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Chapter 6: New Kid
"You nervous?"
"How could I be, it's not like I'm a ten-year-old little kid about to go to his first day of high school."
"Hey," Tadashi shot Hiro a stern glance. "No need to be snarky."
"Sorry," Hiro muttered, kicking his feet aimlessly as Tadashi drove their old truck through early morning traffic. "It's just… they've already been in school for almost a month now… what if…"
"What, are you afraid you can't catch up?" Tadashi asked teasingly, nudging Hiro's arm lightly.
"Of course not," Hiro scoffed. "It's just… they all have their own groups now, and I'll just be the weird new kid… and, you know…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Tadashi cut in quickly, gesturing wildly with one hand for Hiro to stop talking. "Don't worry about it, kiddo! Listen, everything's gonna be fine, okay? You'll make great friends, and you'll get through all your classes easily, and before you know it, you'll be out there, helping people, making things better. If you keep thinking of the depressing stuff, there's no way you can move on, bud. No one knows what'll happen in the future, so there's no use in worrying about it now."
"I guess… you're right…" Hiro eventually sighed after a few moments of silence. "I might just be overthinking things…"
"Then stop thinking," Tadashi laughed. "Turn off your brain for just a bit, it won't hurt you."
"Yeah, you're right Dashi," Hiro smiled lightly. "I'm being ridiculous…"
"Don't worry about it, kiddo," the older Hamada chuckled. "You're just a little nervous about the first day of school. Especially since it's been a while since you've actually been in school."
"You're right, I'm being silly," Hiro shook his head firmly and clapped his hands to his face, clearing his thoughts. "It shouldn't be that bad right? I mean, we've been through worse…"
"You got that right," Tadashi snorted. "Okay, we're here," he muttered, pulling into the vacant parking lot. "Guess we're here a little early, huh?"
"If by 'a little,' you mean an hour, then yea, we're a little early," Hiro said sarcastically."
"Come on," Tadashi laughed, parking the truck quickly. "Let's get you to the front desk so you can get your classes."
"Hello, may I help you?" A bored looking middle-aged woman drawled as Tadashi steered Hiro towards the front desk.
"Yes, hi, this is Hiro," Tadashi introduced. She stared at him blankly.
"Hamada?" he tried. Still nothing. "New student," he sighed.
"Oh!" she snapped her finger as the lightbulb in her head went off. "Yes, yes, Mr. Hamada, of course! How could I forget," she cooed overly sweetly. "Here's your schedule, dear." She handed Hiro some papers, including a waiver each teacher had to sign ("bring it back here at the end of school"), a map of campus ("in case you get lost"), and his schedule. "You can pick him up at 3, dear," she smiled forcibly at Tadashi.
Smiling back (it felt more like a grimace), Tadashi quickly guided Hiro outside. It wasn't surprising to Tadashi when as soon as the lady thought they weren't looking, she scowled and rolled her eyes. She obviously hated her job.
"Ok," Tadashi sighed. "I'll be here around 2:45, alright? Just call me if anything happens. You have your lunch money, notebooks, pencils…"
"Tadashi," Hiro laughed. "I'll be fine. If I could survive three days on an island with fox lady, I'm sure a few hours at school will be nothing."
"God, don't remind me," the older Hamada shuddered. "Just… call me, okay? If you need anything, if you want to talk, if you need help-"
"Got it, bro," Hiro smiled. "Don't worry, okay? I'll be fine, I swear. Now go to class, before you're late."
"…Alright…" Tadashi finally said unsurely, "but seriously, if you want to wait one more-"
"Tadashi, don't be a worrisome mom, you were the one that said I should go to school. And I'm ready now, alright?" Tadashi opened his mouth to object, but Hiro quickly wrapped his arms around his older brother's torso. "I love you, nii-chan," he said sincerely. "And I promise I will call you at break. Now, go to school or you'll be late."
"Okay," Tadashi replied, still uneasy. He hugged his brother back, gently patting him on the back. "I'll be going now," he murmured. "I love you, too, little bro."
"I'll see you at 3," Hiro said, letting go of Tadashi and waving goodbye. "Have fun at school! Tell the gang I said hi."
"Will do," Tadashi laughed, climbing into the truck. "Good luck, Hiro! Use that big brain of yours to make some friends, 'kay?"
"Whatever," Hiro rolled his eyes "Get going, nerd."
