Hiro's Age: 5

Tadashi's Age: 11 and a 1/2

Hiro, in all five years of his life, had never ever had to take public transportation. Some may say he was a "shut in" child, but he didn't mind. The outside world was full of germs. Germs and stupid people. At least that's what Aunt Cass would tell him.

So once he hopped up the steps, and inhaled the scent of the bus, he nearly gagged. It was a mix of smoke, heavy perfume, and what was that...teriyaki sauce? Hiro was about to ask his older brother, but Tadashi had already started moving towards an empty seat.

"You have to pay to ride this thing? 'Dashi, they should be paying me just for inhaling this stuff."

Tadashi instantly nudged his baby brother on the side as they sat down.

With a frown he spoke,"Hiro, that's totally not necessary. I mean sometimes you smell like Mochi, but I ignore it."

Hiro furrowed his brows, and was about to retort, that is until the bus began to lurch forward. He shut his tiny mouth, looking across Tadashi's shoulders to view the city outside. Almost as if it was a stray thought, he mumbled,"Smelling like lemons isn't much of an improvement..."

Tadashi wearily glanced at the boy, rolling his eyes as Hiro kept pinching his nose. He was seriously not enjoying this bus ride, and took every opportunity to express it.

Somewhere between fifteen minutes or thirty, they finally arrived at the bus stop closest to their school. Hiro began to feel queasy and unconsciously hooked his small hand on Tadashi's brown shoulder bag. They had to be patient, and wait for all the old people to hobble off the bus at their own pace.

Once outside, the five-year old gulped in air as dramatically as he could. He felt if he was exaggerating enough then he wouldn't have to ride that thing anymore. One ride was enough to make him never want to get back on. All the different smells, all the stopping and going, and the thought of all the germs was enough to put him off.

Tadashi ignored his little brother's antics in favor of leading him to his class. He calculated that this would take about five minutes, and that he could run across the street to the junior high, barely missing the bell.

Boy, Tadashi couldn't have been more wrong.

After wondering the bustling halls aimlessly, Tadashi finally got the directions to Hiro's classroom. It was located on the east wing, the doors were wide open, and standing outside of the room was an old smiling woman. She had on a long black dress, with her grey streaked hair into a bun. Right behind her was a small brown plaque that read "Mrs. Collins."

"Here you go Hiro. Be sure to be nice. I'll be back at three, okay?"

Tadashi was about to turn and give his brother a hug-

Until he realized Hiro's little face was buried into the back of his jacket. His hands gripped tightly at the fabric, and his shoulders were shaking.

As softly as he could, Tadashi pulled Hiro's hands off of his jacket. The older brother fully turned around. He kneeled down, and gently pushed Hiro's chin upwards.

His heart sank a little more, as he realized his little brother's face was completely tear-stained. Tadashi turned, shaking his head at the approaching teacher. She apparently got the idea, as she gradually backed away towards the door.

"Listen Hiro, I know this might be scary. Heck, Mom had to call Dad to drag me into class-" Tadashi pauses hoping he could at least get a laugh from his brother.

When Hiro didn't offer a laugh, 'Dashi continued,"I didn't like it much at first...but I began to like it. Plus, you can put that smart little brain to use here! If you seriously want to go to junior high with me or..or even the college I want to go to-" Tadashi stops briefly noticing he peaked Hiro's interest,"Then you have to start here!"

It took a few more minutes of encouragement until Hiro finally squeezed his older brother tightly. With one last unsure glance into Tadashi's eyes, Hiro cautiously stepped into the class.

The older Hamada smiled to himself for a minute until a teacher came out of her room down the hall and shouted,"You need to be in class now, young man!"

Tadashi had never ran as fast as he did to cross the street and get to his new class. Today was the first day in all his years of school that he was late.

There was about twenty kids in this class, each of them scattered out into four groups of five. Everyone sat randomly at one of the four round tables.

Hiro had a grimace on his face as he watched the kid to his right suck glue right out of a bottle. The teacher had told them to draw who they wantedto be when they grow up. So, for this weird boy with big glasses to be just drinking glue made no sense to Hiro. Glue wasn't even needed for this activity.

"You know that's not a juice...right?"

The glue kid didn't even acknowledge Hiro as he continued to gulp down unhealthy amounts of the thick white substance. Hiro scrunched up his nose, and continued to draw on his paper. He tried for the most part to block out the obnoxious slurping noises coming from his right.

The other activity Mrs. Collins later had the students do was write down their ABCs. She even said that all the letters were written out on the board if anyone got confused.

With his palm resting on his cheek, Hiro quietly observed the girl to his left scribble hers down. Everyone seemed to be struggling, but Hiro couldn't understand how this was so challenging. He had finished within a minute or two, while everyone else had been doing theirs for like an hour.

Although, he had to admit to himself that Tadashi had taught him this months ago. It may have been considered an unfair advantage. He was still quietly wondering why nobody just wrote them straight from the board though. The entire thing was displayed to help them after all...

