This is a result of suggestions from hardygirl17 and Alice Shiota...thank you guys and thank you to everyone for the support...I think this chapter is terrible but I struggled to find a cause for their fight, since neither of the Hamada bros are the type of people to get angry with each other, like it would need something huge for that to happen...as a result Hiro is extremely OOC in this chapter and the others might be as well. Idk.

This chapter really reflects my mood lately and if any of you guys have exams etc, you may be able to relate to Hiro in this chapter XD

Do not worry, all will be well in the next chapter!

Best wishes

~princess

With Ty out of the way, Hiro was able to relax and enjoy college. He still didn't have any friends in his actual classes, but it didn't really matter as he hung out with Tadashi or Tadashi's friends outside class. The work was difficult but well within Hiro's ability; he was very happy.

However, it was soon time for exams. Hiro had mixed feelings about his first ones, as he knew that all the professors would be hoping for high grades from the young genius. It wasn't like the exams were difficult; but his mind kept telling him to work harder and as a result, he became very stressed a few days before the exams. This, of course, led to him becoming ill.

He ignored his sore throat and headache at first, in favour of focusing on his work. His symptoms got worse throughout the day and as he desperately reread his physics notes at home, he couldn't concentrate at all.

After ten minutes, he realised that he was looking at the wrong notes. 'These aren't the ones I made in class today- the stuff I need for the exam tomorrow,' he thought in annoyance, as he tossed them aside and rushed upstairs to the bedroom.

They were nowhere to be found. "Tadashi!" he snapped, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep for the next twenty years or so. "Have you seen my notes?"

Tadashi removed his earphones and raised an eyebrow. "Your notes? You'll have to be more specific."

Not in the mood for his brother's light hearted sarcasm, Hiro huffed. "I put them all in a folder!"

"What colour is the folder?"

"Purple."

"No, I haven't seen a purple folder."

"Really?" Hiro was deflated. "I thought you might have, seeing as you were tidying my desk before."

"What? No, I wasn't."

"You were. I saw you messing around near it. You must have moved it, Dashi!"

"Hiro, I haven't touched any purple folders! Look in your bag again." Exasperated, Tadashi shoved his earphones back into his ears, considering his role in the conversation to be over. Hiro hadn't been acting like himself all day.

"You're not even listening to me!" His temper completely lost, Hiro tore over to Tadashi and pulled his earphones out. Startled, Tadashi gave an angry exclamation and snatched them back. Hiro flinched, raising his eyes to Tadashi.

Tadashi saw the younger boy's bewildered expression and immediately felt guilty. "Listen, Hiro, I-"

"What's wrong with you?" demanded Hiro. "I thought you were supposed to help me."

Feeling that Hiro badly needed to be put firmly in his place, Tadashi responded. "I'll always help you, bonehead, if I can. But you just came up here and expected me to know where your folder is. It was pretty rude, but I apologise. I shouldn't have been so harsh. How about we look for your folder together?" Placing a hand on Hiro's shoulder, Tadashi spoke reassuringly. "It can't be far away. We'll find it, don't stress."

"How do you know that?! I've been looking for ages!" 'It's all right for him, he's always so organised!'

"Well, excuse me for trying to help," said Tadashi, a little offended.

"Just leave me alone." Rubbing his aching head, Hiro went to his side of the room and crawled into bed, curling up and quickly drifting off into a deep, anxious sleep.

Thinking that the younger boy was ignoring him and sulking, Tadashi spoke sternly. "You're being ridiculous. You need to calm down."

There was no answer, and Tadashi sighed.

Later, at dinner:

"Does Hiro not want dinner?" asked Aunt Cass, concerned.

"He's giving me the silent treatment. He wouldn't answer when I told him dinner was ready."

"I'll go check on him."

When Aunt Cass returned, she seemed confused. "He's not ignoring you, Tadashi. He's asleep."

"Well, he was ignoring me before!"

"Have you two had a fight?"

"Kind of…he was stressing about a missing folder or something and when I offered to help, he got in a weird mood with me. He's been acting strange all day."

"Perhaps he's ill," mused Aunt Cass.