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Two year old Hiro Hamada was currently sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by a bunch of brightly colored blocks with letters etched on the surfaces. He continued to play with them, either creating different shapes of buildings or stacking them on top of each other, where a particular word had been spelled out.

It was fun for Hiro, but also a great learning experience. Although, he hardly paid any mind to that aspect of it. He was mostly entranced by the colors and shapes he could make with the blocks.

Even so, he managed to stack up the various blocks and spell out quite a few words correctly. An immense feat for someone so small and young.

Meanwhile, six year old Tadashi Hamada was lying on the couch, a few feet away from his younger brother, flipping through and reading one of his many comic books. His eyes darted this way and that, completely focused on the material in front of him.

He didn't even pay attention or hear his brother calling his name.

"Dashi!" The two year old blurted out, staring at his older brother from his spot on the floor. A frown crossed his face as he realized Tadashi wasn't listening.

"Dashi!" Hiro exclaimed yet again as he crawled over to the couch. With his tiny, chubby hands, he snatched the comic book right out of Tadashi's own hands and threw it to the ground with a huff.

Tadashi reacted immediately, looking down and glaring at his brother.

"Hiro! Why did you do that?" He asked, anger evident in his voice. Hiro glared right back at him, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You didn't hear me!" Hiro yelled, louder than was necessary.

Tadashi rolled his eyes and sighed. "I did hear you. I just chose not to respond."

This angered Hiro even more as he sat cross-legged on the floor and threw his fists up into the air, pounding them as hard as he could on the ground. He then began crying and wailing.

He was throwing another temper tantrum. Typical.

Tadashi quickly covered his ears to drown out Hiro's incessant whining, but to no avail.

For someone so small, Hiro was sure loud when he wanted to be. Tadashi wondered how it was possible that his brother never seemed to tucker himself out, exerting all that energy into his temper tantrums.

"Okay, okay!" Tadashi yelled, finally reaching his breaking point. "Hiro, stop! Please stop! I'll listen to anything you have to say, just stop it!"

Almost as if a light switch had been turned off, Hiro stopped crying, sitting perfectly still and looking as if he was completely innocent.

Which he wasn't.

Tadashi sighed in relief, removing his hands from his ears. Thank goodness that was all over.

But now he had to deal with whatever Hiro wanted from him. Great.

Hiro put a smile on his face as he pointed his tiny finger towards what he wanted Tadashi to see. "Look!"

Tadashi turned to where Hiro was pointing. A tower of blocks with letters on them that spelled one word.

Robot.

"Robot?" Tadashi repeated aloud. "That's what you were fussing about? A tower of blocks you built that spelled robot?"

Hiro nodded, a gap-toothed grin on his face. "Robot!" He exclaimed proudly, as if it was a major achievement.

But to Tadashi, it was more like such a silly thing that Hiro had to interrupt his reading for.

"Okay, great. Nice job, Hiro." Tadashi said in a way that was obvious he really didn't care. Picking up his comic book that Hiro had thrown on the floor in rage, Tadashi made his way back over to the couch, not even giving Hiro a second glance.

Hiro watched him, a frown returning to his face.

"Dashi, play with me!" He exasperated, throwing his hands in the air again.

"No." Tadashi said with much bluntness. "And for the last time, stop calling me Dashi! My name is Tadashi! It's only two extra letters! If you can spell out and say robot, you certainly can spell out and say Tadashi!"

Hiro felt tears welling up in his eyes again. He really wanted to play and spend time with his brother, but he was being so mean to him.

"Dashi . . ."

Tadashi ignored his brother, his attention back solely on his comic book.

Hiro huffed in frustration. If Tadashi wasn't going to play with him willingly, then he just had to make him unwillingly.

And to do that, he had to go into Tadashi's room.

It took him a while, but Hiro managed to climb all the way up the stairs and into Tadashi's room.

And he did it all by himself.

Hiro might've been small, but he was filled to the brim with determination.

Slowly opening the slightly ajar door, Hiro crawled into his older brother's room. It looked much like any other room. There was a bed, a nightstand with a lamp, drawers presumably full of clothes, bins that most likely held Tadashi's own toys, and a desk with paper, pencils, and various thingamabobs scattered all over the wood surface.

But what really caught Hiro's attention was Tadashi's nightstand.

His brother's San Fransokyo Ninjas hat was lying there, not on top of his head.

Hiro knew how much the hat meant to his brother. More often than not, he always saw Tadashi wearing it.

