A/N: And so it begins...on the fourth chapter. Sunni is crazy. Hiro is angsty. Mochi is fluffy. And Tadeadshi is dead.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Sunni and Ryan.
Hiro had considered camping at one of the team's houses or even running away. Anything other than willingly going within a fifty mile radius of that women. But here he was, glumly picking at his chicken pot pie. Across the table Sunni was practically inhaling her portion and miraculously managing to leave no crumbs whatsoever. Swallowing, she piped for the umpteenth time, "Wow Aunt Cass! This is great!". And Aunt Cass beamed and said for the umpteenth time, "Well don't hold back! Eat all you want!" before refilling Sunni's platter again.
During the time Hiro had been away, Aunt Cass seemed to have adopted Sunni. Even though Hiro had nothing against Aunt Cass's happiness, he still felt a bit...betrayed. How could Aunt Cass just accept someone so easily especially someone as insane as Sunni? Well there was nothing he could really do. The mature part of his brain reminded him that the best thing he could do was accept Sunni. Nevertheless, even now Hiro found himself squinting in the girl's direction. Look at the way she eats, like an elephant or something. And are those PIERCINGS? Holy cow she has TWO in her left ear!
Sunni seemed to have noticed Hiro's staring because she looked up and smiled slightly. Hiro quickly shifted his gaze but the girl chuckled before asking, "Not hungry?" "Yeah," Hiro said, hoping that the girl would take the hint, and drop the conversation. Of course she did the exact opposite.
"So we're both going to the same college yeah?" Sunni continued, oblivious to Hiro's mental head-desking, "This is great! We can share homework and stuff." You mean you'll cheat off of me, Hiro thought glumly. The girl sipped some water before asking the dreaded question, "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
He stared down at his barely touched plate. "Fifteen." He waited for some wide-eyed gaping, a couple of 'no ways!', maybe some 'are you underweight?'s, or (Since she was already hecka weird) some table flipping. Nothing happened.
"Nice!" Sunni said, "Teenage years are always the coolest." She scrunched her nose. "Or was it the kindergarten years? I mean coloring does kick some serious butt.." She paused, noticing Hiro's confused face, and laughed slightly. "Oh sorry, I sometimes get off track and start ranting. I know it's a bit weird." Like the rest of you Hiro resumed picking at his pie.
At that moment Baymax chose to toddle over and lecture Hiro. "You are not eating enough," he stated, "Adolescence is a crucial time of growth. Lack of nutrition may stunt puberty's progress." Hiro felt his face flush as Baymax 's stomach lit up, displaying a food pyramid. A side glance proved that Sunni was stifling her laughter. "Hey buddy, I think the dishes need you more than I do," he attempted to divert the robot's least Baymax seemed to understand English and he teetered back to the sink, pausing to pat Mochi on the head.
"Soooo," Sunni said while trying, and failing, to hide a big smile, "Did you make that adorable marshmallow of a robot?"Hiro cringed. Across the table, Aunt Cass stiffened slightly and shot a worried glance at him. He mouthed 'I'm okay' in her direction before answering the girl's question. "No," Hiro admitted, "But I did upgrade him."
Cocking her head slightly, Sunni's smile wavered. "Oh. Ohhhhhh..." Hiro could swear her gaze flickered toward family pictures hanging above the staircase. The kitchen grew quiet. Dishes clinked softly as Baymax dried them.
Her smile a little forced now, Sunni attempted to salvage the remains of the conversation. "Your fifteen! This is great, you and Ryan are only two years apart. I'm sure you can be great buds or whatever you teens call 'em nowadays!"
Faking a yawn, Hiro got up from his seat. "Oh my my," he said "Look at the time! I'm so exhausted! Time to go bed! Can't keep those growth spurts waiting!" Sliding his plate over to Baymax, he forced out another yawn before speed-walking up the staircase. Hiro avoided the shocked and disapproving look Aunt Cass sent him before closing and quietly locking the door to his, and Sunni's, room. Hiro ignored the half-unpacked cardboard boxes behind the screen.
