cool of you to show, but let's face it... without Hiro-,

Without Hiro?!: The doors fly open and a meched-out Hiro storms forth in a red-and-amethyst battle suit very reminiscent of Baymax's: Without me isn't even in the equation, Yama. With or without my team, I always make good on my word. If I say I'm showing up, I show up: he tramps up to the ring and motions with a whirring, mech finger to come over: Come-hither, Little Yama.

Yama is sizzling with anger and Loka is admiring the young boy with interest. The man notices, growls at her and instantly de-robes; he's framed by a thin, metal black-exoskeletal body suit.

Honey tries to whisper what it is to Hiro quickly and quietly.

He scornfully snubs her efforts and flashes his former friends a resentful look before resting his eyes on Yama. Honey backs into the others who are watching the unfolding events with a mix of apprehension and displeasure. Baymax suddenly appears beside them in a red robe himself.

Fred: Baymax, what up with the costume changes?

Baymax: While Hiro finds your company unsatisfactory, he does in truth require your support.

GoGo: And why should we!?: she snaps at him: He's treating us like garbage.

Wasabi: Not like we didn't deserve his diss yesteday, but Hiro's taking this too far... as usual.

Baymax, blinking: Perhaps you are all missing Tadashi, his prior guidance is a known fact to me.

Honey, sadly: Yeah, he would always know what to do when any trouble came around.

A white hand finds her shoulder, she looks up: Then the love of his mentorship will surpass all awkward counterances: Baymax drops his robe to his stubby feet to reveal a referee costume.

They all turn as one when Baymax looks over at Loka who is wearing the cheerleading outfit and waggling her fingers at Baymax. He circle-waves, bows in respect and shuffles off to the ring. The four friends look at each other and then at an impatient Hiro as Yama climbs the steps up thunderously to stand before him, spreading his elephantine legs out in doing so.

His face is a mask of dreadful concentration; Hiro matches it perfectly.

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