Hiro would have loved to sleep in. He had no qualms about opening up the café an hour or two later than normal, considering the "early crowd" on Sundays consisted of a single person, who would return later in the day for afternoon coffee. He didn't even need the money. There was no conceivable reason he would drag himself out of bed at eight in the blinking morning. Except...

"Hiro! You have to get up! Honey Lemon said she'd be here soon, and you aren't even out of bed!"

Some things never change. Hiro was glad that at least Tadashi couldn't pick him up anymore; otherwise he'd probably be dangling by his ankles at this point.

"Mhmm, that's good to know." Burying his face deeper into his pillow in an attempt to block out both light and noise and try to get back to sleep, Hiro mentally calculated the absolute latest he could stay in bed and still have time to get ready before she arrived. This pillow trick really worked, he couldn't even hear Tadashi anymore.

Wait.

"Augh!" Hiro spluttered, shooting upright.

There was water everywhere. He was completely drenched, at least the parts of him not covered by the blanket. Pushing the soaking wet (and freezing) covers to the foot of the bed, Hiro glared at Tadashi, who had one of the most innocently evil smiles on his face and the handle to a now empty bucket in his hands.

"It's time to get out of bed." Tadashi said in a singsong voice, looking far too pleased with himself. Thinking fast, Hiro looked down at his drenched sleep shirt and then at Tadashi, opening his arms wide and advancing.

"Of course. But first, give your big brother a good-morning hug."

Tadashi had not thought this through. Abandoning the bucket, he turned to make a speedy getaway, but collided with Baymax.

"I heard a sound of: distress. I will now scan for injuries."

"Baymax, move-ah!" Tadashi found that his feet were no longer on the ground and could feel icy cold water soaking through the back of his shirt.

"Scan complete. There are no signs of injury, but your body temperatures are low." Yes, thank you, Baymax.

"My own little teddy bear of warmth." Meanwhile, Hiro was quite happy with his plan of attack; Tadashi was warmer than Baymax, though not as squishy.

"Let go! You're freezing!" Tadashi tried to unwrap Hiro's arms from his front, but to no avail. Being child-sized definitely had its downfalls. Hiro just laughed at him.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours, bonehead! For not getting up when you were supposed to!"

Hiro finally relented, placing a now partially soaked Tadashi back on the floor. Baymax returned to his charging station, having ascertained that there were no injuries to attend to.

"Oh, don't pout. You wore that yesterday." Hiro turned and started rummaging through his dresser for a decent shirt.

"It's not like I have anything else to wear, genius." Tadashi glared up at him, shivering slightly to regain lost warmth.

Hiro paused and dropped his forehead to the top of the dresser. He knew he had forgotten something. It wasn't as if the last few days hadn't been eventful, but this was kind of important. He was the absolute worst brother ever. But he would fix it.

Rummaging through the various drawers on his dresser with a renewed vigor, he searched for anything that was remotely close to Tadashi's new size, or at least something that wouldn't slide off him the minute he put it on. Finding the smallest shirt he owned that he had shrunk in the wash (doing your own laundry is difficult), Hiro offered it to a nearly dry Tadashi, who grudgingly swapped it with the one he was currently wearing. The result was downright comical.

"Where's a camera when you need one?" Hiro laughed as Tadashi tried, and failed, to get the shirt to sit properly on him.

By pulling on the neckline, he got it to stay on his shoulders, but otherwise it completely swamped him; the sleeves went down past his elbows, and the hem nearly reached his knees. He reached for the shirt he had been wearing, having set it down when he changed, but Hiro was faster.

"Nope." Hiro lifted it above his head, far out of Tadashi's limited reach. "I can't have you wearing wet clothes, you could get sick."

Hiro's grin belied his supposedly good intentions. Just as Tadashi jumped for the shirt, the Hamada brothers heard the doorbell. Honey Lemon had said she was coming over. Honey Lemon was downstairs and Hiro was still in his soaked nightclothes.

"Go get the door!" Hiro turned and grabbed the first shirt he saw in the drawer, struggling into it.

Tadashi started down the stairs, hoping his brother wouldn't notice he had put his shirt on backwards in his rush to dress before he headed down to meet them. Tadashi reached up and opened the door to see Honey Lemon looking through her purse, most likely for her cell phone.

"Oh, good. I was just about to call—awww! You look adorable!"

Tadashi was momentarily confused until he looked down and remembered he was still wearing the too-big shirt. Looking back to Honey Lemon, a bright flash of light filled his vision and he heard the artificial sound of a camera shutter clicking from her cell phone.

