lowest grade for finals today: 87 :)

Tadashi had been with the Dean of SFIT for nearly five hours, trying to nail the masked man. The Dean especially wanted to catch him, seeing how this man murdered his friend and best professor, Robert Callaghan.

Tadashi hadn't been exactly close with Robert, but he was his favorite professor out of his classes, and he had barely even gotten to know him much. But he was more concerned about nailing him for Hiro's sake; no teenager should be restricted to his bedroom all day for fear of being murdered, and Tadashi was disgusted by the thought. He had to nab him before he nabbed Hiro.

So, Tadashi took a large drink of coffee, rewatching the security footage for the umpteenth time.

His heart broke every time he did.

"I'll be alright, Cass."

"But are you positive? There are security guards here, right?"

Hiro sighed, trying to think of all the possible ways to convince Cass to leave him alone. She had to open the cafe anyway, and Hiro really needed the rest, what with his entire body numb and in pain. He just wanted to be alone.

"Yes, Cass. There are people in the hallways."

"Okay," Cass sighed, eyeing Hiro in an unsure way. "Tadashi's friends will be here in about ten minutes to see you. Tadashi should be done at the lab at around 5:00 and when he is he's coming to stay the night. Alright?"

"Alright, Cass," Hiro said with a laugh. Cass leaned over to kiss his forehead, looking at him as if she would never see his face again.

"I love you so much, Hiro!" she said finally, leaving the room. Hiro waved with his good arm, letting out a breath of relief the minute the door clicked shut.

Finally, alone for the first time since the incident.

That thought didn't exactly comfort Hiro, but he closed his eyes and rolled his head back nonetheless, trying to squeeze in ten minutes of sleep before his friends showed up.

Right before he drifted off, however, he heard screaming from down the hall, causing him to jerk his head up. His phone buzzed beside him, and he lifted it to show the contact trying to call him.

Honey Lemon.

"Hello?" Hiro asked, voice hoarse.

"Hiro, don't leave your room, okay?" Honey Lemon said from the other line. Hiro raised an eyebrow.

"...wasn't really planning on it, Honey. What's going on?"

"He's here," Honey Lemon choked out. "The masked man. At the hospital. In the hallway."

Hiro was immediately hanging up the call, jumping to his wheelchair and crawling into it. He wheeled himself as far away from the door and window as possible, going to the bathroom and locking the door. He frantically dialed Tadashi's number.

Of course, he didn't have to wait long for Tadashi to pick up.

"Everything okay over there, knucklehead?" Tadashi asked with a laugh.

"Y-yeah," Hiro said casually. "Everything's g-great! Quick question: are you coming over soon?"

"Not for like three hours, Hiro. Why? Do you need something?"

"Please don't panic, but-"

BANG

"Hiro, what was that?" Tadashi asked in alarm. Hiro's panicked breathing echoed through the bathroom.

"Everything is fine, okay?" Hiro reassured him. "Just forget I s-said anything. Just checking in on y-you, that's all!"

"No, you aren't. What were you gonna tell me?"

"He's here at the hospital," Hiro whispered, unlocking the bathroom door and slowly rolling out of the room.

"Who? Wasabi? Fred? Your doctor?"

"Who do you think, Tadashi?!" Hiro whisper-yelled, eyeing the door in fear. "Him. The masked man."

"WHAT?" Tadashi yelled, hanging up the call. Hiro rolled his eyes. The whole point of calling him was so that they could keep in touch, and he hangs up on him? Hiro rolls over to the corner of the room, dialing Honey Lemon again.

"Hiro? Are you okay? The police are here. Everything will be fine, alright? We're gonna get you out of there."

"Where is he?" Hiro asked.

"I don't-"

BANG

Hiro jumped in his seat as the door to his hospital room was being torn from its hinges, the masked man standing with his army of microbots.

"Finally. I've waited for this day, Hiro."

"N-no! Please!"

The masked man clawed his way through the room, slithering toward Hiro viciously and reaching his hands out toward Hiro.

"Listen, man, look at me! Haven't you done enough damage already?"

"No, because listen to me, Hiro," the man laughed, grabbing Hiro's head and saying in his ear, "We don't want you dead. We don't want you to be here with you family anymore. We want to use you for a project. We want to use you, and when we take you, you are NEVER to return. You will live with us, you will die with us, you will belong to us."

Hiro's heart thumped loudly in his chest as a tear made its way down Hiro's face, making his lip quiver.

"Why m-me?"

"Because you're unique, Hiro."

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

The masked man whipped his head around as Gogo stood in the broken door, arms out and hands fisted. Hiro grinned at her gratefully, but she ignored him.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" the man laughed. Gogo didn't flinch, pulling out a gun and aiming it right at him. The man was frozen in shock, and Hiro took advantage of this, ripping the man's neurotransmitter from his head. He was powerless now, and Hiro knew it.

The man must have chosen to ignore this, however, and he lunged at Gogo. Gogo gasped as he ran toward her, looking to Hiro from behind and holding the gun up.

"HIRO! CATCH!"

Hiro stood from his wheelchair, falling to the ground after but catching the gun nonetheless. He aimed it at the man as he backed into the wall, desperately crawling away from the man. He rose the gun higher into the air, pulling the trigger and shooting the man in the stomach.

