Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews! I'm so glad people are enjoying these :)

On a side note about "Mimic," I was inspired to write it when I saw an interview online for Hiro and Tadashi's voice actors, and during the bloopers part, you can see them copying each other before the interview starts. It was so funny, and it seemed like something Hiro and Tadashi would do :) And "The Beach" takes place when Hiro and Tadashi are kids- about age 4 and 9 respectively.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, too!

Mimic

Tadashi looked at Hiro out of the corner of his eye, quickly catching onto his younger brother's shenanigans. Tadashi crossed his legs, then rested his hands on his knee, and sure enough, Hiro did as well. He then leaned against the armrest and uncrossed his legs, and Hiro followed suite, somehow completely deadpanned.

"Knock it off, bonehead," Tadashi said, lightly shoving Hiro's shoulder.

"What?" he asked innocently. It was pretty convincing...if you weren't an older brother who'd known him his whole life. Tadashi simply shook his head with a knowing smile, then looked back at the T.V. But Hiro immediately continued to copy him.

"Hiro."

"Shhh. I'm watching T.V."

Hiro reached up to brush his hair from his face, and Tadashi, taking the opportunity, reached up at his own head with the same movement. Hiro noticed right away, his hand freezing for a moment, and a smile tugged at his lips. He rested his hand back in his lap, as did Tadashi. They both glanced at one another out of the corners of their eyes, and no longer able to handle the serious expressions each had, burst into laughter.

Pigeons

Baymax looked down curiously at the gathering birds from his place on the bench. He reached into the bag of birdseed, gently throwing a handful down for them. They pecked at the ground, hopping and fluttering their wings, and were quick to look back up at him expectantly. He scooped up another handful for them, but hesitated and smiled when a pigeon fluttered up onto his head with a light chattering sound, another two finding a place on the bench beside him and on his arm.

Baymax rather enjoyed the feathered babies, too.

Value

Tadashi, Gogo, Wasabi, Honey, and Fred sat in the park for lunch, a short walk from the University. Fred was telling a rather exaggerated story about the game he had mascotted for the other night, to which Honey would kindly point out the illogical pieces every now and then. But for the most part, they all simply listened, actually enjoying the rather humorous story as only Fred could tell it.

Tadashi raised his tea to his mouth, about to drink, but froze, eyes falling on the nearby pond. He quickly knelt down by it, plucking a leaf from the ground as the others watched, taken aback by the panicked look on his usually calm face. He dipped it into the water, then pulled it back out carefully and looked at it with worried eyes. After a moment, his shoulders visibly sagged with relief. "You're okay," he sighed.

"What is it?" Honey asked, all of them leaning in to see.

Tadashi started to answer, but Gogo beat him to it, saying incredulously, "A bug?"

Sure enough, a little maple bug was sitting on the leaf, antennas wavering curiously at the college students.

"Yes, a bug," Tadashi assured. He set the leaf down beside the little flower bed, watching with a smile as the maple bug made his way off it and disappeared into the plants. "They have a life, too."

The Beach

"Look out, look out, look out!" Tadashi shouted, pulling Hiro after him. The two boys bolted away from the shore, the large wave stretching across the sand and lapping at their feet. They looked at one another, laughing breathlessly at their narrow escape. But as soon as the water began to recede again, they ran back to the edge of the shore, planting their feet firmly in the sand until the next wave rose towards them.

Meditation

Hiro leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes.

"Meditation can help to relieve stress," Baymax offered.

Hiro shook his head. "I don't have time, buddy. I gotta get this done by tomorrow."

Baymax tilted his head. "Your health is more important than your project," he insisted.

"I'm fine, really." Hiro scowled down at the table. "Where'd I put my pencil?" He lifted his paper up and shifted the various books and tools aside. Baymax leaned forward, wordlessly pointing at the utensil in Hiro's hand, and Hiro blinked, realizing he had already been holding the pencil the entire time. He sighed. "Alright, alright. I'll meditate for a few."

He pulled his legs up and crossed them, then closed his eyes. Thoughts rushed through his mind, and when his continual effort to push them down didn't work, he decided to try focusing on his breathing. For a short time, he fell into the calm rhythm: Breath in...breath out. Breath in...breath out. Breath in...Maybe he could try using a different material for the- Breathing! We're focusing on breathing now, he reminded himself. Project later. Breath in, breath out...Breath in, breath out...

Hiro's cheeks puffed out with a defeated sigh. "How can anybody not think of anything?" he questioned incredulously.

There was a short pause, and Hiro guessed Baymax was scanning him. "It is working," Baymax said.

Hiro humphed, but closed his eyes to try again and fell back into the rhythm of his breathing.

…

When Baymax returned with tea for Hiro, deciding it was better for him than the coffee he was drinking, Hiro's head had lulled forward, and he was softly snoring. Baymax blinked at the scene before him, then set the tea down and stepped forward, picking Hiro up by cradling his head and knees like a baby and resting him on his bed to better ease his spine. He then put the blanket over him and stepped back, satisfied and glad that the tired Hamada was finally getting rest.