"Ah! I'm blind! I've been blinded!" Furiously scrubbing at his eyes, even though he knew it wouldn't actually help, Tadashi waited for the bright purple spots to fade from his vision. Honey Lemon giggled at his theatrics as they headed up the stairs to the living area, just as Hiro came down the stairs from the brothers' shared room.

"Why is Tadashi screaming about being blind?"

"Oh, I didn't turn the flash off on my phone's camera, and he looked right up into it as I took a picture." Honey Lemon paused, "Is there a reason your shirt's on backwards?"

Tadashi laughed into his hand as Hiro checked the inside collar of his shirt, and sure enough, it was on backwards. Hiro turned and went back up the stairs, leaving a "thanks, Tadashi" in his wake.

"So you noticed too? I'm guessing it was before you let me in."

"I had to answer the door." Tadashi's grin perfectly matched the one Hiro constantly showed whenever a prank went correctly. Honey Lemon had to physically restrain herself from reaching for her cell phone to take another picture. "Besides, it's his fault I have to wear this ridiculous shirt."

Honey Lemon listened intently as Tadashi detailed the earlier events of the morning, laughing at the brothers' antics. When Tadashi got to the part about not having another shirt to change into, Honey Lemon got a thoughtful look on her face. Hiro came back downstairs, properly attired this time, just as Honey Lemon came to a conclusion.

"Hiro, while I'm watching Tadashi today, can I take him shopping? I need to buy a new camera anyway, and he just said he needs some new clothes."

Tadashi looked up in alarm. Shopping was okay; shopping was useful; shopping was necessary. Clothes shopping with Honey Lemon meant being barricaded in a dressing room until he changed into whatever she had thrown over the door, coming out, and having his picture taken. Repeatedly. Tadashi looked to his brother, who merely grinned, tossing his wallet to her.

"Sure, why not? Be sure to take lots of pictures for me."

Traitor.

Honey Lemon caught the wallet, but immediately offered it back. "You know I can cover it, I don't need this."

"He's my brother, take it anyway. I can't force you, but..." Hiro shrugged, gesturing at it.

Tadashi reached out and took the wallet, slipping it into his own pocket, ending the debate.

"Thanks, Otouto."

"But- I- That's- ugh, whatever. Just don't lose it."

After donning his winter jacket, Tadashi joined Honey Lemon in her rental car and they were off to the local mall. Their first stop was BestBuy, where Honey Lemon picked out a brand new camera while Tadashi roamed the store. Nothing really caught his interest, but he was delaying the inevitable with something he at least enjoyed. He wasn't paying enough attention to his surroundings to stop in time when a person stepped out in front of him from a side aisle.

"Oof," Backing off and looking up, Tadashi stammered a quick apology to uninterested golden eyes, just as Honey Lemon spotted them and walked over. "S-sorry."

"Just watch where you're going next time, kid." Exasperation colored his tone and he turned to continue on his way as Honey Lemon reached them.

"I'm so sorry about that," Honey Lemon took a closer look before laughing, "I don't believe it. I remember you. I ran into you at the airport, how've you been?"

The guy looked confused and almost scared for a moment, eyebrows drawing together before he relaxed and laughed as well, pushing some red strands of hair back off of his face.

"Oh, yeah. You're that British girl who nearly knocked me over from behind. How anyone has that much energy after getting off a flight is beyond me." An easy grin settled on his face, though Tadashi thought he detected something false, or at least strained in it.

"Sorry about that. Again." Honey Lemon smiled apologetically. "I'm Honey Lemon, and this little guy is Tadashi. And I'm not actually British, I've just been away for a while."

"Hm, could have had me fooled. I'm Kyouji, uh- Kyouji Shakuzai."

"That's an unfortunate name," she remarked jokingly. Surely it wasn't that translation, but the idea was amusing and she was a sucker for wordplay.

Kyouji merely grinned again, that same, strange smile. "This is coming from someone named 'Honey Lemon'?"

She didn't bother to correct him concerning her original name, instead turning to Tadashi, who had started to pull on her sleeve.

"Can we go now?" Earlier he would have delayed for as long as possible before moving on to the clothing, but something about Kyouji just seemed... off.

"Oh, right. We've got a busy day ahead of us." Turning back to Kyouji, Honey Lemon smiled, "It was nice seeing you again. Maybe we'll run into you again sometime."

Kyouji laughed dryly at her choice of words. "Please don't. I dunno how much more of that I can take from the two of you."

