The next week Tadashi was watching some television when Hiro entered the room carrying a large box. Tadashi flicked off the tv screen, "What ya got there, little brother?"

"I wanted to show you Baymax version 1.5." Hiro smiled proudly while setting the box on a floor near an outlet. After he plugged in the machine Hiro walked over to his brother's bed and smacked him, not super hard, but hard enough. "Ow!" Tadashi yelped, "I know how to activate my own creation, knucklehead." Tadashi batted his brother's hand away, forgetting the study arm he now had, and hit Hiro.

"OW!" Hiro exclaimed and glared at his brother while rubbing the sore spot, "Hey, watch it. I didn't intend for the arm to be a weapon." Tadashi frowned and apologized, "Sorry, Hiro. I'm still not used to this thing." Then Tadashi asked and examined the streamlined design, "It's really heavy duty. What kinds of materials did you use?"
As Hiro listed off some of the materials he used, Baymax inflated in the corner. The marshmallow-like robot came over to Tadashi and blinked, "Hello, I am Baymax. Your personal health-care companion. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?" Tadashi smiled proudly, thinking about how hard he had worked on the endless lines of code and the various testing attempts that nine times out of ten resulted in something going wrong. "Does he still scan?" Hiro nodded affirmatively then Tadashi took a breath, both excited and nervous, "Scan me."

A blue light fazed over Tadashi's body and Baymax blinked again while processing the information, "You're in good health. However, blood pressure levels seem to be rising due to an increased amount of adrenaline." Baymax reported. As the report was being given Tadashi's grin kept growing in size. "I did make a few tweaks. I used those Seabrook Capacitors I had told you about so he charges 25% faster. Then there were some alterations to his primary code." Hiro smiled and rubbed the robot's arm gently, "I;m thinking of leaving him down here with you. In case you need anything."
Tadashi chuckled to himself lightly as the robot held out a lollipop, "You've been a good boy. Have a lollipop." Tadashi took it and unwrapped the sweet treat, and said finally before sticking the lollipop into his mouth, "I am satisfied with my care." As the robot went back to his charging dock Tadashi looked at his brother, "You're the smartest kid I know."

"I know," Hiro shrugged with a smile, "Everyone pitched in for the new materials after the first one was destroyed. I think we-" Hiro was cut off though. "The first one was destroyed?" Tadashi's brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I knew I couldn't trust you with any of my stuff."

Hiro frowned deeply, "That's a lie!" He defended himself, "It was innocent-" but Tadashi interrupted him again,

"How could it be innocent if you destroyed my invention? I spent months creating Baymax and you think it's okay to just demolish him?" Tadashi's blood pressure was sure going to spike now, "You think I don't have a problem with that?" How could Hiro just do that? Destroy everything Tadashi had been working on and talk about his conduct like it didn't matter. It did matter, a lot in fact.

"I didn't intend for it to happen, Dashi. If you'd stop jumping to conclusions I could actually try and explain." But again Hiro was cut off by a louder than necessary scoff from Tadashi, "Yeah, Hiro? You'll explain everything? You've hardly explained anything having to do with the fire. You dodge my questions and then tell the gang to avoid talking about it with me, when I am entitled to know."

Hiro's heart began to race while a red flush rose to his cheeks, "I am doing it for your own good!"

"My own good? Pray, explain." Tadashi's sarcasm made Hiro angrier.

"I didn't want to tell you because you'd get depressed."
"And?"

"And what?" Hiro asked but Tadashi gave him a particular look, "Tell me the real reason."

"It doesn't matter." Hiro turned around, crossing his arms, "It's none of your business."

"Not my business? Not my business?" Tadashi's anger was growing and his tone sharpened, "I'm the one who nearly died in a fire. I'm the one who was stuck in a hospital for a month and a half. I'm the one whose life has been thrown into the trash because I lost my right arm." Tadashi held up the extremity for emphasis.

Oh how Hiro wanted to yell at Tadashi that he was wrong. How wrong it was to assume that Hiro and Aunt Cass were the same as they always were. Did he know what it felt like to watch your best friend and brother run into the fire willingly? Watching someone leave all those he loved behind to be a hero? No. Tadashi didn't and wouldn't understand. "You think your life is the only one that changed? You're so selfish!" Hiro yelled and ran upstairs, fuming with anger. If Tadashi was smart he could tell that it was obviously never going to be the same. Hiro was not the same. His life would never be the same.

