"I knew it. She totally dropped that just so she could see you again."

The while gang was at the cafe and Fred was hellbent on convincing Hiro that him finding the folder was an act of destiny.

"It's like that princess movie about the girl and the shoe!"

"You mean Cinderella?" Honey Lemon offered. "Oh Hiro that's adorable."

"Guys it's just a folder." Hiro said. "I'll bring it to her tomorrow and then I'll probably never see her again."

"Oh c'mon little man. You're young, she's young, what's the damage in just seeing what happens?" Wasabi said with a shrug.

"What do you want me to do? Ask her out? She doesn't even know me."

"But she knows of you." Fred pointed out. "Baby steps dude, baby steps."

Hiro seriously wanted out of this conversation. On the whole way back he had been itching to ruffle though the pamphlets again, but he felt like that would be to much of an invasion of privacy. So instead he had been thinking about what would happen when he returned it. None of the scenarios in his head went well so he figured reality would be even worse.

"I've got hot wings!" Aunt Cass sang as she came though the kitchen doors. Thankfully once the food arrived the conversation switched. Soon enough all the food was gone and Hiros friends all headed back home.

"See you Monday Hiro."

"Tell us how it went."

"Don't embarrass yourself." GoGo said before closing the door behind them.

"What are they talking about sweetie?"

"Nothing!" Hiro said too quickly. "I mean I uh have to do some...homework. That's right, so I'll be in my room." He edged toward the stairs and smiled before racing to his bedroom. It's not that he didn't want to tell Aunt Cass about Airi, he just didn't want to have the conversation that would follow. He slumped at his desk and spun around in his chair until the black folder caught his eye. Would one more peak really hurt? I mean he already rummaged through enough to find her address.

"Screw morals." He said picking it up and jumping on his bed. He opened up the folder and looked at the contents careful not to move anything out of its order. There were several performing arts schools on the left side where Hiro found the envelope. On the right side there were more technical schools like SFIT. The ones on the left looked like they had been gone through many times while the right was untouched.

"Figures." He said. They probably had nothing in common. He was about to close it when a thought struck his mind. He didn't know why he was doing it, but in a few seconds he found a highlighter and was flipping through the SFIT majors. Near the end he found what he was looking for. The Arts and Theatre school. He marked it and left that page showing when he slid it back in its place. Before he could regret his decision he put the folder back on his desk and got ready for bed. What's the worst that could happen?

The next day Hiro was woken by Baymax.

"Baymax? What are you doing?"

"A routine sleeping schedule is healthy and especially good for adolescents."

"Ok buddy." He sat up rubbing his eyes and looked around his eyes landing on a black folder. He stared at it confused for a while before he remembered.

"Your heart rate has increased. Are you in distress?"

"What? No I just. I have to go somewhere right quick. Can you stay here?"

"Will that regulate your heart rate?"

"Uh...yes?"

"Then I will stay."

Hiro breathed out a sigh of relief. He loved Baymax but the robot tended to announce embarrassing bodily functions at random times. He quickly got dressed and grabbed the folder before racing down stairs.

"Hi Aunt Cass. Bye Aunt Cass."

"Hiro?" The cafés bell jingled as he pushed through the door.

"Ok." He said pulling out the envelope. "18384." He walked down a side street and checked every house number until he found the right one. It was ordinary with flower boxes in the windows and there was a bike out front with purple tassels. Hiro walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. He stood there nervously suddenly thinking about what he would do if her parent answered instead of her.

Soon the door was being unlocked from the inside and Baymax would be freaking out right now from how fast Hiro's heart was beating.

The door swung open and Hiro was pretty sure he flatlined. Airi was standing there with a confused look on her face. She was wearing a crop top with cut off jean shorts and converse. A beanie was keeping her hair in check but it still escaped out the bottom in a curly ring.

"Hiro?" She asked. "What are you doing at my house?"

"I uh..." He had planned this whole thing out in his head while he was getting dressed but he had forgotten everything he was going to say.

"Is that my folder?" She asked pointing to the black object in his hand.

"Oh! Yes. I uh found it yesterday and a letter with your address just...fell out and so I came here to return it as I am doing. Right. Now." He held out the folder and she took it, a smirk on her face.

"Thanks. Sorry for inconveniencing you."

"Oh no. I live down the street. My Aunt owns the cafe on the corner."

"Oh. Cool. Maybe I-"

"Maybe you could stop by sometime?"

She smiled, her dimples showing, and he smiled back.

"You took the words right out of my mouth."

"Great! So I'll...see you around?"

"Yeah. Bye Hiro."

"Bye." He said with a little wave before she closed the door. Airi locked the door back and walked up to her room. She opened her folder to make sure noting else had fallen out and immediately saw the bright green highlighter that had definitely not been there before.

"San Fransokyo Institute of Technology." She looked through the pages and stopped when she saw Hiro in one of the pictures. "Huh."

She looked at the paper her father had set on her desk. They were having an open house in the next week. "Dad'll get a kick out of this." she said before grabbing her phone. She had gotten 5 new text messages.

Airi? Are you alive?

Girl there's a battle on 5th and Henley tonight.

Please tell me you're coming.

At least answer.

She rolled her eyes and opened a message. "Tell 'em to bring their A game tonight."

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