Brothers
33
Ages
Hiro: 5
Tadashi: 20
So this is request from Creativity Major about how it's Father's day and it was just so cute of an idea and I HAD to use it (with my own little twist). Also, most of my chapters will have a baby Hiro and older Tadashi because Uponagraydawn's baby Hiro drawings on Tumblr (Which y'all should totally check out because they are beyond AH-DORABLE!), inspired me soooooo much.
I will still do SOME with Hiro being a little older because c'mon, who doesn't love an overly cocky and smartass Hiro? XD
Hiro's POV
"My dad's a vet! He gets to look at cute little puppies and kittens all day!" I heard a girl say.
I looked down at the paper at my desk. It was just a dumb little thing explaining how Father's day would work. There was going to be a little party and everyone would get their dad's to explain a little bit about their job.
"Psh whatever, my dad's a firefighter. He saves people!" A boy piped up with a cocky smile.
"Oh yeah? My dad's an astronaut!" Another boy said smugly.
"My works at the chocolate factory." A girl brags with her hand on her hips.
"OOOOOOOOHHHH." The class breathes in amazement.
"What about you Hiro?" Vanessa asked me. I gulped and tugged at the collar of my shirt.
"Well m-my aunt works at the Lucky Cat Café. I get free donuts for breakfast." I say unsurely.
"That's cool, but what's your dad too?" Mike asked.
"Umm, I don't have one." I say awkwardly, making myself busy with the macaroni craft we were supposed to be doing.
The class was quiet for a minute or two, but soon got talking again on what their dads did while I stayed silent.
Soon enough, the bell rang and everyone ran to their cubbies to store their project.
"Alright class, don't forget that Father's day is in two more days. Tomorrow is the last craft you will make to add to the gift basket you will all give your father's when the day comes!" Ms. Morgan reminded.
I stared at my macaroni sculpture of Baymax. Tadashi made me a plushie Baymax for my birthday last month, so I wanted to make one for him out of macaroni. I didn't want to brag, but I did a pretty good job. I hoped Tadashi would like it, but another part of me hurt. The part that said that this macaroni sculpture should go to dad, not Tadashi.
I tried to shake away the thought and waddle to my cubby when almost everyone else is gone. I open it and look at the two other things we made this past week.
On Monday, we were to write 'dad' out and then glue chocolate's on it. It was neat because the chocolates would spell the names. Mine was the only abnormal one though. Everyone else's said 'dad, daddy, or father'. Mine's said Dashi.
On Tuesday, we made cards for them. Again, everyone else wrote dad on theirs except me. I wrote Dashi's name again.
I added my macaroni sculpture to the collection with a sigh and closed it. I didn't really know what I was going to do when Father's day actually rolled around. I didn't want to give Tadashi my gifts on that day because that would imply that I celebrated Father's day when I so clearly don't.
I just slung my backpack on and headed out the door, but was stopped by Ms. Morgan.
"Hiro. You've forgotten your Father's day flyer on your desk. You don't want to forget to give that to your dad do you?" She reminded.
"Oh! Uh, yeah, you're right. Let me get that real quick." I say, grabbing the stupid flyer and shoving it in my pocket.
Ms. Morgan giggled. "Don't forget to get it to him now." She reminded with a wave.
"I won't, thanks." I say with a wave in response.
I head down the hall with a frown.
Stupid school. Stupid kids talking about their stupid dads. Stupid father's day. Stupid collages. Stupid macaroni art. Stupid cards. It's such a pointless holiday. People should appreciate their fathers every day. Not just on that one day.
I fully planned on trashing the flyer, but forgot to. Then Ms. Morgan reminded me and I couldn't throw it away in front of her. I'd just have to get rid of it when I got home.
I trudge outside until I see Tadashi. Seeing him made my sour mood disappear and I immediately smiled and ran to him.
"Dashi!" I cried, running into his arms. He opened them up as I did so and he swung me around.
"Hey bud! How's my favorite little bonehead?" He asked, ruffling my hair.
"Ugh, Dashi! Hair!" I cried, swatting his hands away. He just laughed and started walking, carrying me.
"So how was school?" He asks. The smile vanished from my face and the bitter frown replaced it. I leaned my head on Tadashi shoulder and huffed.
"Rough day?" Tadashi asked knowingly.
"It was alright." I say noncommittally.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked me.
"Not really. Just want something to eat." I say honestly.
"Like lasagna?" He asks with a smile in his voice.
"Aunt Cass made some?!" I ask in happiness.
"Yup. And I actually saved you some." He says.
"You're the best Dashi." I tell him.
"You're not so horrible yourself." He says as we enter the café.
I quickly rush to the kitchen, say hey to Aunt Cass and dive into the food. When I'm done, I jump up the stairs two at a time and shrug my backpack off. Feeing a crinkle from my pocket as I do so, I remember the flyer. I toss it in my trashcan quickly before anyone sees and collapse on my bed.