"Son of a BITCH!" the man roared as he toppled to the ground, and Hiro didn't waste the opportunity to run for it. He got back in his chair and put the neurotransmitter around his head, commanding the bots to drag his wheelchair at full speed out of the room. Gogo was a fast runner, so she kept up easily.

The two were soon bursting out of the front entrance, and Gogo ran to the police officers standing guard by the building. Hiro melted in his seat, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Hiro caught eye of Tadashi standing behind the barriers the police officers had set up. His head shot up at the sound of the microbots Hiro was controlling. He saw Hiro and his eyes widened.

"Hiro! Oh my god, Hiro!"

Tadashi ripped the barrier out of his way, asking a police officer if he could go to the entrance to see Hiro. Before Hiro could wheel his way toward him, however, the microbots were somehow moving without Hiro controlling them. Hiro leapt out of his wheelchair, crawling away from the bots.

"You didn't think I only had the one transmitter, did you, Hiro?" the masked man said from behind him, limping toward Hiro with his arm around his gunshot.

"You're sick..." Hiro mumbled.

"FREEZE!" a police officer shouted, running to the two with his gun up. The masked man simply commanded the microbots to shield him, and he was suddenly flying away from the hospital and away from the city. Everything had happened so fast, Hiro barely had the time to react, but he was too shocked to move.

"Hiro!"

He crawled to his abandoned wheelchair with the help of the police officer, but before he could sit down, Tadashi was rushing to his side, pulling him into a protective hug. Hiro wrapped his good arm around Tadashi as his brother let out a sob, pulling out of the hug and cupping Hiro's face.

"Hiro, this is ALL my fault," Tadashi told him sadly. "I promised you nothing like this would happen again, and I still let it. But I promise you, buddy, this WILL NOT happen again, okay?"

Hiro could only nod before darkness swallowed him whole and he fell limply into Tadashi's embrace.

One year later

"This is a new and improved way of thinking, healing, and helping."

People snapped photos as Tadashi presented his newest project to SFIT: Baymax. What better way to kick off Senior year than with an awesome new project, and an efficient one at that? Tadashi's grinned remained plastered to his face as he caught a glimpse of Hiro in the crowd, raising his hand and giving him a thumbs-up. Tadashi laughed at this, turning back to his robot and presenting his other features.

After the presentation was over, Hiro was rushing to the stage to congratulate his brother, a matching smile spread across his face.

"Way to go, brother!" Hiro cheered. hugging Tadashi tightly. Tadashi was careful not to knock Hiro's crutches out from under him as he wrapped his arms around Hiro.

"Thank you for coming, Hiro!" Tadashi said. "At least you didn't go on that study abroad trip too. And on your sixteenth birthday? Thank you for being here. It really means a lot."

"And miss this? No way!" Hiro laughed. "Wanna go grab something to eat? To celebrate?"

"For sure," Tadashi nodded. "But excuse me for a second, will you? I need to go say hi to someone really quick."

"I'll just be looking around," Hiro assured him. Tadashi patted his shoulder, going to talk to his professor.

"Outstanding performance, Tadashi!" his professor beamed. She wasn't much older than him, what with being one of SFIT's best Alumni. Tadashi grinned and hugged her.

"Thank you, Professor Valenzuela!"

"You know, you were always bound to be my star student.."

As she talked, however, Tadashi looked over her shoulder, nearly choking at what he saw.

Robert Callaghan, his late professor, was standing in the far hallway of the rebuilt Exhibit Hall, glaring at Tadashi. Tadashi patted Professor Valenzuela's shoulder and took two steps toward the hallway Robert stood in. Robert smirked at him, pulling out a box of matches and taking one out to light. Tadashi's eyes widened, rushing back to where Hiro had been standing. He was no longer there.

Where did that knucklehead go?

"Come on, Hiro, we need to leave..." Tadashi mumbled to himself. He looked around the building, Robert still standing in the hallway. He suddenly dropped the lit match, immediately causing a large flame to break out. A woman screamed, and soon everyone had seen it.

Not again...

"Tadashi!"

Tadashi looked around for the source of the call, eyes landing on Hiro. He was standing next to the entrance, leaning on his crutches. His eyes were wide and filled with panic. He was clearly looking around the building for Tadashi.

"Tadashi! Has anybody seen Tadashi?"

Nobody answered him, shoving him out of the way to escape the growing fire. Tadashi sprinted to where Hiro was, Baymax's charging port in his hands now.

"I'm here, Hiro!" Tadashi yelled at him. Hiro sighed in relief, holding the door open for Tadashi and following him out. Hiro looked at the stairs hopelessly, trying to get down with his crutches. Tadashi scooped him up bridal style, sprinting down the remaining steps.

"Are you okay?" Tadashi asked frantically. "Are you hurt?"

"Not this time," Hiro said, taking his crutches back and getting to his feet. "Thanks for helping me."

"Of course," Tadashi said, leading Hiro away from the building.

"Who could have possibly caused it this time?" Hiro asked. "And why is it always this building?"

"I-I don't know," Tadashi lied, leading Hiro to his car. "But you know what? This time, it was a small fire. And this time, it's their problem. Now, let's go celebrate your birthday together, shall we?"

"Oh. Okay.." Hiro shrugged awkwardly.

He looked back at the building in confusion, then to Tadashi.

What just happened?

I didn't really plan to make so many chapters already but like my history paper can wait so