"Have a great day!" the older Hamada chuckled. "I'll see you in a few hours."
"Bye," Hiro said halfheartedly, waving as Tadashi drove away. "See you…"
Even as he drove away, seeing Hiro wave at him through his mirror, Tadashi still couldn't help but feel nervous. Some part of him, be it the mother hen part or the older brother part, felt like something was going to happen. Something bad.
I hope I'm wrong, he sighed inwardly.
Another half an hour till my first class, Hiro thought wearily. As if being in school wasn't bad enough. He sighed and slouched on the bench he was sitting on, looking at the map, boredom pouring from every inch of his body. He had, of course, already memorized the map in the few minutes he had been alone on campus.
Hey, quit worrying, Peniel whispered in his head. It'll be fun.
"No it won't" Hiro moaned miserably.
"I'm sorry, but who are you talking to?"
Surprised, Hiro quickly scrambled over to the other side of the bench, grabbing his things and dragging it over with him.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" A man with a kindly smile on his face chuckled. He had his salt and pepper hair neatly combed back. His shirt was crisp and tidy, not a wrinkle in sight. He kinda reminded Hiro of a middle-aged version of Tadashi. "I'm Mr. Yakashima, your homeroom teacher," the man introduced himself. "Do you have any questions of our school policies or your schedule?"
"N-no, thank you," Hiro stuttered nervously.
"Well, if you ever need anything, just come on over to my office. I'll be there if you ever need anything."
"T-thanks," Hiro murmured. His teacher smiled and waved goodbye, walking into the classroom to prepare for his morning class.
Sighing still, Hiro slouched back down onto the bench. "Thanks for making me look like an idiot, Penny," Hiro muttered.
Penny, she muttered. I like it. And no problem, she said cheerfully.
"How are you here, anyways," he hissed. "Don't you only come out in my sleep, or when there's good tech around."
The latter's in work right now, "Penny" cackled. This place has some really nice tech. Not as great as your bro's school, but it'll do.
"Don't tell me," Hiro grumbled. He looked at the brochure he grabbed before leaving the office and groaned. There, on the second page: Highest acceptance rates to colleges such as San Fransokyo Institution of Technology, for best robotics students in high school levels. We pride ourselves in our robotics programs-
"Just my luck," Hiro groaned. "The high school that accepted me just happens to be a robotics school. Why am I not surprised."
I don't know what you're complaining about, this is great, Penny giggled excitedly. Now I can experience high school with you!
"No thanks," Hiro snorted. "Seeing you in my dreams is bad enough. I don't need you in my head during the day too."
"Who are you talking to, weirdo?"
For the second time that morning, Hiro jumped back, surprised yet again by another person. Slightly annoyed, Hiro grumbled, "What's it to you?"
"Well, sorry for being curious," a female voice said angrily, "It's just kinda weird that you're just sitting here talkin' to yourself."
Hiro looked up, annoyed, to see a short girl (about his height) with long hair tied back in a ponytail, a light blue hoodie, a skirt and striped blue and white tights underneath. Her black army boots clomped on the floor as she stamped her foot in irritation.
"Look, I'm sorry," Hiro sighed. "It's just, I'm about to start my first class today, and it's just kinda weird, and-"
"Whoa, whoa, chatterbox, I don't need ta know your whole life story," the girl snorted. "The names Vanellope. Do you have Yaka as HR teach?"
"If by 'Yaka' you mean Yakashima, then yeah, I have him," Hiro said slowly.
"Yeah, great, wonderful," she said distractedly. "Here, just… come in and sit next to me, 'kay? The seat's empty anyways. But don't talk to yourself, alright? You already look like a goofball, don't need ta act all kooky."
"Listen-" Hiro began angrily, but was cut off when the girl grabbed his arm and dragged him into the room. She abruptly sat him down, then proceeded to take the seat next to him. Just as he was going to get up and confront her, the bell rang. Taken by surprise, Hiro slouched down lower into his new seat as a swarm of kids walked into the room. He could already see the circles, the clicks within the class. There were, of course, the cheerleaders and jocks, laughing annoyingly loudly in the front of the room. Then there were the geeks, sitting in the corner, gushing about the new release of some web series. And of course, the nerds, who sat in the back, no doubt studying for a test they were probably going to pass anyways. The only thing he found odd was, in all the circles he saw, none of them included the girl that dragged him into class. He looked at her curiously. She merely sniffed and looked away.
