{A/n: short one while I work on another chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Disney.}
"I'M LOSING HIM!" A fifteen year old Japanese-American said to his aunt, slapping his fist on the counter in the 2nd floor of their small business/home in the bustling city of San Fransokyo. "NO WAY!" He exclaimed, running upstairs in pursuit of his brother.
In youth, Hiro Hamada loved to 'be all smooshy' with his big brother. Snuggling, kisses on his nose goodnight, struggling for the last hugs (their aunt joined that competition). He loved the late night promises to be inseparable.
But he was defying his younger mindset, right here, right now. Up in their shared room, alone, on his computer googling the latest forums on breakthroughs in technology.
Hiro had come home ten minutes ago, walking in the door and tossing his bag on the café's main counter. "Aunt Cass! I'm home!" He called into a back office, where she usually was around this time of afternoon. The first of the Beat Poetry Night-ers hissed a harsh "SHHHH!" In his direction, to which he allowed himself to crinkle his nose at. Instead of the usual, no one responded from behind the Japanese styled curtain. Hiro propped up the employee counter, walking through before lowering it again. "Aunt Cassie?" The 9 year old shook his head, mentally telling himself he was too old for the childish affectionate name. "I'm home." He pushed the flower design back, revealing the empty room. "Huh." Hiro mumbled to himself, snagging one of the 'defect' cookies his Aunt left in the back room, and headed upstairs to their main living space. Up there was his maternal figure in the kitchen, the family cat weaving through her legs as she hustled about to make brownies.
"Hiro! Welcome home, sweetie. I would come hug you, but-" she held up her stark white fingers and gestured towards her messy shirt. "I'm a bit floury."
Her antics made the boy laugh, swallowing the last of his cookie. As soon as he turned to recede upstairs to his bedroom, he found himself face to face with Tadashi Hamada, the embodiment of everything tempting about acting like a little kid. The perfect target for a pouty face. An amazing hugger. The best at telling stories. Everything Hiro was trying to convince himself he didn't need anymore. He was a man now.
"T-Tadashi! What the- Ew!" The kid struggled back at his older brother. Tadashi was hugging him now, something Hiro never asked for. The smaller boy was trying, key word: trying, to push his elder's hands off his sides. He didn't want to be babied.
Next came the tall, muscular teen's pout. "Hirrooo. What happeneedd at schooollll?" He cooed to the small boy, ruffling the kid's disheveled hair.
"Nothing! …Bye!" Hiro tried to escape, but was easily picked up and smothered once more by his overly affectionate brother. Their Aunt got a real kick out of the scene, paying no attention to the burning brownies in the oven. The boys were getting some new rejects soon.
The worst for Hiro was when Tadashi tried to kiss his cheek. Hiro squirmed and thrashed, managing to wiggle out of his brother's grip and quickly fled the wrath by darting upstairs. Tadashi looked upset as his little brother sprinted away. He usually giggled at the teen's greeting.
That said, Tadashi may have overthought the situation just a little.
"I'M LOSING HIM!" A fifteen year old Japanese-American said to his aunt, slapping his fist on the counter in the 2nd floor of their small business/home in the bustling city of San Fransokyo. "NO WAY!" He exclaimed, running upstairs in pursuit of his brother. Aunt Cass leaned onto the counter Tadashi had raged on, covering her face I'm attempt to hide her amusement. These kids could be so crazy sometimes.
Upstairs, a few loud disgruntles, 'blech's, and 'Tadashi!'s could be heard, undoubtedly from her younger nephew. After a few minutes, however, the younger kid had given in to the small child inside of him, and quietly let his brother be the loving weirdo he always had been.