The three parted ways, and Tadashi and Honey Lemon went to the checkout area where Honey Lemon paid for and then assembled her new camera, looping the strap around her neck.

"All right, I'm all set. Now, where should we go first?" Honey Lemon glanced around, a spark in her eyes.

Tadashi knew from experience that she wasn't actually asking his opinion, and resigned himself to whatever she would pick out for him.

"I thought there used to be an Earthbound here." Tadashi looked puzzled, glancing at the nearby shops to try and reorient himself.

"There was. It went out of business a couple of years ago, so there's a GAP here now." Honey Lemon was already rifling through a rack, picking out a shirt or two and holding it out against Tadashi to figure out his size. It didn't take her long to determine it, and then she started stacking shirts on her arm.

"But I liked Earthbound. They had really cool stuff and you could play with the hermit crabs."

"You and Fred just liked to play with the katanas at the back of the store."

"That too."

Tadashi balked at the sheer number of shirts and pants that Honey Lemon already had on her arm. Apparently deciding it was enough for now, or at least as much as she could carry, Honey Lemon herded Tadashi to a dressing room, setting the pile inside and graciously telling Tadashi to pick out only the ones he liked to show her. After the door closed, Tadashi began to sift through the towering pile.

"Nope. Nope. Maybe. Never happening. This one's good." He continued like this until he had hung up all of the rejects and had a much smaller pile of shirts and jeans. After trying on the shirts, discarding a few because of their feel, he had narrowed it down to seven sets of clothing to try on. Just as he pulled the first outfit on, Honey Lemon knocked on the door.

"The pile didn't fall on you, did it?" she called, concerned because Tadashi had been quiet after his initial assessments.

"No. Just a second, I'm almost ready." Getting his arm the rest of the way through his sleeve, Tadashi reached for the door handle and stepped out. He had picked out a fairly conservative long sleeve shirt and pair of jeans that he felt comfortable in, though he would have preferred the shirt in green or yellow rather than blue.

"Oh, you look so cute. Okay, hold still and smile." Thank goodness she remembered to turn off the flash in the well-lit room this time.

This process continued for each of the outfits he chose for himself, and Tadashi's cheeks started to hurt from the constant wide smiles Honey Lemon insisted on for the pictures. For the last set, he was already back in his original jeans, having decided that trying on essentially the same pair of pants over and over was tiring, so he didn't bother to close the door as he went to change back into the shirt Hiro had given him that morning. Glancing in the mirror, Tadashi caught a glimpse of a worried and protective look come over Honey Lemon's face.

"Tadashi... What happened to your back?"

"What are you talking about?" Tadashi turned so he could see his own back in the mirror, surprised at what he found. "I have no idea. It doesn't feel different."

There, just inside his shoulder blades, were two parallel vertical lines of what looked like charred skin. However, when he reached back to poke at them, he could feel the touch, whereas if it had been burnt, he knew would have been unable to. Shrugging, he pulled on his shirt and then his jacket.

"I promise it doesn't hurt, and I don't remember anything that could have caused it."

Honey Lemon didn't look convinced, but didn't push it, opting instead to gather up the clothes Tadashi had picked out and go with him to the register. She would tell Hiro later, if he didn't already know. On the way to the register, she spotted a bumblebee striped hoodie and added it to the pile, deciding Tadashi would look adorable if she could get him to wear it.

After checking out, Tadashi breathed a sigh of relief that was short-lived as Honey Lemon announced:

"Okay, on to the next store!"

Hiro was wiping down a table after the lunch crowd when he heard his phone go off. Checking his messages, he found a large number of pictures that Honey Lemon had taken throughout the day, from a particular outfit Tadashi had tried on that she had found absolutely perfect, to images from the food court they'd had lunch at.

Smiling to himself as he scrolled through them, Hiro responded to the message at the bottom that had been written by Tadashi, asking for their cell phone carrier's information so he could get his own phone. Hiro decided it would be a good idea for him to have one in case he ever needed to get a hold of him or his friends, though he knew Tadashi would probably completely remake any phone he bought in order to meet his preferences.

Glancing around the shop, Hiro determined that he would have some time before the next customers needed his attention. He settled down in a chair to answer emails from prospective companies interested in his prosthetic tech while waiting for Tadashi and Honey Lemon to come back.

*A.N.: For those of you wondering about Honey Lemon's comment:

Kyouji (凶事) = Misfortune (Verbally could mean: calamity, instruction, securing rights and profits, spoiled child, or teaching, and with Kanji, there could be a variety of other potential meanings.)

Shakuzai (借財)= Debt, liability, loan

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