The second bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. Mr. Yakashima walked in and snapped his fingers repeatedly. "Alright, gang, you heard the bell. Now sit down so we can begin."
The loud talking slowly died down to idle whispers as the groups dispersed. To Hiro's surprise, Vanellope wasn't lying when she said the seat was empty. No one came over demanding him for his seat.
"Alright, class, I have a very special announcement to make," Mr. Yakashima began as everyone settled down. "I'd like to introduce our newest addition to the team-" Hiro ducked down, hoping to disappear from the spot. He could hear Peniel cackling in his head, and he repeatedly hissed at her to shut up. "He's coming to us from home school, so everyone be nice and show him how our public education works-" A few heads turned, looking at him quizzically. Several rolled their eyes and went back to secretly texting underneath the table. "He's very smart, joining us at the ripe age of 10-year-old-" a few derisive chuckles echoed around him. He even heard a few people whisper "nerd" and "brainiac." Slouching down so low that he was sure he would slide down to the floor, Hiro crossed his fingers and prayed his teacher would stop with the long introduction. "I'd like you all to welcome, Hiro Hamada."
Silence. All head turned to look at the new meat. Hiro could feel their gaze piercing through him. Smiling sheepishly, he hoarsely whispered, "Hi…"
"Aww, he's shy," Mr. Yakashima said cheerfully. "Why don't you stand up and tell us a little something about yourself, son."
Hesitantly, he stood up, grimacing as his chair scraped across the floor. He cleared his throat and said, "Umm…. I'm Hiro, and-"
"Hero? My dog's name is Hero," a kid interjected. The entire room burst out into laughter. Hiro's face flushed tomato red and he quickly sat down, burying his face into his arms. God, he wanted to go home. Peniel was not helping as she rolled around, cackling "Hero" and "dog" repeatedly. Vanellope threw him a quick sympathetic glance, and he was relieved to see that at least she wasn't laughing.
"Now, Hans, that was unnecessary," Mr. Yakashima said harshly. Hiro stayed quiet as the rest of his class continued laughing. He groaned as his teacher flustered around, trying to get his students to quiet down. It was gonna be a long day.
"Tadashi, watch out!"
"Huh?" Tadashi snapped out of his daze just as the beaker he had no idea he was holding exploded out burning green foam. "Ow!" The foam steamed and burned his arm on contact. He dropped the beaker in pain, holding on to his newly burned arm. The beaker shattered, sending burning foam flying in all direction. Lab students ran around, screaming as the foam landed on their exposed skin. Someone, luckily, had pulled the alarm. Emergency shower stalls popped up, ready for use. Somebody grabbed Tadashi and dragged him hurriedly to the showers. Running his arm under the chemical bath, the same person took his uninjured hand and guided him to his office.
Walking in, he quickly muttered "ow," activating Baymax. His robotics project blinked, quickly scanning his new patient.
"What happened out there?" his mystery savior demanded. "You're usually never that spaced out. And what were you doing around my chemicals?"
Looking up wearily, he sighed as Baymax sprayed anesthetics over his burned arm. "Hey, Honey Lemon."
"Hey," she replied briskly. "Explain. Now."
"Sorry, I was just… not paying attention…"
"Yea, you can say that again," she snapped. "What were thinking? You could've burned down the lab! Or hurt yourself even worse than just a burned arm!"
"I know, I know," Tadashi sighed as Baymax wrapped bandages around his arm. "It's just… Hiro's in school right now… and…"
"Ahh." All of Honey Lemon's anger dissipated. "You're worried about what might happen." Not a question, a statement.
"Yea," Tadashi sighed. "I don't know, Honey, I mean, what if the other kids pick on him? Or if something happens, like a earthquake, or if a meteor crashes right on his school and crushes them and-"
"Tadashi, Tadashi," Honey Lemon soothed. "He'll be fine. Stop worrying, he's a big boy!"
"But-"
"Stop," Honey said forcefully. "If anything happens, I'm sure you'll be the first person he calls. Now relax! Stop blowing things up in my lab."
"B-but-"
"Tadashi, stop," she commanded. "You're overthinking! Just breath, he'll be fine."
"Tadashi, I have finished treating your injury," Baymax said. "I recommend taking a pain killer and taking a nap."
"Listen to your project, Tadashi, stop worrying," Honey huffed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go clean up the mess you made."