This was one of the rare instances where he wasn't wearing the precious hat.

This was Hiro's chance.

Crawling his way over to the nightstand, Hiro tried his best to stand up. The nightstand was considerably larger and taller than Hiro, but that wasn't going to stop him.

Reaching as far as he could, he managed to grasp the very tip of the hat.

"Hiro!"

And then suddenly dropped it on the floor in surprise, turning around to see Tadashi standing there with a very upset, unhappy look on his face.

Hiro's eyes widened in shock. He stumbled and fell to the floor, but then looked to see the hat, mere inches from his feet.

Unfortunately, just as Hiro was about to grab it, Tadashi swooped in to save the day. Grabbing the hat before his brother could, Tadashi proceeded to set it on his head, a triumphant smirk on his face.

"Too little, too late, Hiro."

Hiro frowned, staring at the hardwood floor in defeat. He clenched his hands into fists, trying his hardest not to cry again. Not in front of Tadashi, who would once again get upset because of it.

"Hiro," Tadashi spoke in a softer, nicer tone. "Why were you trying to take my hat?"

Hiro shrugged his shoulders, slumping against the nightstand. "I thought . . . if I had it . . . then you'd play with me."

Tadashi frowned, not quite understanding what Hiro's intentions were. Then his eyes widened as realization set in.

"Hiro, you weren't thinking of doing something to my hat, were you?"

Hiro shrugged again, not really caring anymore. "Whatever would make you play with me."

Tadashi couldn't believe it. His brother, little Hiro, was going to possibly harm or destroy his hat. Tadashi's most prized possession. Just so he could try to make him play with him.

How could Hiro be so stupid?

No. Tadashi thought, frowning. I'm the stupid one. For hurting Hiro's feelings and neglecting him. Some big brother I am.

Tadashi sighed as he slunk down against his bed, which was right next to his nightstand that Hiro was sitting against.

Both brothers just sat there in silence, looks of sadness on their faces.

For Tadashi, it was mostly disappointment. At himself.

Regret, for treating his brother so awfully downstairs.

What would his parents think if they had witnessed that? If they had witnessed him treating Hiro so horribly? They would obviously chastise Tadashi and then comfort Hiro as best as they could.

And no doubt Tadashi would be punished in some way.

His parents were nice, good people. They hardly did anything wrong. But if their kids were misbehaving, they wouldn't hesitate to teach them a lesson.

But at least it was in the mildest way possible, like being grounded for a week or having to sit on a chair for an hour to think about their actions.

Either way, Tadashi wanted neither.

So, the only option he had now was to give in to Hiro's request (more like demand) and play with him.

It would be what a good older brother would do.

"Hey Hiro."

Hiro mumbled incoherently, absentmindedly playing with a loose thread on his red shirt.

Tadashi sighed before continuing. "Look, I'm sorry for how I reacted downstairs. That wasn't very nice of me, I know. And I'm sorry."

Hiro looked up at his brother, a smile slowly forming on his face. Hope seemed to twinkle in those big brown eyes of his.

"But," Tadashi added, stopping Hiro's happiness for a brief moment. "Trying to sabotage me in some way, like my hat, wasn't going to help the situation either."

Hiro frowned, looking down again.

"I know." He muttered, barely above a whisper. But Tadashi heard, loud and clear.

A smile made its way across his face and he proceeded to stand up again. "Good. Now how about that playtime?"

Hiro's eyes brightened again at the mention of playtime, especially with his brother. He could finally bond with Tadashi and spend time with him.

No more hurt words or temper tantrums from either of them.

Tadashi smiled, reaching over and playfully ruffling Hiro's mess of hair on his head. Black spikes stuck out in every which direction and Tadashi couldn't help, but laugh.

A warm feeling made its way up his arm as he ruffled Hiro's hair. Tadashi liked it.

And that's when Tadashi noticed a stark difference between him and his brother.

Hiro had messy, unruly hair, much like the rebel he was. Causing trouble and throwing tantrums when he didn't get his way.

On the other hand, Tadashi had well-groomed, combed hair that stayed in one place, much like how he preferred things to stay the way they were. He didn't like change. He followed the rules as they were, never once thinking about breaking them in any way possible.

But even with their personality and hairstyle differences, Tadashi saw a lot of himself in Hiro.

Those big brown eyes, much like Tadashi's, were full of hope and determination. Hope for the future. Determination to do whatever he thought possible. To never give up.

I'm not giving up on you, Hiro. We can fix this together. I just know it.

