You count the seconds in time with the clock, watching time pass by with every centimeter the long hand moves forward.

You toy with the hem of your peach-colored slip, trying to focus on anything that isn't how long you've been waiting for him to come through the door. You look outside the window of your bedroom, trying to escape the ticking of the clock by being swept up in the sounds of the city.

Car lights cast blocks of light on your walls and ceilings, urging you to sit up straighter. You throw your legs over the lower edge of the bed, crossing them before beginning to bounce your lower thigh.

Your idling is thankfully cut short when the door that has sat unmoving on the right side of the room opens up, swinging open to reveal the man you've been waiting for.

You bite your lip, trying not to smile at the clear, unsure nervousness he was trying to conceal on his face.

He's everything you'd expect him to be, all your hopes wrapped up in one man. He's tall, with broad shoulders that taper down into a thinner waist you've always fantasized wrapping your legs around. His body was covered up by a long, ivory colored lab coat with a green dress shirt and khaki slacks underneath. Every step he took made a sound underneath his formal leather shoes.

His face is what drew you to him in the first place. It was a wonderful, attractive contradiction. A soft, oval face that looked so friendly and approachable, with big, dark brown eyes that made a point to meet yours in intimate, prolonged contact. Highlighted with his strong hooked nose and thin, yet kissable lips. It's a face that told you it was willing to do anything for you, to be anyone for you. And god, did that faithful service turn you on.

He clears his throat, taking a moment to shed off the coat in a long, unnatural fashion that just so happened to give you a front-row seat to his arms underneath the dress shirt. Your thighs squeeze together at the sight, trying their best to give you any type of friction.

He clears his throat, straightening out the glasses sliding down the slope of his nose. Shyly, he meets your gaze, speaking in his best professional voice.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Hamada... now, I hear you've been having some, uhm... medical trouble?"

You want to laugh. You really, really want to laugh at just how hard he was trying to play into this. But you settle for a rehearsed, coy smile on your lips as you blink up at him, fluttering your eyelashes while pinning your eyes on him like he was the only thing in the world to you. It felt like that, a lot of the time. You were beginning to think it was true.

You could see his Adam's apple bob slightly, while he doesn't even try to hide the way he hones in on your lips like a sniper.

You match his volume and tone, looking away from him for dramatic effect.

"Oh, doctor, it's horrible... I've been aching all over, it's getting hard for me to sleep. It's like I need something, desperately, but I don't know what..."

He hums, lightly, nodding sagely while scrubbing a hand down his face.

"Ah, I see..."

Slowly, he bends down to where you're sitting, caging you in by putting a hand on the sheets on either side of your thighs, leaning right into your face with half-lidded eyes.

"If that's the case, do I have your permission to conduct a... thorough examination?"

Your breath hitches, and your eyes lock together. You're very sure that your hearts are in perfect sync.

"Of course, doctor... if that's what I need."

He nods, hastily, gulping as he guides you down into the sheets, his large, rough palms and fingers taking a hold of your wrists. You're pinned under his body now, and on the outside, it almost looks as if he's harming you, intimidating you.

But you're exactly where you want to be.

You look up at him expectantly, a jolt zipping up your spine as you feel one of his knees nudge up between your legs. He's coming down close, tilting his head to gain access to your neck, to bite and kiss and etch his mark on you. You're ready. You're so ready for whatever's coming next, for whatever pleasure awaits you in the nest few minutes—

"I can't do it..."

He buries his head in your neck all too quickly but you don't feel the pleasurable pain you've been expecting. You blink, thoroughly disoriented and put out of the mood. You're about to ask him if he was okay, but a cartoonish sound buzzes from his lips.

Your husband sighs sadly into your skin, and all your laughter left over from the past few moments rushes out of you like river out of a dam. You can't stop yourself, tears forming at the sides of your eyes. Tadashi whines again into your skin.

"You're laughing at me. I spent 30 minutes trying to be this sexy doctor guy from your fantasies and you're laughing at me."

He lifts his head up from his sanctuary in your neck, pouting at you like you've thrown tomatoes at him after he's performed on a stage. You cease giggling, trying your best to remain serious for him. Clearly, your husband was in distress.

"It's okay, 'Dashi. It's just—" You chuckle again. "You're so bad at acting..."

Tadashi squints his eyes at you and you start up your laughing fit all over again. He rolls his eyes, an easy smile coming to rest on his lips.

"Hey, it's not completely my fault... This script is very inaccurate. The doctor is supposed to ask more questions than "oh, okay, you're having medical trouble? Let me do a super invasive examination with no context to your symptoms at all!"."

He gets off of you, sitting up on the headboard of the bed. He takes his shoes off, grumbling about how unsanitary it was to wear shoes in bed. You sit up as well.

"Yeah, but, it isn't supposed to be a play-by-play of a doctor's visit, 'Dashi. It's supposed to be fun, sexy..."

"Look me in the eye and tell me medical malpractice is sexy."