My head shoots up when I hear the door creak open.
"So what's up? You looked pretty depressed when I mentioned school earlier." Tadashi said.
"It's nothing. I'll forget about it by tomorrow." I assure him.
"Well, if you're sure." He says.
"I am." I tell him.
"Wanna play some super smash Bros. then?" He asks.
"Sure. Beating you always puts me in a good mood." I say, lightening up.
"Bring it on you limp noodle." He snorts, firing up the Wii.
*Page Break*
Tadashi's POV
When I get back home from dropping Hiro off at school the next day, I hang around our room for a while before I decide to tidy it up a bit. Hiro's a complete slob and I know he won't clean it by himself, so I help him out.
As I go to throw away an empty gummy bear package, I notice a bright yellow paper in Hiro's trashcan. It's impossible to miss because of its flashy color, so I fish it out and un-crumple it.
'Father's day party? So that's what made him upset the other day. Hmm.' I think to myself.
*Page Break*
Hiro's POV
The last dumb craft to make was a duct tape tie. I chose blue and green tape because those are Tadashi's favorite colors. I wasn't really into making this stupid craft and half-heartedly finished it. The only thing we did that I liked was the macaroni sculpture. I actually wanted to give Tadashi that one.
At the end of the day, I trudged to my cubby and practically shoved the stupid tie in with the rest of the things I made.
I waddled outside like I always do and ran to Tadashi. He always made me smile when I was upset.
"Dashi!" I say happily, running to him.
"How was school?" He asks with a smile.
I frown and sigh.
"It'll get better on Monday." I tell him. That was when I planned on giving him the Baymax sculpture. I decided not to give it to him on Father's day.
"Is there anything going on tomorrow at your school?" He asked innocently. A little too innocently.
"N-no. Just a normal Friday." I tell him, not meeting his gaze.
He squeezed my hand lightly.
"Alright." he said tiredly.
*Page Break*
"Aunt Cass? Why are you dressed up?" I ask.
"I'm going to school with you!" She exclaims, pinching my cheek. I jump back and widen my eyes.
"What?! Why?" I ask in bewilderment.
"I may not be your father, but I do things your father would!" She says cheerily, grabbing my hand.
I appreciate what she's trying to do, but this is just going to be awkward. I can't bring my aunt to the Father's day party. That'd be beyond embarrassing. But I couldn't just disappoint Aunt Cass like that.
"Ready?" She asks with a bright smile. I give her a light and forced one in response.
"Sure." I say as we head outside.
"So, how'd you find out about this anyways? I didn't tell you." I point out.
"I figured it out one way or another." She said with a wink.
"Dashi told you, didn't he?" I grumble.
Her silence is more than enough for an answer.
'How did he find out though?' I think.
When we get to school, we instantly get weird looks and I want to hide.
"Hiro, is this your dad?" Daniel asks with a laugh.
I run outside of the classroom and hide my face in my hands. I feel Aunt Cass come outside and sit down next to me.
"Honey, don't listen to him. You can have fun if you try." She tells me. I look up at her.
"Okay. I'll try." I whisper.
"Good. Now come on. You and I are going to have the time of our lives." She says with determination, pulling me up and taking me back inside. People stare at us, but I try my best to ignore them.
Ms. Morgan quiets everyone down and smiles.
"Well now that everyone and their fathers are here, we can begin." She says, giving a strange look to Aunt Cass. This is so embarrassing.
"Before we have the dads explain what they do, we're going to play a few games. The first game will be held outside, so everyone head to the back of the school please." She announces as everyone scrambles to get outside.
Aunt Cass and I lag behind. When everyone finally gets outside, Ms. Morgan talks again.
"Okay, first game is an egg race. Everyone grab a spoon with an egg on it from the basket here." She says.
"Go on honey. Get one for us." Aunt Cass tells me. I waddle over to the basket and grab one. I force a smile, trying to have fun for Aunt Cass's sake.
"Okay now, run to your dads and hand them the egg. Then they have to run back and put the egg back in the basket without breaking it." Ms. Morgan explains. I really wished she'd quit saying the word 'dad'.
"On your marks, get set, GO!" She calls, and we're off. I'm not too fast, but I'm not the slowest either, so I'm the fourth person there and Aunt Cass starts her way back. She can't move too fast in her heels though and she's going slower than Mochi.
"C'mon Aunt Cass, faster!" I cheer. Fortunately, she picks up her pace, but unfortunately, she drops the egg and it cracks. I frown, but try not to let her see.
"The winner is Charlie and his father!" Ms. Morgan announces.
"Next up, we have soccer." Ms. Morgan says.
That proved to be a major flop too. Aunt Cass's heels were not proper outdoor activity approved and so we struck out there too.
"Now it's football, right?" Daniel asks excitedly.
"Erm, maybe we should skip football." Ms. Morgan says, giving a not so subtle look at Aunt Cass.
