He felt like a failure. A big, fat failure. He spent all day trying to make it perfect, but not even his genius could help him in the matter. What he was trying to make? A cake, for Tadashi, without any help. I know, it sounds stupid for a 10 year old to try and bake something without any help, but Hiro's Hamada pride made it seem like a wonderful idea.

It all started out fine. He and Tadashi had been playing video games upstairs. Hiro complained about their seating arrangement multiple times, but after a while you just get used to sitting in big brothers lap. They had just finished whatever they had been playing when Aunt Cass ran upstairs and slammed open their door with her trade mark gusto. They could barely understand what she was saying as she raced around the room, waving around an envelope with a gold and blue symbol on it.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Aunt Cass, calm down. What are you so excited about?" Tadashi asked, setting down his controller and pulling Hiro with him as he sat up.

"You got an acceptance letter! To SFIT! Right now!"

Tadashi's eyes widened and he jumped off the couch, pulling Hiro with him and throwing him up on his shoulders. He swore he was going to get major motion sickness one of these days. The two adults danced around the bedroom before Aunt Cass shoved the letter into Tadashi's hands, declaring she was going to make the spiciest chicken wings for dinner tonight.

Tadashi stared bright eyed at the crisp envelope, thinking of all the great things that would happen now that he had been accepted. He had only just started his senior year, but he was willing to take his tests now and get on campus, ASAP. Hiro felt a slight tug in his chest. If Tadashi went to college, then he might get a dorm, and then he'd be away from Hiro for months on end, and then… Hiro couldn't even finish his thought when Tadashi flopped him back onto the bed and pulled him into a tight snuggle.

"Oh you don't know how happy I am, Hiro. A lot is going to change for the better." He ruffled Hiro's hair one more time, sitting them up again and staring at Hiro.

"A-are you going to get a dorm." He asked quietly, fearing the answer. Tadashi stopped for a moment then smiled, his heart beating a little bit faster knowing that his baby brother wasn't sick of him yet. Tadashi gave him a loving look before shaking his head.

"No, silly, I'm not going anywhere, especially without you. We're a team, remember?"

Hiro perked up and smiled, feeling absolutely over joyed that Dashi was staying.

After another hour of gaming, Tadashi left for SFIT to register and head to the high school to see about early graduation, which left Hiro pretty much alone in the loft. He was very happy that Tadashi was going to college, and he also felt like Tadashi needed a present. Something homemade, since Hiro needed his money for bot fights. Something easy, since Tadashi was going to be home in about 2 hours.

"Hey Hiro, what would you think Tadashi would want for dessert?" asked Cass from the kitchen. Hiro's eyes widened. Cake! He would make Tadashi a cake!

Hiro rushed out of the room and stomped down the stairs, nearly running into Aunt Cass as he barreled into the kitchen.

"Oh! Hiro, what's with you?" she laughed, seeing the elated expression on Hiro's chubby little face.

"I want to make something for Tadashi."

"Why don't you make him a robot like you always do?"

Hiro frowned, "No no no, I want to bake something for Tadashi. A cake!" That caught Cass by surprise. Hiro? Baking? Those were not two things she would associate with her robotics loving nephew. But, a change of pace was always good, especially when it came to Hiro.

"Ok, well I'll get the ingredients and we'll get started."

Hiro shook his head, "No. I want to make it myself." Cass gave him a confused look and shrugged her shoulders. She grabbed the necessary ingredients, pans, and recipe and set it out along the kitchen's island. Hiro squealed in glee and bounced up to the granite island, looking over the things he would use to bake the best cake ever!

Sadly, it didn't turn out like that. Aunt Cass had gone back downstairs to work in the café and left Hiro to his business, trusting that a genius would be able to cook something without too much trouble. But the moment she left, she had sealed a horrible fate for her kitchen and cooking wares.

Hiro had to pull multiple stools from the island to reach all the ingredients. He shuffled through the many powders and milks she had provided him and skimmed over the recipe, thinking that he didn't really need it. He popped a few eggs and some milk into a large bowl and grabbed the electric mixer, setting it on high to get the mixing done faster. The moment he put the spinning whisks into the bowl, a splatter of eggy milk flew from it, decorating the cabinets and table. He scrambled for the plug, ripping it from the socket, and throwing it to the side. He decided to use a regular spoon instead.