Pushing the day behind him, Hiro sat down at his desk.What you thought he was really going to sleep?He tried to complete some sketches for a new design he had in mind but it simply wouldn't come to him. For once, Hiro was disappointed that he didn't have any homework to do. At last he gave up and decided to actually go to bed.
He was in the middle brushing his teeth when the bedroom doorknob began to shake furiously and Sunni's voice drifted in. "What the...?" Oh right. That. Rolling his eyes, Hiro spat in the sink before going to unlock the door. Yanking the now still doorknob, Hiro grimaced, ready to complain. "What are you doing-" Right before 165 pounds of Sunni barreled into him.
"GAH!"
They skidded until they collided painfully with the corner of a particularly heavy cardboard box. Hiro gasped for air and sputtered on part of Sunni's cardigan. "SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!" she yelped, causing Hiro's head to ring. Sunni then tried to unsuccessfully untangle herself, successfully shoving her foot in Hiro's face. This needs to STOP Hiro thought while trying to pull out his arm from Sunni's armpit. "Get...Off...OF ME." "SORRY!"
As the two college students continued to flop on the ground like dying fish, Sunni's arm flailed dramatically. Aunt Cass's not-so-new-lamp went flying, the hasty glue job coming apart. Time seemed to slow down. Hiro's eyes widened, kicking Sunni's other leg off he dove across the floor. Stretching out his arms, Hiro's fingers curled around the lamp's neck. Yes! he thought triumphantly. A second later the lamp smashed onto the ground, and Hiro was left with a perfectly intact upper half of the lamp. Then that broke into pieces too. "Dammit Elmer."
Both heads turned at the sound of rapid footsteps. A moment later a panting Aunt Cass darted into the room. "HIRO ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?" "Uhh," he replied. Her eyes shifted from Sunni who was sporting a nasty bruise and Hiro sitting amid the remains of her lamp. "MY LAM-oh forget it." Then marching over she began searching Hiro and Sunni for wounds. "Are you two alright? What on earth happened? And why's the doorknob dented?" They let her flounder around until Baymax said "Scan complete""Ah medical robot. Right", said Aunt Cass stepping back.
As it turned out Hiro was a bit scraped and bruised everywhere and Sunni had something akin to a minor concussion. When they (Aunt Cass and Baymax) insisted she go to the hospital she waved them off. "Nah," Sunni said holding an ice pack to her head," This old thing has been through much worse!" To demonstrate her point, she rapped her growing bruise. No one was really surprised when Sunni pitched face-first on the floor.
"Whelp," Aunt Cass said, after the four (Mochi had helped) dragged the girl to her bed,"We can't really send a person to the hospital if they don't want to go. And besides we have Baymax." To which Hiro replied, "That's responsible of you." She simply smiled and kissed his head. "Now go sweep up the remains of my lamp!" Hiro groaned but went to collect the broom.
Minutes later, Hiro was washed up and in bed. Curling up in his blankets, he listened to Baymax's movements, the robot covering an unconscious Sunni with a blanket. Heaving a sigh he turned away.
Today had been...eventful. Chaotic didn't begin to cover it. And Hiro's arms and legs still ached. And Hiro was still ready to ship Sunni across the world.
But thinking back to the absolute weirdness of today, Hiro couldn't suppress a snort. Really what was Sunni doing at SFIT? She should start her own comedian course, how to act like a genuine idiot in three days!
And that doorknob. Hiro had checked and indeed it had been dented to the point that instead of a doorknob it looked like a new breed of squash. More curiously the indentation resembled a hand. And Hiro was pretty sure the doorknob was correctly shaped when he'd grabbed it...
He sneaked another glance at Sunni, which was pretty hard with the screen door and Baymax hovering around. Aunt Cass would disapprove. But he had always loved a good mystery...
Closing his eyes Hiro relaxed slightly. Sunni could stay. For now.
A/N: Hiro made a pun. The doorknob looks like a squash. It was squashed. Get it?