"Sorry again, Honey," Tadashi smiled sheepishly. She huffed and walked out the room.
Relax, he repeated in his head. Rummaging through his drawers for painkillers and quickly saying "I am satisfied with my care" to Baymax, he collapsed on his couch with a sigh. Just relax…
"Hey, puppy," some kid snorted, throwing out his elbow to nudge Hiro's shoulder. Hiro flinched and dodged, quickly walking down the hall to his new locker. News of his name matching with a dog's travelled fast. After his first class, as soon as he left the room, almost all the kids snickered and whispered "puppy" and "doggy". Even as he walked in the hallways, the crowds parted and stared as he walked by, some jeering at him to "go back to preschool."
Reaching his locker, he sighed and unlocked the lock. Emptying his new load of textbooks into the metal cabinet, he yelped in surprise when somebody grabbed his hood and yanked him back.
"Hey, nerd," a burly voice snorted. "So, you're a genius, huh?"
Hiro sighed. Great, he thought, first day and I'm already public enemy number 1. "Yea, so what?" he replied haughtily.
"So, I'm in a bit of trouble, that's what." Charles "Chucky" Travis, son to some big shot businessman, stereotypical captain of the football team and known bully. While he was in class, Peniel got bored and hacked the school's computer system and read the files of every student in the school. It was a headache for Hiro, but it was better than sitting through a lecture on plant cells (which he had already learned when he was 6.)
"So? What do you want me to do?" Hiro grumbled. He was tired, and he didn't want to deal with bullies on the very first day.
"Wow, you have a lot of lip for such a small guy, huh," Chucky balled his fists up. Hiro sighed and closed his eyes.
"Hey, hey, break it up!" a familiar female voice cut in. "Jesus, Chuck, do you really need another mark on your record? Won't daddy take away that fancy Porsche again?"
"Ugh, it's the freak," Chuck sneered in disgust. "How perfect, a freak and her dog." He let Hiro go, muttering, "not worth it" as he stalked away.
"You okay, kid," Vanellope asked, helping Hiro up.
"Yea, I'm fine," Hiro sighed, gratefully accepting her hand.
"Don't mind him, he's just a big guy that thinks he can get everything cuz he's big and he has money," Vanellope huffed. "Without daddy's money, he's nothing."
"Yea, well, thanks," Hiro sighed. "I should get going to my next class." The hallway had cleared already, a few stragglers rushing away before they get marked tardy. He tried not to groan out loud when Vanellope followed him.
"What's your next class?"
"Calculus with Burns," Hiro said impatiently.
"Wow, you're in calc? And you're a freshie?" Vanellope looked at him in amazement. "You really are a genius."
"Yea, I am, thanks for the compliment," Hiro muttered. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
"Bye," she said quietly as he walked away.
You don't have to be so snappy, you know, Peniel chastised him as he walked into the room. After getting his waiver signed, he chose a seat in the far back, next to the window. People stared at him as he walked back, several still snickering "dog." Sighing for the hundredth time that day, Hiro slumped down and put his head in his arms.
"I know," he muttered low enough that even the person sitting next to him couldn't hear. "It's been a long day." After the brief call with Tadashi between his break and his class, Hiro missed home even more.
You've only been to three classes, maybe things will get better, Peniel said encouragingly.
"That's the first time you've ever said something nice," Hiro chuckled.
You're rubbing off on me, Peniel replied sourly. She's just trying to be nice.
"I know," Hiro murmured. "I'll apologize after school, alright?"
Peniel said nothing as his teacher began his class.
"Tadashi, it's 2:30."
"Alright, thanks Wasabi."
"No problem, man," Wasabi looked up from the group project the two of them were working on. Well, it was more what he was working on. Tadashi's newly injured arm made him close to useless. He sheepishly read of instructions as Wasabi weld together pieces of metals together. "After you pick up Hiro, rest up that arm, okay?"
"Got it," Tadashi said hurriedly, carefully slipping his arm through his blazer. Tell Gogo and Fred I left, 'kay?" His speedy friend was testing her bike again, this time finally letting Fred join her. Tadashi was pretty sure she only said yes because she was hoping something would happen and make him stop bugging her.
"Got it," Wasabi's muffled voice replied from behind his welder's mask. "Tell Hiro we said hi."
"Yup," Tadashi picked up his bag and pocketed his keys. "Bye, Honey!" he called out as he walked towards the lab doors.