You snort at that, slowly moving to straddle his hips. He allows you to, but not without the whole fanfare of blushing and looking up at you.

"Okay, okay, fine... we'll scrap the doctor idea. From now on, it's only scientifically sound and ethical roleplay in the bedroom."

"Thank you." Tadashi smiles, hands finding a home on your hips, grounding you to him.

You beam down at him, and Tadashi thinks that seeing you happy is the most attractive thing in the world to him. More than revealing clothes or badly written roleplay scripts.

You straighten out his glasses, appreciating how they make his eyes catch light.

"I'm just glad you're open to trying the things I enjoy. Thank you, 'Dashi."

"...You know I'd do anything for you."

You peck his forehead, and you could swear that his pupils morphed into hearts. You press your forehead to his, and for a minute, you both just marinate in each other's company.

He pulls away after a moment, eyes trained on your lips again. Pavlov had nothing on Tadashi Hamada and his obsession with kissing you. His voice is low and sultry when he speaks up, but this time, it's warm and natural to him.

"Sooo... can we just have sex the usual way?"

You smirk, running a manicured hand up his bicep. He smiles dopily at you, once again willingly under your spell.

"Hmm... yeah. The usual way sounds good."

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All the horror movie jump scares, exam papers, and in-progress text messages you've ever had the displeasure of seeing were nothing in comparison to the quaint establishment you're about to enter. Your mind urges your eyes to look down to the street beside you.

An incredible use of free will would be to bolt down the sidewalk right this second, but your feet stay rooted to the ground as your mind strenuously forces your nerves to keep you in place. You probe your brain to remember why you're here. Reaching into the forefront of your mind, you manage to unearth the circumstance that led you to this very street...

Just one week ago, you were gaping at Tadashi intensely. Incredulously, even.

"You want me to pretend to be your partner?"

As if looking at you would blind him for life, Tadashi puts way too much effort into directing his eyes away from you. He hated asking for favors— usually, he'd be on the receiving side of them, willing to lend a hand even if the situation would be a net negative for him in every way. The man sitting in front of you shamefully turns his head in your direction. For a guy who worked robots and complex code daily, he's failing to make a sound, logical argument for this elaborate plot of his.

"I know it's sudden, and, well, a lot to ask, but it'll only be for a night, and after a while, I'll tell them we broke up and stayed friends—"

"—Tadashi, no."

The man sitting in front of you juts out his lip in an act of protest. You put your hands on your hips, looking away in defense. You know that looking into his eyes means game over, and you'd eventually cave into his demands. Yet, very hesitantly, your head turns toward him. Against your better judgement.

"If you bring me home, they'll start expecting you to bring me over more often. Then it's more fake dates and keeping up appearances, a-and– before you know it, we're planning a fake wedding!"

You knew you were exaggerating, and the thought of having a wedding with Tadashi honestly didn't sound too bad... though you'd never admit that out loud. You squint at him as his pout softens into a small frown. That was your cue to start mentally beating yourself up for ever refusing his proposal in the first place. Your face falls with his.

"You can't ask someone else? Like, that really tall, pretty girl — what was her name... Lemon? Lemon something? Y'know, the girl who makes things explode...pink? Can't she do this?"

He places his head into his left hand, closing his eyes.

"Honey's never going to agree to this," his response was uttered in a low voice. He opens his eyes quickly. "First of all, it'll be hard to convince her to lie to someone, and secondly, Gogo would have my head."

Tadashi smirks, and somehow, that manages to break the tension just enough to allow you to smile as well. You cross your hands over your chest, contemplating for a few moments.

"Why'd you even need a fake date anyway? I'm sure Aunt Cass isn't pressuring your to have grandkids. Or, uh... grand-nephews and nieces...?"

Tadashi laughs, and you relax your shoulders, leaning against one of his desks behind you. Bashful heat warms his cheeks and makes them glow an abashed crimson. His left hand comes up to comfort him, and you witness his charming little habit he's made of rubbing his neck.

"Not directly, but she's being kinda pushy on my shifts at the Lucky Cat. She's not as subtle as she thinks she is, and I'm positive she's trying to set me up with one of our regulars. Trust me, it is not a good time for either party."

Humming in understanding, you look down at your hands and contemplate your options.

"You could... get someone better, y'know. I'm sure every girl at SFIT is dying to get a date with you."

Your proposal clearly isn't something Tadashi was anticipating. You could tell from the way his eyes droop downward, the shine in his irises dulling at your negative statement. He clicks his tongue, punctuating his dissent with a harsh tick.

"Don't do that right now..." "Do what?" He furrows his eyebrows, furthering his frustration.

"Make it seem like you're... lesser, or something— look, okay, I understand that you don't want to do it, but... if I'd have it be anyone, I'd have it be you."

Like a nickel incapable of succumbing to a magnet's draw, you're powerless to stop the way your head involuntarily snaps up to your best friend.

