Professor Callaghan knocked on Mr. Hamada's work room door. He was missing lectures- or more importantly- his lectures and he wouldn't stand for it; he tried giving his star pupil a wide birth after his brother's death but his unfounded hated for him was stupid if it was affecting his education, after all, Mr. Hamada couldn't know, couldn't understand the circumstances to which Hiro Hamada died… could he?

It had all happened so fast- the fire, but he planed it in haste and didn't have time to work out all of the kinks… Hiro Hamada had become an dispensable hitch in the plan, all he needed was his micobots, not him.

But he cared for the older Hamada, cared that he kept up his education.

So when he strolled into the young man's room only to be met with the hardest glare he'd ever seen in the young man's eyes.

"Get out."

Professor Callaghan nodded his head but stood his ground

"You're grades have dropped, sort it out or you'll be a drop out by the end of the year."

Tadashi was filed with rage, it seeped into his pours just having to look at that man, that killer. And when he tried to speak to him about his grades when it was his entire fault in the first place. He threw the first thing that came to his hand straight at his professor's head but he ducked. an it missed him by mere inches.

"Get out, get out, get out!" He screamed.

Professor Callaghan backed out of the door as quickly as he could. This was all his fault.

Tadashi stood in the cafeteria gripping onto his tray so hard his knuckles had turned white. He sighed as he warily eyed his friends; he didn't really want to eat but he couldn't have people worrying about his health added to his current mental state.

He pottered over to his usual table where his group was already sitting at; not that he particularly wanted to be near anybody but- again- he didn't want anyone to worry over him.

Tadashi nodded an hello instead of the normal cheerful greeting he would besto on everybody he saw.

"Hey Dash." Honey- Lemon attempted to draw him into a conversation but Tadashi's focus was drawn to his disgusting tray of food, It churned the little food Tadashi had eaten.

Fred just shot a small shake of his head at Honey-Lemon.

Honey just sulked, picked up her tray and left the table in a huff, if Tadashi felt guilty, he didn't let it show-he did however- glare at his food and everyone was watching him with concern.

"I am still here you know, I can feel you staring." Tadashi snapped, he had just about enough of the pitiful stares and the hushed whispers in the corridors, Gogo caught his eye- or rather- what was on her tray caught his eyes.

A packet of Gummy-bears.

Tadashi was still furious but he could feel the ball of grief slowly crumble down from the locked depths of his mind, it festered quickly into his heart, sucking like a leech inside his throat.

He was about to break down in front of the entire university; you could see his bottom lip tumbling and his eyes tearing up. His breaths shortened, becoming irregular and everyone could hear, at least that's what Tadashi perceived, really it was probably if anyone was close enough they could hear.

Tadashi made a break for it as he spun off the bench, dashing away, trying to find somewhere to hide away… somewhere safe from everybody out there. No prying eyes or forced conversation's.

He ran an he ran and ran. Out the university.

Hiro paced around his open space flat as he focused on his old hoodie, it didn't even fit him anymore. He couldn't make heads or tails of it all. One moment he was a fourteen year old in that damn fire an than he was 'here' wherever that was as a nineteen year old man. It had been years since he ended up in this hell. He just wanted to go home. Not be stuck in the past.