"Aww, why not?" Sarah asks.
"Yeah I really wanted to!" Chaz exclaims
I feel horrible that Ms. Morgan's cancelling it because of me. I feel my lip tremble and I run into the building wordlessly.
"Hiro! Come back!" I hear Aunt Cass yell weakly, following me. For the first time today, I'm glad she's wearing heels.
I stop running when I reach the front of the school. I plop myself down on the bench, hoping that when Aunt Cass gets back, she'll take pity on me and take us home. I hate Father's day so much.
"Hiro?" I hear Aunt Cass say softly.
I'm curious as to how she got here so fast and I see that her shoes are gone and her socks are covered in grass stains.
"I'm sorry Aunt Cass." I say, looking down.
"You're sorry? Oh! I was going to apologize. Hiro I'm so sorry this didn't work out." She says sadly.
"It's fine. I didn't really want to celebrate anyways." I tell her.
"I wish I could make it all better. Tadashi actually wanted to come, but college…" She trailed off. I give her a weak smile.
"It's fine Aunt Cass. I get it." I reassure her.
"I'll go bring the car up front. You sit tight, okay?" She asks me.
I nod and she takes her leave.
A few seconds later, I hear the door open.
"Bonehead?! What are you doing out of class?!" I hear it exclaim. I jump up at the voice and turn my head quick enough to get whiplash.
"Dashi?!" I ask in confusion.
"What are you doing here? Let's get to that party!" He exclaims, picking me up.
"B-but Aunt Cass, and college and wh-wha?!" I sputter. He chuckles at me.
"Careful now Hiro, don't want you hurting yourself." He snorts.
"I thought you were at school." I say.
"I was, but then I realized that mu baby bro needed me. Now let's go. I already talked to Aunt Cass. She was outside when I got here." Tadashi explains, running to my classroom.
"Wait!" I cry.
"What is it?" he asks.
"I-I don't want to go to the dumb party." I sniffle, burying my head in his chest.
"Oh Hiro. Don't worry. I'm sure we'll have a great time." He says soothingly.
"No we won't!" I whisper shout in a baby voice. I just know it won't.
"What if I promise you'll have fun?" he asks with a dopey smile.
I look at him uncertainly.
He extends his pinky to me and I accept it.
"Okay." I say softly.
We walk in and they're just about to explain their jobs.
I bite my lip.
'Dashi doesn't work. He's in school! But he promised it'd be okay. I can trust him.' I think, taking a deep breath.
Ms. Morgan's going down the line of alphabetical order and when she finally gets to my name, I'm freaking out. Tadashi gives me a calming look and grabs my hand. "Breathe." He whispers. I obey and we head to the front of the classroom. I can see them all staring at Tadashi in question.
"Th-this is my brother. His name is Tadashi, but he's Dashi to me. H-h-he…" I trail off, unable to finish, unsure of how.
He squeezes my arm in reassurance and pats my shoulder soothingly.
"Like Hiro said, I'm his older brother, Tadashi. I may not have a job yet, but I go to med school and I'm learning to become a doctor. Soon, I'll help kids all over the place. I try to help Hiro all the time already and god knows he needs all the help he can get." He says teasingly, getting the entire class to laugh. I smile gratefully and Tadashi winks at me.
"Thank you Mr. Hamada." Ms. Morgan says.
When we're done, Ms. Morgan announces that we can give our dads our gifts now. I fidget around nervously.
"Hey, it's okay if you didn't make anything." Tadashi assures me.
I give him a light smile.
"Uh, wait here." I say, running to my cubby. I pull out the gifts I used to think were lame and hand them to Tadashi, saving the macaroni sculpture for last.
"Wow! You made all these for me?!" He asks, genuinely surprised.
"Who else would I make them for?" I ask him in an obvious tone.
"Wow. Hiro, thank you!" He says, hugging me.
"All right. You're welcome, now stop being mushy." I tell him, moving away.
"I did save best for last." I say nervously, handing him the Baymax sculpture. He took it gently from my tiny hands and observed it as if it were extremely important. I bit my lip in nervousness. I really hoped he'd like it.
"You made this? For me?" He asked with a dopey grin plastered on his face. I smile back.
"Of course." I reply.
"You're the best brother ever, you know that, right?" He asks, ruffling my hair. I glare at him when he did.
Fixing my hair, I shoot him a tooth gapped grin.
"Thanks Dashi, but you're the bestEST brother in the world. And today, you were TaDADshi!" I exclaim with a giggle. He laughed too and pulled me in for a noogie to my dismay.
"Seriously though, thanks Dashi. What you did…it was incredible. You really are the best." I sat softly, kicking my foot around.
"Anytime." He says, picking me up and taking me home.
I don't really hate Father's day too much anymore.
*page Break*
Sorry I didn't update in so long!
-Girl you wouldn't expect