"I can't convince my little brother and Aunt that I'm dating someone I don't click with. They're perceptive, and they know me... besides. You're really nice to be around. I actually like you. I-I mean, I like being around you."

Ignoring his praise (and the way it made your brain light up and listen) was futile. You had suddenly developed rapt attention toward his case. Biting the inside of your cheek, you get up off of the desk.

"You're really good at guilt-tripping me."

His pupils seem to dilate as you float nearer to him.

"So... does that mean the guilt tripping is working?

You shake your head, an almost laugh tumbling up and out of your lips.

"...okay. What would I get if I said yes— hypothetically." Tadashi seems to light up at this newly found possibility, hand leaving his neck. Both of his hands sit on his lap, his fingers tap against the work material of his pants, drumming in quick succession.

"You'd get free pastries from the Lucky Cat?"

"And?"

He squints, smile turning suspicious.

"And free tutoring for that thermodynamics class you said you're having trouble with?"

"And...?" Your negotiating earns you an eye roll, and an amused eyebrow raise from Tadashi.

"And you're pushing it." You snort, laughing your delight out of your system.

"Okay. Deal."

Recalling that moment in his lab suddenly make your clothes less stuffy, your posture less rigid and your palms less restless. The tall, intimidating building in front of you seemed like less of a challenge, and more like a run-of-the-mill, adorable café.

It was only one dinner, after all.

You pace around to dampen your nerves, and to silently pep talk yourself into your role as Tadashi's partner. In your head, you went back and forth with yourself on table manners and and visiting etiquette. You also made sure to memorize the story the both of you had spun.

Okay, we met at a public library. We were friends for around a year, we got coffee together... we had crushes on each other for a few weeks, and... huh.

In truth, the story you and Tadashi spun about your "relationship" was just a fictionalized version of your very real friendship. It felt rational. Like a river just following it's natural course to the ocean. The only dishonest part of the story was the part about developing feelings for one another. If you were honest with yourself, it wasn't a lie completely.

You've begun to recognize the buds of feelings taking root in your heart, blooming under the right conditions. Fueled into blossoms by the blood pumped by the very organ they were planted in every time he leaned in to tell you a joke.

You've known of it for a while now. Yet, you aren't very sure if you want to make these feelings known to him. The fear of rejection always loomed over you. It persisted and multiplied indefinitely, not unlike a tumor, almost. Ignoring these feelings was easier than confronting the ever-present threat of losing him forever. You've gone through many spirals over this very dillemma, constantly finding yourself ambivalent over what "the right choice" actually looked like.

Your train of thought is brought to a halt by a faint rumbling sound in the distance.

A bright light shines into view, illuminating the area around it in a white glow. It's hard to mistake Tadashi's bright crimson moped, even from afar. It cruises toward your general direction, coming to a stop right in front of the cafe. Right in front of you.

You don't register him at first, but as soon as he takes off his helmet, you catch yourself being surprised.

You've made a tradition of making fun of his dressing style. It's not that he didn't know how to dress... well, he kind-of knew how to dress. It wasn't like he didn't have a sense of style, but his outfits were consistently confusing— toeing the line between too casual and too formal. Straight-legged pants paired up with suit blazers over cardigans, those damn mint green converse, that old San Fransokyo ninjas hat... all worn with pride to an 8am lecture that he was nearly late for.

Instead of his tonally clashing getup, the man in front of you looks like he's made up his mind on his presentation.

The crisp blue of his dress shirt catches your eye. It's a color he doesn't wear often, preferring to stick to his color palette of green, red, white, and grey like a slightly depressed Christmas tree. Though, despite the irregularity, it looked great on him.

His converse were traded in for a pair of loafers, and his grey slacks were pressed and held up by a brown belt. His eyes were gated behind a pair of thin-rimmed, black-framed glasses you've never seen him wear before. The only bit of familiarity you could find was that black SFN cap on the top of his head.

You gape at him, grinning like you just saw a unicorn.

"Wooow..."

"Shut up."

"Wooooooooow..."

"Oh my god..." Tadashi's hand comes up to scrub down his face, his eyes running up to the sky to beg for any respite from your teasing. You lighten up, moving toward him to get a good look at his face.

"You wear glasses? Like, prescription, or..."

"Yeah, prescription. I wear contacts most of the time. For convenience."

"Huh...nerd."

Tadashi scoffs, looking away from you to open the back of his moped.

"You cleaned up nicely, Hamada." Your tone isn't even teasing anymore, it's genuine and appreciative. You eyes drop to his waist, where you can't help but be slightly jealous at how cinched it looked to be.

When he turns around, a pop of color is cradled into his chest. Yellows and oranges burst out of a circle base of brown, emanating a yellow glow on Tadashi's chin. They were sunflowers, and by the looks of it, fresh sunflowers. Still wrapped in newspaper from the farmer's market. A shy beam is present on his lips, akin to that of a child showing off a drawing they did in class. "Thanks. You look..."