"Bye, Tadashi!" Honey Lemon squealed back. She was still sorting out the chaos that had ensued after Tadashi dropped the chemicals earlier that day. A rather nasty looking green stain was left on the floor (thank god Tadashi was only burned with no green chemicals left on his skin). She was still looking for pieces of technology that might have come in contact with the chemical. They needed to get them quarantined immediately.
"Sorry, again," Tadashi grimaced. "I'll be more careful next time."
"No, next time," Honey replied sourly, "you're getting nowhere near my chemicals."
"Yes ma'am," Tadashi laughed, waving goodbye as he left the lab.
Just as he got to the truck, his phone rang. Quickly dumping his bags on the seat, he fished out his phone with his left hand (at least he hadn't burned his dominant hand) and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey, Tadashi," Hiro spoke back. "We got out a little early cuz my last class had a sub."
"I'm on my way now, buddy," Tadashi replied cheerfully. "How was your first day?"
Silence. Tadashi could almost hear the shrug that Hiro probably did. Tadashi sighed and said, "Right… well, tell me more when I pick you up, okay?"
"Sure," Hiro whispered. "See you later, nii-chan."
"Bye," Tadashi said with forced cheeriness. As soon as Hiro hung up, his smile dropped. Hiro only called him nii-chan when something really bad happened. When he needed to revert back to a child and not some prodigy. Sighing, he awkwardly started the truck with his left hand. He didn't want to keep his brother waiting anymore than he already had.
As soon as Tadashi hung up, Hiro sighed and walked out of his hiding spot behind a tree in the front of his school. The yard was bustling with students that either got out early or just ditching class. Shouldering his backpack, he carefully walked to the curb, careful to keep his head down so no one would notice him. Aside from a few "puppy" remarks, Hiro managed to make it without drawing too much attention to himself.
"Hey, nerd," a familiar voice spoke from behind him, then plopped down by his side.
"Ugh, it's you," Hiro groaned, not even bothering to act nice. "What do you want."
"Sorry about your first day," Vanellope said sympathetically. "It'll get better after people get tired of the new kid."
"Yeah, well-"
"Hey, freak."
Sighing in annoyance, Hiro turned, expecting to see another group of people coming to pick on him. It was a posse of students from his class, part of the popular kids side. The blonde girl in pink was obviously the ringleader. The rest of her entourage looked as nasty as she did. To his surprised, the group of girls that showed up behind him and Vanellope didn't even acknowledge his existence. They were all staring intently at Vanellope.
"Saw you drag the puppy into class today. Did you think you could find a friend or something?" the blonde girl asked snobbishly. He backup laughed as if she had said the funniest thing in the world.
Vanellope, to Hiro's greatest surprise, ignored them and stood, grabbing Hiro's arm and muttering, "Let's go."
Even as they hurried away, Hiro could still hear them mocking Vanellope. And although he had only known her for a day, hearing them tease her made his blood boil. "Why do you let them say that stuff to you?" he asked angrily.
She didn't say anything. When she finally spoke, she quietly whispered, "Confession time. I was hoping that if they saw me with someone they'd stop picking on me. Sorry for using you, kid. You don't have to talk with me anymore."
"Well, I want to talk with you," Hiro said stubbornly, crossing his arms. "I mean, we're friends, aren't we?"
Hiro didn't know what was more shocking, what he had just said or the expression on Vanellope's face. "I-I guess," she stuttered. "Are you sure though? I mean, they'll pick on you too if they keep seeing you with me."
"It's fine, I can take care of myself," Hiro reassured her. "Now, what's up with blondie and her posse?"
"Taffyta," Vanellope said sourly. "She thinks that just cuz she's captain of the cheerleading team and her family is all country clubs and brunches, she can treat everyone else around her like dirt. Crumbelina and Rancis used to be okay," Vanellope sighed wistfully. "Before they decided they wanted in with the rich life."
"So why do they pick on you?"
"Cuz I'm a foster kid," Vanellope said matter-of-factly. "And cuz I have a slight medical condition. These and a bunch of other stuff that make me different. Taffyta does not like different."
"Well, that's stupid," Hiro wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Just cuz you're weird doesn't mean they should be mean."
Vanellope smirked. "You're one to talk, dork. Watch out or you'll end up at the top of Chuck's list of geeks to smack around."