Tadashi was irritated by Hiro's lack of maturity and compassion. Why couldn't he just grow up and let it all go? At least try and remember that Tadashi was alive and there for Hiro to enjoy again. Though change was inevitable. Why did Hiro think it'd be the same? Hiro wasn't seeing that Tadashi was trying very hard to come to terms with everything that happened. Tadashi was selfish? Tadashi scoffed at that, "It's really you who are so selfish," He said out loud to the empty room around him.

The Lucky Cat Café had closed early that day. As it was the weekend of a special holiday Aunt Cass had shortened the hours, but the business hadn't at all slowed from the usual pace. As Aunt Cass was drying some of the machines off Hiro ran down the stairs, loudly thumping as his feet hit each step. He tried to pass her to go out the door but she called out, "Wait, Hiro!"

"Hiro? Where are you going?" She asked, stepping around the counter. Cass walked over to where he had stopped and was taking a moment to wipe his nose on his sweatshirt sleeve. "Nowhere in particular," was his answer. "What happened?" Aunt Cass inquired but Hiro wasn't in the mood to answer questions from anybody. Hiro tugged his hood tighter around his head, but Cass didn't give him the ability to hide. Cass cupped his face gently in her hands and looked at his face. His tear lines were brimming with tears and the edge of his eyes were turning a light red. He was crying and trying so hard not to show it. Aunt Cass pouted and hugged her nephew. His arms were stiff at his sides for a moment but he began to hug her. She could feel his body jerk because of his quiet cries but she said nothing. After a couple of minutes she asked, "What's going on, Hiro? Can you tell me?" Her voice was just like his mother's.

Three year old Hiro ran to the kitchen crying while Tadashi was close at his heels, "Mommy! Mommy!" young Hiro cried out for her. The young woman paused cutting some vegetables to turn around at the little child running to her, "Honey, what's wrong?" He clutched her leg with all his might whilst sobbing, while Tadashi crossed his arms, "What's going on?" Mrs. Hamada asked, bending down and picking up her youngest.

"Dashi called me a bad word!" Hiro bawled, tears streaming down his face. Tadashi huffed, "Did not. He's making things up." Their mother rubbed Hiro's back gently to reassure him, "What did Tadashi call you?"

"Stupid." Hiro wailed.

"He's so touchy, Mom. He has no chance when he grows up." Tadashi voiced his clear aggravation.

"Tadashi, you know better. What did you call Hiro?" She gave a disapproving look at her older son who simply shrugged, "I called him a knucklehead. It's not a swear word, Mom. So, technically it's not a bad word." Mrs. Hamada took a deep breath and controlled her urge to roll her eyes. She occupied herself with quieting Hiro while Tadashi walked off to continue whatever he was previously doing before Hiro had distracted him.

Hiro hugged Aunt Cass tighter as the faint memory of his mother's touch, voice, and tenderness washed over him. He had no real solid memory of his mom's words but the feelings that were associated with her presence never grew dim.

"Tadashi and I fought about something I did." He muttered into his aunt's hug, "I just want to get out of here." He admitted. Aunt Cass sat in a chair and gently pulled his hood down off his head. Her voice was soft and warm, "Why do you want to get out? Is it really as bad as you think? Hiro nodded and wiped his nose again on his sleeve. Aunt Cass fished around for a napkin, wondering what her sister would have done. After finding a napkin Cass handed it to Hiro, "Hiro, you know that Tadashi loves you very much. You two will sort it out. You always do."

There was so much going through Hiro's head at that moment, overwhelming his ability to listen to what she was saying. Instead Hiro settled for nodding or shaking his head silently. Wasabi had told him that the secret of his involvement as a hero would have to come out. It hurts to tell the truth. Why couldn't he just come out with it? Tadashi did deserve to know but something trapped Hiro's power inside of him, imprisoning the courage that Hiro needed to come clean. The city of San Fransokyo had branded the league of geniuses as heroes. Hiro felt like a failure instead of a hero. Hiro was ashamed of himself. He knew that the way he had handled one encounter with the professor was nothing short of immoral. Revealing that fact to Tadashi, the most important person in the world to Hiro, crushed his spirit. He squeezed his eyes shut, pushed away without a word, and ran out of the café with his aunt calling after him. Hiro just wanted to leave.