His eyes seemed to take you in as well, and for a moment, it seemed like time slowed down. His mouth opened to say something, but no sound seemed willing to come out. Tadashi was completely, utterly engrossed on you and how you looked.

Though the seconds slowed down in his mind, they passed normally in yours. You cock your head to the side, thoroughly stumped at what was going on in Tadashi's psyche.

"Uh... hello?"

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. He blinked, surprised at himself. "Sorry! I meant to say that you, uh, look— amazing. I like what you did with your outfit. I stopped by a nearby market to get these for you..."

A quick snort escapes from your lips, willed back down at the sight of Tadashi pouting at you.

"Thanks. You didn't have to get me these.... but they look really pretty."

Tadashi handed them to you, eyes still trained on yours. "I guess, but... you're still technically my date, even if we aren't dating-dating. It's the right thing to do. Dates deserve nice things." "Such a gentleman..." You coo, quite enjoying the way blush rises up to his cheeks once again. He clears his throat, hands falling to his side. They ball up into loose fists before slacking, his fingers were also unsure of what to do. His right hand comes up, hesitantly approaching the small of your back. You notice his apprehension, deciding to give him a little push in the right direction.

Reaching for his hand, you gently press it onto your waist, allowing him to adjust his fingers into the most comfortable position. You don't get words from him for a while, only being able to hear an audible gulp from him, as well as the sound of him clearing his throat.

"This is... okay, right?" He mutters, pulling you into his side. Admittedly, you wonder if you'd really be okay with your best friend having you this close, with his big, warm hand holding onto you like he doesn't want to let go. Are you really okay with pretending like your heart doesn't go haywire when he leans down to say things only meant for you to hear? You don't know. But your mouth moves anyway.

"...yeah. I'm okay with it, 'Dashi."

He sighs in relief, taking a deep breath.

"Okay. We got this."

Tadashi grins at you, leading you into the Lucky Cat with no further indisposition.

Bells chime in time with your arrival into the Lucky Cat, and the interior is exactly what you would expect from the eye-catching exterior you've been staring at for the past 20 minutes. You're immediately hit with the scent of coffee, heralded alongside vanilla, chocolate and cinnamon. It's a scent you remember smelling on Tadashi whenever he wasn't perfumed with motor oil and metal.

You find that the Lucky Cat is a very winsome establishment. The simple, Japanese-style decor isn't minimalist enough to be empty, but it also doesn't visually yell at you with it's colors and graphic elements. The soft green of the building's outside paint job is continued into the walls of the cafe, some photographs and simple paintings slowly leading your eye to the quaint service counter at the back of the cafe.

Tadashi's hand on your waist squeezes slightly as you walk in. You're too busy making mundane observations of your surroundings that you don't even register someone at the till until Tadashi addresses her.

"Hey Aunt Cass..."

The woman at the till is very focused, her slim hand moving a pen swiftly over a ledger. She doesn't look up until Tadashi clears his throat, as if awoken from a trance. Her green eyes briskly flit up to meet his, taking time to make space for you next to him.

"Tadashi! Sorry, got wrapped up in sorting out some delivery expenses. I was wondering when you were coming home, and... oh, look at you; You're dressed up!"

She smiles, the bare impressions of crows feet coming into the sides of her eyes. They smooth out when she seems to remember there was someone standing beside her nephew, and her eyes widen before focusing on you.

"And...are they a new friend of yours?"

You felt like a bug under a microscope in the way that she scanned over you, squinting your eyes to scrutinize you further. Tadashi's told you about his aunt on multiple occasions. A spunky, 40-something old woman with a passion for her café and the people who supported it. You have also heard that she has an extensive knife collection and a concerningly consistent overprotective streak.

You look over to Tadashi, an SOS signal written into every pore of your face. He holds back a laugh, nodding toward you as if to say, "just give it a second". He was right to tell you to wait, because as soon as his Aunt had spotted Tadashi's hand at your waist, her whole face seemed to light up like a Christmas tree in July.

"OH!? More than a friend? Right!? Please tell me they're more than a friend."

With an excited pep in every step she takes, she quickly rounds the service counter to meet you up close and personal.

Tadashi sighs, a knowing grin on his face. Your waist becomes absent of his hand as he gestures toward you, causing something inside of you to tighten up in disappointment.

"Yeah, they're, uh... not just a friend. They're my partner, and I decided that it was time for you to meet them."

With a conflicted, matching smile on your face, you quickly introduce yourself. Your say your name in a tone and pronunciation you don't quite recognize, but you power through all the same. Aunt Cass seemed to squeal an incoherent sentence in reply.

Tadashi silently thanks you with another quick nod, glancing back up to his Aunt with a newly discovered confidence.

"Maybe we could get takeout and have a quick dinner? To talk?"

His Aunt was a hairs width away from hugging you before she snaps her head toward her nephew so fast you'd think she'd break her neck.

"Takeout?! For an occasion like this?"