A horn beeped, catching their attention. Vanellope looked up and noticeably brightened up. "That's Ralph, my foster dad," she said excitedly, grabbing her bag and jumping up. "Gotta go, see ya tomorrow, kid!"
"Bye," Hiro waved halfheartedly at his new friend as she ran over to the small car. It was comical, really, to see such a giant man driving such a tiny car. But the amount of delight Vanellope had as she climbed in and chattered about her day made Hiro a little jealous. Sure, he had Tadashi, but that was different. He was his brother. Not a parent.
Right on cue, Hiro spotted a familiar truck pull up next to him. Said older brother had a goofy grin plastered across his face as he motioned for Hiro to get in. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag, gladly climbing into the vehicle. As he clipped in his seatbelt, he let out a sigh of relief at the familiarity of the truck. It was the most comforting thing he had seen all day.
"Tough day, huh," Tadashi said sympathetically as he tried to find the exit.
"Same to you," Hiro nodded at Tadashi's bandaged arm. "What'd you do, stick your arm in a fire?"
"Let's just say I'm banned from Honey's lab for a bit," Tadashi winced. "So how was your first day?"
"Fine… if you compare it to World War I," Hiro groaned. "I have an official nickname around campus."
"Is it nerd?" Tadashi asked jokingly. "Mr. No-filter? Ohh no I got it… Gummy bear master."
"Haha," Hiro said humorlessly, although he did appreciate Tadashi trying to make him feel better. "Apparently some kid in my class has a dog named Hero."
"Ahh," Tadashi said knowingly. "I'd give you the whole speech of what your name means and all, but I'm pretty sure you know by now."
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Hiro said absentmindedly. Of course, before they had died, their parents had drilled into their heads that Hiro's name meant generosity and Tadashi's meant loyalty and faithfulness. Personally, Hiro thought Tadashi's sounded better, but Tadashi always laughed and said he thought Hiro's name suited him perfectly. "I made a friend though."
Tadashi couldn't hide his surprise. "That's great!" he said happily. "Name?"
"Vanellope," Hiro stared out the window. "She's weird."
"Sounds perfect for you," Tadashi laughed. "Anything else eventful?"
Hiro considered telling him about daddy's boy Chuck, or valley girl Taffyta, but ultimately decided, "They served lasagna for lunch."
"Wow, that's some really exciting news," Tadashi said sarcastically. "We should get that printed and put as headlines for the whole city to hear." He pulled into the garage, turning off the engine. "Wanna order out tonight? Can't really cook with this arm."
"Sure," Hiro replied. "Pizza or Chinese?"
"Pizza," Tadashi said as he opened the door to the house. "With extra pepperoni."
"Of course," Hiro laughed, taking off his shoes before walking into their home. "Drinks?"
" Sprite."
"Got it," Hiro bounced over to their landline, ready to push the day behind him. Besides, he thought darkly as he picked up the phone, there's more to look forward to tomorrow.
Overall, I'd say today was great.
"What do you know, you were asleep for more than half of it," Hiro mumbled as Peniel floated around him. Peniel had decided, halfway through his third class, that school was boring and took a nap. All the way till the end of the day, when Tadashi picked him up.
I mean, sure they called you a dog-Hiro winced-and you almost got shoved into a locker, but hey, you made a friend! That's gotta count for something.
"Sure," he snorted. "Cuz having another weirdo as a friend will make it all better." Thankfully, the assignments he got from his teachers were easy and he finished in under an hour. Climbing into bed, he passed out before Tadashi even walked into the room.
Peniel studied him carefully, then sighed. No practice today, she said. You should actually get some sleep. With a snap of her fingers, his bed appeared in the empty space they occupied.
Hiro gaped. "Wow, I'm really rubbing off on you." Hiro mumbled. "What's up, why are you being so nice today?"
Peniel shrugged. I don't know… I just have this uneasy feeling, like something's gonna happen, you know?
"Not really," Hiro confessed, climbing into the bed and snuggling in comfortably.
Whatever, nerd. Just go to sleep.
"Goodnight," Hiro mumbled sleepily. A few minutes after she disappeared, he groggily slurred, "… thanks…"
The dark figure whistled, walking down the street with his hands in his pocket. His first kill was a success. A quick little snack before going for the big game.
Just as he began contemplating where to eat next, as though destined by fate, a grumbling woman with her jacket wrapped up tightly around her body briskly walked past him. Smiling, he casually turned and followed her down the street.
Bon appétit.
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