His eyes began to bore into the slowly ticking owl clock right above the white board. If he was good at telling time, then he would probably be in a better mood. He did figure it was late though, because he was actually getting pretty hungry.

Bringing his eyes back to the girl near him, he noticed she kept writing her letters in the wrong order.

Hiro whispered, "That E is wrong. It goes right by the D."

She looked into his eyes, back at her paper, and then at his paper. Finally, she came to the conclusion that Hiro was actually the wrong one.

"My letter isn't wrong. You're wrong. You can't even spell your own name."

He raised a brow at her, his anger flaring a little. What was this girl even talking about?

"You have your name spelled with an I. When it should be spelled H-E-R-O."

"If you're so good at spelling...then why can't you write letters in the right places?"

"I am! If you're so good at writing letters, how come ya can't spell your own name?"

Just as Hiro was about to get into a shouting match with this little girl, his teacher came over. Once she placed a star sticker on Hiro's work, he looked around the older woman. Glaring at the little girl, he quickly stuck his tongue out.

Apparently, she wasn't a fan of being corrected. She began to tear up once the teacher corrected her placement of 'E'.

Hiro turned his head away from her with a satisfied smirk.

It kind of seemed as if bad things were just meant to happen here. Don't get him wrong, he was still a bit happy that he was right about the way 'E' was written. He just wasn't in a great mood from being extremely hungry. He was so accustomed to eating food made by Aunt Cass around this time each day. His mouth watered as he began to think about macaroni and cheese. If he didn't get that for dinner tonight, he was probably going to throw a fit.

The moment the class was all led to this giant area full of tables, his heart fell. Hiro Hamada obviously had very high expectations for his meal. He sat alone, staring into a questionable tray of spaghetti.

With a shaky sigh, he lifted the plastic fork into his mouth. He widened his eyes, and forced himself to swallow the food. Hiro decided that it wasn't worth eating, and shoved the white tray away. He forced his small body to wait until it arrived back home. His stomach growled angrily at him in protest to that idea.

The teachers began to call for all the kids to line back up once everyone was just about done eating.

On his way to go stand in line, Hiro mumbled to himself, "I bet Tadashi is eating mac n' cheese right now..."

A voice reached Hiro's ears once they were back in the classroom. It wasn't a person saying "Hey" or anything near that. It was kind of like a high pitched hissing noise. He took his eyes off of his work, and located the owner of the voice. A tall blonde boy was staring at him from across the table. He looked as if he was going to begin to cry.

Hiro regarded him with a scrunched up nose. He was hungry, he was missing his nap time, and the little Hamada boy just wanted to go home.

"Do you know what number comes after three?"

If Tadashi was there, Hiro would've been scolded for making such an ugly face. His nose stayed scrunched up in disgust, his mouth twisted in a deep frown, and his body was slouched over. He cradled his head with both hands asking why he was stuck here to no one in particular.

It was at that exact moment that Hiro decided he wasn't going to just keep giving out answers for free.

"I'll tell you, but only if you gimme your crayons."

"All of them...?" The kid across the table had asked.

"Yep."

"So, how was every thing?! Did you make any friends?"

As soon as the questions left Tadashi's mouth on the walk to the bus stop, a paper was shoved roughly into his hands. The little one decided to ignore his 'Dashi for the moment. He felt as if this paper was more important than that.

The older brother read carefully over it. On top, the instructions were to draw who you wanted to be as a grown-up.

On his little brother's page, a small stick person was standing in the middle. The name 'Tadashi' with an arrow pointing to the drawing was on the side. It wasn't colored at all, but Tadashi grinned.

He was about to reach down and ruffle Hiro's hair, when he noticed several boxes of crayons shoved into his halfway closed red backpack.

"I'm not even going to ask why you have a mountain of crayon packages in your bag. Hiro, just...please don't become known as the class thief. Please."

"Kids in my class aren't very smart, 'Dashi. I belong in junior high already."

A/N: Heres a chapter im managing to squeeze in even though its two A.M. and i literally just got back from watching Big Hero 6 again. God i am tired. This...this was a monster to write and im not sure how it even came to be. Excuse me while i go crash out now. Expect another update soon. Theres no date for it...but itll happen.

Also a huge like mega huge thank-you to all of you! You've stuck with this and made me want to keep going! All of you have encouraged me so much. And made me blush a lot because i didnt expect this to be liked. To be honest i have no clue how i came up with the title to this. It was the heat of the moment i guess. HEYYYYO guess who has the ending planned out for this?! This girl! But...that wont be until the far future...maybe.

As always thank you all for the continued support. Sorry if this chapter doesn't live up to expectations i have no excuses other than being tired. BH6 Was emotionally draining again. Especially the Tadashi scenes this time...

Review? I would giggle happily.

-Kelly