Hey guys! This is a one shot from Hiro's perspective set two years after Tadashi's death. I based this off my favorite country song, I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice, because it always makes me think of Hiro and Tadashi and I cry every time I hear it. Not requested, but I did this one as a favor to silverfox02029. She suggested I do some filler one shots so Hiro can have "a break from the torture so [I] can get back at it again." Please read and review! Thanks especially to Silvie for reviewing so diligently!

TRIGGER WARNING: EXTREMELY SAD

MAY MAKE TADASHI'S FAN CLUB CRY

I went into the garage and placed my hand on the hood. Tadashi's truck. He got it a few weeks before the fire and was so excited to finally have his own car. He hadn't even gotten a license plate before he died.

I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. I wasn't going to cry on my sixteenth birthday. I was older now. Stronger. I was a hero. Or that was what everyone said.

But I wasn't. I wasn't a hero.

Baymax was a hero.

Tadashi was a hero.

I was no hero.

I shoved the keys into the ignition and pulled out of the garage. The truck was good as new, if a little dusty. No one had driven it for two years. Today was the first time it had moved since Tadashi died.

The flashing lights and skyscrapers soon turned to open fields and flowers. I barely registered that I had left San Fransokyo. All I could think about was Tadashi.

"You can't telepathically control Mochi to bring you donuts, Hiro." Tadashi laughs. "You just…can't."

"But I wanna." I give him the pouty face. "I even got the telepathy part figured out."

Tadashi ruffles my hair. "Aunt Cass will kill you. Besides, I can get you donuts."

"Yeah, but Mochi doesn't know when I should stop."

Tadashi laughs again. "C'mon. I'll get you a donut, okay? Just no more telepathy."

"Fine."

Tears burned my eyes. I wanted him back.

Tadashi throws open the door and shrugs off his backpack. I watch as he crosses the room without looking at me and flops facedown on his bed.

"What's wrong, Dashi?"

"Finals," he murmurs. "I failed English."

I hesitate. "Do you want some gummy bears?"

Dashi looks up. He stares at me for a minute, then starts to laugh.

I wait in silence for him to stop, but he can't seem to. Finally he quiets down.

"Thanks, Hiro," he says. "I needed that."

I nod, then say, "So about those gummy bears…"

I missed him. I needed him.

I turned on the radio. It was still set to Tadashi's favorite country station. I always teased him about liking country music. I thought it was dorky and old-fashioned. But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't have said anything. I would have saved my breath for what I wished I could tell him now.

I didn't know the song that was on, but the words were enough.

I drive your truck

I roll every window down

And I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

Till all the pain's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes, I drive your truck.

A tear escaped my eye. So much for being tough and strong.

And you'd probably punch my arm right now

If you saw this tear rolling down my face

Hey man, I'm trying to be tough.

Tadashi would. He'd call me a big baby and tell me to grow up.

I wanted that punch on the arm so badly. It would hurt less than never feeling it again.

And mamma asked me this morning

If I'd been by your grave

But that flag of stone ain't where I feel you anyway

Aunt Cass went to Tadashi's grave every day. I didn't. I wanted to be close to him, not some rock with his name on it. The inscription didn't help.

I am satisfied with my care.

They made it sound like it was okay he was dead. Like he'd done everything he needed to do. Served his purpose.

He'd never married Honey Lemon. Never graduated college. Never teased me about my first girlfriend like he said he would.

I drive your truck

I roll every window down

And I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

Till all the pain's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes, I drive your truck

Never even said goodbye.

I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye

I had. Tadashi never got a chance to.

Shook my fist and asked God why

I still didn't know.

These days when I'm missing you this much

Every day.

I drive your truck

I roll every window down

And I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

Till all the pain's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes

I missed Tadashi so much it hurt. It hurt like I was being torn apart from the inside. It hurt like my heart had been cut in half. I needed him back.

Brother, sometimes

I parked the truck and broke down. I'd already broken my promise to myself. Why not cry.

I drive your truck.

"I miss you," I whispered through the sobs that racked my throat. "Please come back. Please. I need you. I miss you so much. Please—" I took a deep breath, trying to stop the tears. "Come back."

I collapsed in the seat, Tadashi's cap falling from my head. "Please."

Hiro?

I stopped as Tadashi's voice entered my head.

T-Tadashi?

I wish I could come back. I miss you too.

I was crying even harder now. I'd been calling Tadashi's phone just to hear his voice again. Now it was real.

I can't stay, Hiro. I just wanted to tell you something.

What?

I am satisfied with my care. I died trying to help. There's no other way I'd want to go.

Well, I wanted you to die of old age.

Tadashi laughed inside my head. He was still the same.

Can you stay? Just…live in my head?

I can't, Hiro. I'm sorry.

I just don't want you to leave me again.

I'm not leaving.

That's what they all say. But it still hurts.

Hiro.

I will always be with you.

I wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to pretend the embrace had a second half. Trying to hold on as long as I could.

I love you, Nii-chan.

I love you, Hiro.

The world got quiet again. The only voice in my mind was my own.

I was still crying, but I knew now. He's not gone. Not really.

I'd see him again.

I picked up Tadashi's cap and replaced it on my head. I drove back toward the café, a song playing in my mind.

I drive your truck

I roll every window down

And I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

Till all the pain's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes

Brother, sometimes

I drive your truck.

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind

I drive your truck.