No matter what, Tadashi was going to start being a better brother to Hiro. To hopefully mend their somewhat strained relationship.

And he was going to do it now, before it was too late.

"So, what do you want to do?" Tadashi asked, looking down at Hiro, who seemed to be in deep thought.

Hiro murmured, trying to come up with something. Something both he and Tadashi would enjoy.

Something that wouldn't result in them fighting again or hurting each other's feelings.

And then a light bulb went off.

"Coloring!"

Tadashi smiled, liking the idea. He used to color a lot when he was Hiro's age. He still did.

Of course, he'd let Hiro pick whatever book he wanted to color. It was the least Tadashi could do since it was his brother's idea.

Whatever he had to do to make it up to him. To forget what a jerk he had been.

Hiro grinned, clapping his hands in excitement. Tadashi proceeded to walk over to his desk where he had a drawer with some coloring books inside. Pulling a couple out, he laid them out on the floor for Hiro to choose.

It didn't take long before Hiro pointed at the blue coloring book with a red robot on the front.

Tadashi couldn't help, but chuckle to himself. Hiro sure had an obsession with robots.

After grabbing a box full of crayons and colored pencils, Tadashi sat on the floor with Hiro. Both brothers continued to open the book and start coloring together.

Hiro grabbed some crayons, coloring a bunch of scribbles on one side of the page. Meanwhile, Tadashi chose to color with some colored pencils, filling in the robot character on the other side of the page in neater strokes than his brother.

When Hiro was done, there was a big red mass on his side of the page. It hardly even looked like the robot that was originally drawn.

Tadashi stifled himself from wanting to note how Hiro didn't even color within the lines. He was two years old after all. He knew his brother would get upset again if he mentioned something.

But it deeply bothered Tadashi inside.

Either way, Tadashi was satisfied with his results, looking at the masterpiece of the green and blue robot he had colored in. Tadashi continued to stare at it as if in deep thought.

And then something occurred to him. A memory he once had.

Robot.

My dream robot.

White, fluffy, marshmallow robot.

Baymax.

Tadashi had no idea how such a name came to his mind, but once it did, he knew right away that he liked it.

Not wasting another moment, Tadashi abruptly stood up and rushed back over to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper.

Once he was back on the floor with Hiro (who was still coloring and didn't even notice his brother's brief disappearance), Tadashi grabbed a black colored pencil and continued to draw the robot from his dreams.

And then, with the same black colored pencil, Tadashi wrote the robot's newly given name above the drawing.

Baymax.

Baymax.

Tadashi smiled, staring at his second masterpiece that day.

He likes to help people. He's a caring, lovable robot. He's programmed to help the sick and injured. To heal. A healthcare companion to anyone in need. He's going to do great things someday.

I'm going to do great things someday.

Just like Baymax.

I'm going to help people too.

Because someone has to help.

Suddenly, there was a knock and the two brothers looked up to see their parents standing in the doorway, smiles on their faces.

"Hey you two, sorry to interrupt, but your dad and I just finished making some lunch. Anyone interested in joining us?" Mrs. Hamada asked.

Hiro didn't even hesitate. He jumped up from his spot on the floor and immediately ran into his mother's arms.

"Food!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his mother's neck, who was holding him and grinning.

"Aw, looks like someone is ready to eat." Mrs. Hamada tickled Hiro and he giggled as the two of them left and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Mr. Hamada remained where he was, staring at Tadashi. "Hey, buddy. What about you? Are you hungry?"

Tadashi almost didn't hear his dad. He was too entranced in his drawing, but he quickly snapped out of his thoughts and met his father's waiting gaze.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you were hungry. Want to join us downstairs? We made lunch. It may not be as good as Aunt Cass's food, but it can't be anything inedible."

Tadashi nodded absentmindedly. "Sure, I'll be there in a minute." He said, still focused on his robot drawing.

Mr. Hamada shook his head before walking over and scooping Tadashi up in his arms. The six year old shrieked in surprise and began kicking his legs and arms, trying to escape his father's grasp.

"Daddy! Let me go!" He whined, acting almost exactly like Hiro during one of his temper tantrums.

Mr. Hamada didn't budge one bit. "Not a chance, buddy. You're a growing kid. We need to keep that body of yours nourished and fed."

Tadashi finally relented, staring at his drawing one last time before his dad whisked him away down the stairs.

Baymax laid on the floor, all alone, his black dot eyes seemingly staring up at the ceiling in a never-ending trance.

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