You've come to know that Tadashi's aunt was a force to be reckoned with. She pinches at Tadashi's ear, making him hiss in pain repeatedly.

"I have a potential in-law and you want me to feed them takeout? You should've told me they were coming by sooner!"

"Ah-ah-ah—ow! Sorry! I'm sorry!"

Her hand relents after a hot second, releasing Tadashi's reddened ear once she's figured that he's endured enough. Tadashi cups his pained skin with his hand, rubbing to soothe the area. He deadpans when he catches you biting back a giggle.

His aunt's attention lands unto you again. This time, she hugs you properly. The sunflowers are carefully crushed into your chest. Her embrace is sweet, warm and inviting despite only knowing your name and your face for around a minute. The coffee scent that lingered in the cafe was the strongest on her. The hug felt somewhat nostalgic to you, weirdly enough.

When she pulls back, her hands remain on your shoulders, grounding you in a way you didn't know you needed.

"Oh, god, I forget myself sometimes! My name is Cassandra, but to you, I'm Aunt Cass. Don't try to be too formal with me, alright? I mean, you're practically part of the family at this point!"

You nod at her explanation, a little too dazed to reply with something just yet.

Aunt Cass is a sweetheart. You can see were Tadashi's developed some of his habits and mannerisms; like the certain way he'd walk whenever he was happier. She makes it a point to obtain as much information about you as she can in the span of 10 minutes.

"Where are you from? Have you been living in San Fransokyo for long? Ugh, rent is killer right now..."

"Are you studying? Where? Oh, I'm sure you're really smart! You have to keep up with my nephew, after all."

"Is he treating you well? He is? Good. He better be! Call me if he isn't."

You answer every question to the best of your ability. Her joy is very infectious, having that magnetic pull that makes you want to tell her everything. You're convinced the Lucky Cat had to have a million regulars. You know you'd always be coming back.

After a bit of talking, she pauses, drawing in a deep breath to seemingly calm herself. Despite that, she's still buzzing with excitement.

"Okay, enough chatting... I'm going to make dinner, then we can talk properly. Y'know, if somebody just told me you were coming sooner..." She mockingly glares at Tadashi, who chuckles.

"I said I was sorry!"

"I know. Anyway, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." Her gaze pans back to you as she puts a hand on your shoulder. "Feel right at home, okay?"

"Right... Thanks, Aunt Cass."

You nod at her and she winks in return, quickly moving up the stairs to the second floor of the building. Her footsteps are light and quick, clearly vibrating with exhilaration. Her absence leaves a little pocket of silence. You and Tadashi exhale at the same time, nerves buzzing but subdued.

He lifts his cap to fix his hair underneath, a relieved grin cracking across his face. "I think she likes you more than she likes me..." He croaks out, voice cracking on the tail end of his sentence. You're glad to see him a little less tense than when you walked in. You were feeling lighter as well. After experiencing the whirlwind named Aunt Cass, you felt silly thinking the Lucky Cat was scary in any capacity.

"I mean, between you and me, I don't think it's too hard hard of a pick..." You smirk, keeping yourself busy with unfurling the sunflower petals that had been crushed inward from Aunt Cass's hug.

"Hey." He retorts, quietly and in offense.

You didn't even need to look up to know he was pouting at you. "I'm joking, I'm joking..."

He rolls his eyes, mirroring your smirk on his own countenance. Without warning, he takes away your hand from the flowers and sets them aside. Guiding you to the doorway behind the service counter, he throws glances over his shoulder to make sure you're still there. He ducks below the sakura noren curtains hanging guard above the doorway, moving them out of the way for you when you enter.

"C'mon, this is just the café. House's upstairs."

No corner of this building held any isolation.

Every inch of the Hamada residence has evidence of family and living. Sure, it felt cramped, but in the way your childhood bedroom may be. Innocent, decorated and untouched by any malice. The decor wasn't excessive— no gaudy bright colors or metal statement pieces could be found laying about. Even the floorboards creaked happily with every step they were subjected to.

The living room area you were situated in felt very open, thanks to the old brownstone-style windows giving a view into the neighborhood outside. The kitchen was right next door to the living room, where you saw Aunt Cass boiling some water over the stove. She waves at you with a big grin, and you wave right back.

Tadashi's lips purse while he looks at a nearby clock. He tells you he needs a minute, before going over to talk to Aunt Cass.

Alone now, you begin to explore the living area on your own. There was nothing out of the ordinary, save for some cute trinkets lining the top of the fireplace. However, something else caught your eye. You took some time to look over the framed photographs that hung on on the living room walls.

There were a variety, reminding you of the paintings down at the café. All framed in mismatched frames with different colors.

The first one that caught your eye looked to be photo of Tadashi's high school graduation. Behind him was a big, blue logo reading "CAMERON WATANABE INTERNATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL." You recall CW High being a prestigious institution back in your highschool years, with many famous graduates that went on to become influential figures in their respective fields.

