Now while Hiro Hamada wasn't an idiot (heck, he was no where near being one), he often liked to act like one. Or at least that was true according to his older brother, Tadashi Hamada.
It didn't matter when or where, Hiro was always getting in trouble. Take the playground, for instance. Instead of it being a care-free wonder world, Hiro somehow managed to make it into the deadly pit of doom. Instead of using a swing set for its intended purpose, Hiro just had to go and try to climb up the metal links to the top.
It became a common cycle, honestly- Hiro would do something stupid, Tadashi would come to the rescue. It didn't matter if it was the top of the swing set or a creepy back alley filled with criminals. Tadashi always came.
And maybe that's why Hiro became so reckless. He had an unspoken guarantee- a promise, if you will- that Tadashi would always come in at just the right time to save the day. However, neither one of them expected the roles to be reversed.
"Tadashi!" Hiro shouted as he held back his brother.
Tadashi's wide eyes stared back at him before they looked back at the burning building. "Someone's gotta save Callaghan."
As Hiro thought back, he could only wish that he'd returned the favor that he often took for granted.