Hiro opened the email that popped up on his phone, but he tossed it to the side, debating whether or not he should open it. He looked at the tiny screen that he held in his hand for a moment, before letting out a big sigh, and shrugging. What did he have to lose? It's not like he knew the guy. So Hiro tapped the the email I began reading it.

Dear Hiro Hamada,

I hear you are a genius, and your teachers expect you to go to college soon, so sending these emails may be overwhelming for me.

Hiro was shocked in rereading the first sentence over and over again, as he had never been called intimidating. Weak? Yes. Frail? Absolutely. But intimidating was new, and he took it as a compliment- this dude saw him as smart, and his intelligence was never something he assumed was intimidating about him.

So, to introduce myself, I am Marcus Cruz, I live with my younger sister, Megan Cruz and my father, who is a chief in the police force. My mother died a few years ago, and everyone in my family took it hard… at first, but now… everyone has seemed to forget about her, but not me. I never handled grief well, not with my grandfather nor my grandmother, but my mother has hit the hardest.

Lately, I've turned to drugs, which help ease the pain a little bit, but sometimes, I wonder if life would be better without me. I know I don't treat my sister nor my father the best, but I really wish I wasn't a shit human.

Anyways, I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Marcus Cruz

Hiro reread the letter over and over again, trying to determine his next message to him. Hiro could relate to some of what he was saying; his mother also died, but with him, it was different. Hiro was so young when his mother died, that he didn't remember her. Of course it upset him that he would never meet the two people who created him, but he never had to miss them. Hiro thought of the perfect way to construct this email. He looked around, searching for something to type the email with, when he spotted Tadashi's computer.

Hiro gazed at it, determining whether or not he should use it, before smirking. What Tadashi doesn't know won't kill him, right? Besides, Tadashi has borrowed lots of his things without asking before. So Hiro opened the laptop which automatically popped on, meaning he didn't turn it off last time he used it. On it, was a group chat where he and his friends exchanged movie plans. Hiro's stomach plummeted as he realized the day he suggested was the day he was going to take Hiro to the science museum. Hiro was really looking forward to that..

It wasn't the first time his dear brother "forgot" about plans they made, and ditched them for his friends. So, Hiro tried his best not to be mad, but he couldn't help the sinking feeling of sadness he felt, and the burning pit of anger that was boiling inside their stomachs.

Hiro then opened a new tab and logged into his email, a rising fear arriving in his stomach; Hiro better finish this before Tadashi comes upstairs.

Dear Marcus Cruz,

Hiro wrote. Seemed standard.

Though I am certainly flattered by your high thought of me, I must ask that you not be intimidated by me. I am certainly nobody to be intimidated by.

I live with my aunt and my older brother, Tadashi, both of whom I know love me, but I really wish they had more time to spend with me.

Hiro frowned… his letter sounded whiny compared to Marcus's

And in school, it isn't easy. I'm the youngest, and the easy target, so I come home alot with bruises all over myself. I don't know much about grief, because I became an orphan at such a long age, but I know life doesn't end because you lose someone- they will always be there in your heart. I also know it will be hard, but perhaps keep a letter diary? Write letters to your mom, maybe then it's like she was there.

Sincerely,

Hiro Hamada.

As Hiro hovered his mouse over the "send" , he wondered if his email came off as too unsympathetic. He didn't know what to say- empathy wasn't Hiro's strong suit, so a great wave of anxiety overcame him as his clicker pressed it. Would he be mad? Hiro quickly closed all the tabs, and tossed Tadashi's laptop onto his bed.

He then ran downstairs to distract himself from the impending email, as Aunt Cass and Tadashi gave him confused expressions.

"What?" Hiro asked.

"Nothing, you were an asshole when you came home, but now you are happy to see us." Tadashi said bluntly.

Hiro shrugged as his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he saw a message that sent a wave of relief over his body.

Thanks, Hiro, that really did help. I can't wait for more emails - Marcus.

"Who is that?"

"Nobody."

Anyways, I decided to update this fic after a year, so I hoped you liked it. A reminder that this is inspired by the fake friendship of Evan and Connor in Dear Evan Hansen, more specifically the song "Sincerely, Me" except.. It's real. But it isn't exactly the same. I do plan on Megan and Hiro having a friendship, but not a romantic relationship.

Anyways, please review!