Even with the more stable utensils he managed to make a huge mess. As he tried to put the flour into the large bowl, some of it got into his nose, causing him to sneeze. A large cloud of white poofed into the air and even got into Hiro's bushy hair. While he tried to remove the excess flour from his hair, his elbow bumped into the industrial sized bottle of vanilla extract, causing it to pour into the already ruined batter, giving it a muddy appearance and a very, very pungent smell.

He still pushed on, setting the oven to preheat as he tried his best to juggle that large sloshing bowl over to the counter where the cake pans were. Pulling up another stool, he sloppily poured in the cake batter, effectively spilling some down the side of the counter and getting it on the floor. When the oven finally dinged, he again juggled with two filled cake pans and slipped them into the oven without a hitch. However, when he went to go get the recipe to see how long he had to cook it, he found that the paper had been soaked in vanilla and the words had become goopy and unreadable. Hiro groaned in frustration, punching in 20 minutes and hoping for the best.

Tadashi got home at about 4 o' clock sharp, absolutely elated at the events of that day. He had been fully registered into SFIT and he was supposed to come back on Monday to get his classes in order. Even the high school staff had been easy to talk with, they gave him the days of when his final tests were, what they were, and where he would test. Conversely, he had met a bunch of his fangirls on the way out, narrowly avoiding being kissed by them getting out the door. He didn't know what was with people. If he clearly wasn't interested, then why bother trying to get something that wasn't being offered. Tadashi then smiled at the memory of his brother from that morning, so sad that he might be leaving him for college. He, however, loved getting attention from Hiro. The only one who would be getting his affection was Hiro, plain and simple. And he would love him until the day he died.

The now college student walked into the loft, ready to go upstairs and tell Hiro all about his day, when he smelled burning. Tadashi ran up the stairs into the kitchen and gasped at what he saw. Hiro was sitting, covered in cake mix, in a dejected position on a stool. Beside him was a half burnt half soggy cake with icing sloppily spread on, as though someone was in a hurry and dumped it on. The scent of burnt vanilla almost made Tadashi choke, but he held it back, knowing that if Hiro heard then his mood would worsen.

He slowly walked over to his baby brother, who looked about ready to cry.

"Hiro?" he said slowly, "What's this?" Hiro gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes Tadashi had ever seen and slammed into him, wrapping his little arms around Tadashi's waist and wailing.

"I'm sorry Nii-san, I tried my best but I couldn't do it right." Hiro sobbed into Tadashi now cake covered cardigan. Tadashi was surprised by the outburst but didn't waste any time scooping Hiro into his arms. The younger Hamada clung to his form like a little monkey.

"Shh, it's okay. Did you make this for me?"

Hiro nodded, "I made it to celebrate, but I ruined it."

Tadashi shook his head, setting Hiro down and walking over to the silver ware drawer and grabbing a fork.

"You didn't ruin it. It's just your first time baking. And you did it on your own, right?"

Hiro nodded again.

"Well, then that means it's special." Tadashi declared.

Tadashi scooped a piece of cake from the center. He was a bit hesitant about eating it, but seeing Hiro's expectant eyes made him go through with it. He quickly slipped the fork into his mouth, awaiting a weird collaboration of flavors, but was pleasantly surprised with the sweet vanilla that over took his taste buds. Though it was a bit over powering, it was still nice.

Tadashi smiled, ruffling Hiro's hair. "It tastes great; I can't believe you thought it was bad."

Hiro giggled and smiled, making Tadashi's heart swell. The older Hamada lifted Hiro from his seat and carried him upstairs.

"Come on, knucklehead, you've had a rough day, let's get you into a bath."

Hiro's eyes widened. "No! No baths, I hate baths!"

Tadashi laughed manically, ignoring Hiro's screams of 'mutiny' as he carried him to the bathroom.

Honestly, this wasn't a stupid thing Hiro did to Tadashi, but Hiro thought it was a good memory so… why not?