A 17-year-old Tadashi in a toga and cap, holding up a diploma, flashing his braces in a proud smile. He looked so...adorable in an ill-fitting gown and braces. Cute, in the way an armadillo was endearing.

You snort, looking back to make sure Tadashi wasn't paying attention. Your phone is in your hand before you know it, and you quickly snap a photo.

A common theme with most of the photos were that they were group photos of the three same people: Tadashi, Aunt Cass, and a short boy with messy hair and a gap-toothed grin, who you assumed to be Tadashi's trouble-maker little brother, Hiro. One was of the three of them posing for a photo on the beach, Aunt Cass's hands on either one of the brothers. The pair looked younger, yet their smiles were struggling to meet their eyes. The sight saddened you a little, urging you to the next photo.

It's a landscape image of the two brothers, a little older now, and thankfully with full smiles. They're sitting down on the floor across from eachother, huddled over a broken toy they didn't seem too upset about. In fact, they were gleefully taking it apart. What looked to be a 13-year-old Tadashi was explaning something to a 7-year-old Hiro, who was only half listening to whatever his older brother was saying. The tinier (cuter) Hamada was too engrossed in taking a screwdriver to one of the parts of the toy, tongue sticking out with focus you've never managed to see in a toddler.

The third photo was a mirror image of Tadashi's highschool graduation photo— except, Tadashi wasn't the one in the graduation gown. It was his little brother, holding up a certificate begrudgingly while Tadashi held up a plethora of other certificates and medals, smiling smugly, yet still managing to portray a proud, happy older brother. You assumed it was Hiro's middle school graduation, however, you've never seen a middle school graduation require a toga and cap.

In the year you've known Tadashi, it's made clear that his family is of the utmost important to him. You've listened to him talk about them countless times. Rants about how his aunt doesn't take care of herself for the sake of the café, and long-winded rambling around how his little brother, for all his intelligence, chooses to squander his potential in illegal bot fighting and betting.

You've seen how he cared for them deeply, how it manifested in stress some of the time. Constantly making calls and ditching hangouts to go and rescue Hiro from a botfighting 'misunderstanding'. They were the only family he had, after all. The pictures put their bond on display, the connection Tadashi fought so hard to preserve.

Your observation was cut short by a presence under you. You felt something brush against your legs. You look down to see if you had caught your feet on something. Below you isn't a rug or some stray spiderwebs. It's a fat, furry creature with orange, brown, and white spots. Every move it makes is made known by the jingling sound made through the bell attached to its collar securely fastened on its chubby little neck. Two big green eyes with round boba-like pupils stare up at you, a low-pitched vibration rumbled out from its tiny little chest.

Like any sane, rational person, you immediately coo at the adorable little kitten at your legs, abandoning the photos to pet its little head.

"Aww! Hi, baby.... what's your name?"

It seems to feed off your attention, leaning into your pets and meowing back at you, only managing to make you love it more.

"That's Mochi. Don't let him fool you. He's the reason I only have 1 good cardigan."

You look up at Tadashi without halting your petting of Mochi, your hand still in the clutches of the adorable calico kitty.

"But he's so cute though!"

Tadashi sighs, kneeling down with you. He scoops up Mochi in his arms, giving him a joking scowl.

"You've already infected them..."

Mochi meows in response, settling in Tadashi's arms. You still pet the cat, lightly scratching his chin. It purrs at the onslaught of attention. You both take a minute, not saying anything between Mochi's engine-like purrs.

Tadashi chuckles, before speaking up again to break the silence between you two.

"Okay, be straight with me... which one did you take a photo of? Was it a baby picture?"

Your eyes seemed to wander off.

"Photo? What photo? I don't know what a photo is..."

Tadashi says your name in a deadpan tone, raising an eyebrow at your antics. His suspicious expression meets yours as your look at him again. You huff.

"Fiiiiiiine... it was the dorky high school graduation one."

"The one with the glasses and braces?" You nod at him, feigning guilt. "Unbelievable."

You laugh in unison, panning your focus back to the photos with gentle, matching smiles. You point toward Hiro's graduation photo.

"I didn't know CW High had a middle school."

Tadashi pauses, glancing over the photo you were referring to. He smirks.

"They don't. This was Hiro's high school grad."

"But... what? So he graduated high school at—"

"Thirteen."

You feel your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline at Tadashi's claim, watching him chuckle at your apparent surprise.

"Yeah, that's how most people react... I remember all the scholarship offers. Letters, emails,— Hiro was wanted in schools outside of the city." Tadashi strokes Mochi's head one last time, before moving over to lay the cat on the couch. "He hated the interviews, though. And I don't blame him. Some of them were super invasive."

"He went for CW High on a scholarship, then?"

"We both did. During my last few high school years, I shared all my classes with him. It was a little annoying, but I'm kinda glad we went together."

You hum, looking back at the photo. "... were you ever jealous of him? I mean... he's a genius, and he's only 14." You've noticed that Tadashi's graduation photo has him sporting some medals and certificates, but not nearly as much as Hiro.

