AN: Hello! This is my first BH6 fanfic. I know I should be working on my other stories but this idea kept on nagging me.

Enjoy!

Warning: Heavy Angst (hopefully if my writing's good enough) and probably some OOCness.

Hiro Hamada hated school.

6 hours of being trapped in an old building with the teacher rambling stuff he already knew at the front was unbearable. In a technologically advanced city, their school had the privilege of being the only school without air-conditioning. And the canteen food- ugh- let's not even go there.

The bullies didn't help much either.

Apparently being incredibly smart means that you had no friends. Hiro felt like everyone hated him in his school. They called him names, pushed him around and were generally being mean to him. Even some of the teachers hated him- made them feel 'dumb' they said. They started to whisper behind his back, about how 'that kid' spoils every lesson.

It hurt, but it was nothing Hiro couldn't handle.

That is, until he was butted up another two grades.

At the age of 12, Hiro was learning with year 10s.

And oh boy, did they love bullying him.

Hiro was thrown against walls, pushed to the ground and their language was way more colourful than those in his previous class.

The teachers didn't even seem to care. When those who actually cared asked what happened, the bullies gave a quick excuse ('Oh sorry Miss, I didn't see him there and accidentally walked into him. He is a smaller than us, after all.') or Hiro just said he tripped.

A bit more, but once again, nothing Hiro couldn't handle.

Then the messages started to come.

Somehow they managed to find out his email, his other email, his social media accounts and even his phone number. Hate comments started to flood in, his phone buzzing with notifications.

Zero

This lil shit thinks his better than us

Loser

Gaymada

Go kill urself

Tadashi and ur Aunt just keep u because ur

These messages pained him.

But Hiro could handle it.

Because Hiro had a friend, a flashlight, a candle that lights up his darkness.

His brother, Tadashi.

And botfighting. But mostly Tadashi.

Even in Hiro's darkest days, Tadashi would hug him, show that he was loved.

And that just made everything better.

Well, until this happened.

Hiro had returned from school one day, tired. The bullying was a bit more severe that day, and his body had a few sore bruises. Hiro went up to the shared room, expecting it to be empty. However Tadashi was sitting at his desk, furiously working away on a project. One hand was pulling at his hair, and from the computer screen he could see Tadashi's reflection. His eyes had dark bags under them.

Hiro flung his bag onto his bed before hugging Tadashi from behind. 'So...whattcha doing?'

Tadashi grumbled, his eyes glued to the screen. 'Not now, Hiro. I'm busy.'

Hiro unlatched himself from Tadashi. His brother seemed to be stressed.

'Well looks like I'm going to have to be a nice brother today.' He headed down the stairs, and decided to make some coffee for his brother. Cappuccino, with no sugar.

He headed back up and headed towards Tadashi, carefully carrying the cup so that it won't spill.

That's when everything went wrong. Pain shot up Hiro's leg all of a sudden, and instinctively he reached for his toe.

Coffee spilled everywhere- on the floor, on Tadashi's work, and worst of all on the computer. The computer sort of fizzed before it turned off.

Shit.

Hiro looked in horror at what he had just done. He just ruined all of Tadashi's work and-

'I'm so sorry!' Hiro yelped as Tadashi stood up. He turned around, and Hiro could literally see his anger burning in his eyes.

'Hiro...' Tadashi whispered in a dangerous tone.

'I'm sorry...I only wanted to-'

Tadashi interrupted him, using his hand like a stop sign. 'You know what? I- I can't do this anymore. I give up! I give up being nice to you. I give up!'

Hiro was on the verge of tears. 'Dashi, ple-'

But Tadashi held out his hand once more.

'I don't even want to hear, no, see you, okay?' Tadashi took a deep breath.

'Sometimes I- I just wish you weren't my brother.'

Hiro held his breath.

'Just- Just get out of my face.'

Tears fell freely from Hiro's face as he rushed out, taking his Megabot with him. Voices of his bullies whispered to him as he left a quickly written note on the kitchen bench. He rushed out and just ran.

If only he saw the car coming his way...

Tadashi felt horrible.

He had literally just told his 12 year old brother that he wasn't wanted.

And for what? All the work was backed up on his cloud anyway and the written work just a hard copy from his computer.

The stress of his work just made Tadashi snap to, out of anyone, his only brother.

Tadashi sighed as he went downstairs to apologise to Hiro.

He wasn't there.

'M-maybe he's just gone to let off some steam.' Tadashi thought, when his eyes landed on a piece of paper on kitchen bench.

Tadashi picked it up, panic slowly filling his mind. 'Could be just a receipt...'

The one had wet marks on it, which Tadashi realised were tear marks.

Dear Tadashi,

I'm sorry that I ruined all your work.

You're right- I dont deserve to be your brother. I don't deserve to live under Aunt Cass' roof either.

Guess my schoolmates were right about me.

I'm sorry for being such a crappy little brother.

I won't be a burden to you any longer.

Yours sincerely,
Hiro

Panic flooded into Tadashi's mind. Without thinking he ran outside and got on his moped.

He had to find his brother.

Three hours, and still nothing.

It was getting dark, and Tadashi was getting more worried by the minute.

He was about to call the cops when he got a call from his aunt.

Tadashi picked up, still on the move, his eyes looking around for any sign of Hiro. 'Yes Aunt Cass?'

He wasn't expecting a sob on the other end of the phone. 'Oh Tadashi...'

Tadashi stopped in his tracks. 'Wha- what is it?'

But Tadashi already new the answer.

'It's Hiro.'

Tadashi held his breath.

'He- they- the doctors-' Aunt Cass let loose another sob.

'H-Hiro might not m-make it.'

AN: Dun Dun Dun! Oh no! Will Hiro be OK?

Until next time, then!