Tadashi pauses, not turning back around to you for a beat. When he does, his expression still holds a smile. "When I was younger, yeah. Apparently, when my mom and dad first told me I was getting a younger brother, I told them to 'cancel the delivery'."

You smile over at him, but you say nothing back, urging him to keep on talking.

"And when he finally came around, I didn't even want to be in the same room as him. For a whole week, I just moped around and didn't even try to give him a chance."

His voice became lower, softer, delivering his words with an intimacy and vulnerability reserved for sensitive, personal topics.

"Mom and dad were really patient with me, and I wish that... that I could've been better to Hiro when they were still here. When they died, he was only 3, and... it finally hit me that he was the only family I was gonna have for a long while. I just had to be someone he could look up to for answers."

You put a hand on his shoulders, ready to ground him back to reality if he got too caught up in the what-ifs. You could feel his shoulder loose tension under your touch, calming into a more relaxed posture.

"I guess it carries on, even 'till now... I have this intrusive thought that I always need to be there for Hiro. A-And of course, I need to be, but, I also have this weird... compulsion? Guilt? Something like that, y'know... the feeling of needing to.. to be better for him. It doesn't feel like enough, a lot of the time. Especially when I see him go off and get into trouble, 'cause I just know he can be so, so much more."

You weren't sure what to, or how to say anything appropriate in the moment. The air felt thicker, leaving you with less room to move and say things freely.

Tadashi's eyes seem to open up a little, suddenly aware of himself and where he was. And how far he took the conversation without meaning to.

"Sorry, I... I didn't mean to get that... real?" His hand comes up to rub his neck. "Shouldn't have dumped that all on you, I'm sorry."

You take off your hand from his shoulder to give him some space, but your expression stays supportive.

"Tadashi, it's fine, I asked. If anything, I think it's good you can talk to me about these things."

He meets your eyes, unblinking and completely concentrated on you and you alone. The attention makes chills run down your spine, but you don't seem all that afraid. Instead of space, you slowly cross your arms and move a little closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"If it's worth something... I think you're pretty great."

He turns his head down to you, raising an eyebrow with a closed-mouth smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You don't try and stop yourself when your eyes zero in on his lips. Your thoughts are unrelenting, constantly drumming up a million scenarios of where this moment could lead to.

Tadashi seems to forget that tonight was all a performance. That you weren't really his partner, and that you weren't really dating. You weren't really into him.

He dares to take the moment in his own hands, turning to lean into you.

"DINNER'S READY!"

Aunt Cass's voice rings bright and clear throughout the living room, cutting you two apart almost immediately. You step away from him while he stands still, slowly morphing his skin into that of a scarlet bell pepper.

"Uh. So. Uh..."

"Dinner?" You quickly respond, already feeling the fire starting up on the skin of your cheeks.

"Yep!" Tadashi squeaks, clearing his throat to bring his voice down to it's usual register. "Dinner."

You both walk to the dinner table in hasty steps. Mochi follows you both in a model-esque catwalk, striding without a care in the world.

"Meow."

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REVIEWER/BRAIN DUMP #3 (O-CHEM EXAM)

AROMATICITY:

Molecule= aromatic IF:

1. planar

2. cyclic

3. conjugated (fully)

4. follows Hukles Hückle's rule (4n +2π)

Aromatic: Benzene

Antiaromatic: Cyclibutadine Cyclobudadine Cly Cyclobutadine—

"Cy-clo-bu-ta-di-ene..."

You grumbled under your breath, begrudgingly scraping the correct spelling of the molecule into the worn page of your notebook. Throwing your head back, your finger swiftly presses pause on your 10 minute timer. With a soft sigh, you gently closed your laptop.

Past papers, active recall... When's the last time I've had a meal?

Your eyes scanned your desk briefly, taking in the chaotic, entangled mess of notebooks, pens, and papers. It wasn't unusual to have your desk like this— rather, it had only gotten worse when the semester was nearing its close, and final exams were looming around the corner.

Of course, your organic chemistry exam was a little over... a week after today. But considering the scope of the material, you couldn't afford to leave it to the last minute (which, from experience, never ends well for you.)

You needed a break. Desperately. Your past papers had started to stare back at you with carbon-rings and Lewis diagrams for eyes. You take a step out of your swivel chair, peeling your body outside of the slumped posture you held for so long.

A check at the clock tells you that it's well into 11pm, and you quickly surmise that you were probably the only person in the labs this late.

This room had been your habitat for 3 hours too long, and like an abused zoo animal, you wanted out. You could feel the starchy crust of sitting too long starting to colonize your skin and joints, the pinching ache that came after numbness already crept into your feet and thighs.

Glancing outside your lab, you blink your eyes back to the land of the living. A walk outside sounded good about now. SFIT's campus was relatively safe at night, with high-tech security systems set in place and guards lining the area outside, being out alone at night didn't scare you in the slightest.

You beeped your student ID into the sensor of your door, the heavy metal plate swinging open, closing again once you step outside. Your feet come to life and take you out of your stuffy lab, walking you a few paces to the next set of smart glass adjacent to yours. You didn't get too far.

Quick, rain-like typing came from the room next to yours. The clicking gave you a small chill, because now you knew that you weren't alone. Your body suddenly stood at attention, stiff as it moved closer to the tall, imposing panes of frosted glass.

You peer inside, trying to make out a figure in the cloud of nearly opaque medium. Your heart started to pick up now, racing at the thought of finding an unwanted visitor in one of the most isolated parts of the student labs. Steady, slow hands reach in your back pocket for your phone.

When you found nothing, the fear started to dissipate. You started to slow your breathing, in and out

–THUNK!

You shrieked, suddenly met with a human figure pressed right up against the glass. The smart glass became transparent, giving you no sense of a barrier between you and the intruder. Whatever it was, it was tall, staring right at you, with big eyes and big hands and a green t-shirt and-and-and—

It started to laugh as quickly as it came to you. You blink, so utterly confused.

Tadashi comes around, unsticking himself from his window and opening his door for you. He's still laughing, nearly doubling down in his joy.

"You— scare way too easily."

After a bit, you calm yourself down enough to give him a deeply offended pout. You hit his shoulder. "That's not funny, Tadashi! I thought you left for the day! I was ready to call the police!"

After a few more hits to his shoulder and a good few laughs, he smiles apologetically at you.

"I'm sorry, sorry... I did leave for the day. But I forgot something, came back, messed around with my final project for a bit, and the next thing I knew, it was 10 o'clock. I saw you peering in and couldn't pass up the opportunity."

"Ugh, you jerk."

Rolling your eyes, you smirk yourself now, the hilarity of the situation finally hitting you through the cloud of mild annoyance.

Watching you laugh along with him, an easy simper graced his face, simply content at seeing you happy. When he realized he was staring, he came to his senses, jolting to attention. After clearing his throat, he gently nudges his head toward the inside of his lab.

"Wanna come in?"

You follow him inside without a word, taking in the familiar surroundings of his lab. It was definitely the space of an engineering student. Bits and bobs around and on the desk, haphazard little storage systems with contents that don't match the labels, and the big, circular window you've taken a nap in way too many times to remember.

It was definitely a lived-in space. And not just by Tadashi. You'd come by every now and then, ever since he had earned the space all the way back in sophomore year. And after you got your lab, a symbiotic relationship had sparked between you two.

It was a simple exchange. Whenever you were bored out of your mind and crazy from your course's chemistry content, you came over and watched him sketch a design or run diagnostic tests. When he got bored of soldering a circuit or debugging code, he came over and helped you review your chemistry terms. Both of you had gotten so used to each other, the grooves of each of your hands worked fingerprints into the other's daily routine. You had gotten so comfortable with each other to the point that physical touch and affection wasn't so strange anymore, despite only being friends. Of course, long talks with your close friend where you sometimes cuddle can lead to something that can't be encompassed in a typical platonic relationship.

It was cliche, but you've developed feelings for your best friend and lab mate.

But, to you, feelings weren't as easy as solving an unbalanced equation, or detangling some unruly wires. Tadashi was smart, handsome, tall, and most notably, the kindest person you've ever met. You'd just assumed that he had a partner already, or at least, you weren't even on his mind in terms of romantic partnership.

That was okay, though. You didn't need Tadashi to like you back. You just needed him to keep talking to you. So your feelings were safely tucked away in a box, put on a shelf in your mind. Not hidden, nor forgotten... merely put to the side in favor of someone more important, where it gathered dust and cobwebs and everything that stuck to something unimportant.

Tadashi makes a beeline for his desk with the blue screens, messing around with a coding terminal on one.

"Is your final project doing okay?" You mused, running a hand over one of the other desks. You picked up a little loose screw, putting it away in its appropriate little drawer.

He turned to you, lighting up with an excited expression. His smirk goes bigger, brighter. He takes your hand, leading you toward the big circular window at the end of his room, with a small red capsule-looking mechanism below it. He doesn't register what he's done until he looks at you again. With your mildly surprised expression, his eyes find your intertwined hands. His eyebrows hoist up his eyelids, and he quickly lets go of your hand. A subtle blush comes across his face. The hand holding yours rubbed the back of his neck– as if looking for an off-switch to turn down the red lights glowing from within his cheeks.

"Sorry, I was excited, and— god, I should've... asked..." "It's alright..."

You reassured him, returning his grin with a beam of your own. Tadashi swore his face got even hotter, before clearing his throat once more, re-focusing on the task at hand.

He took his left hand, hovering it close to your face. It was your turn to blush now. From where you were standing, he looked like he was about to cup your face and lean into you. Instead, his hand shifts at the last minute, plucking a hair from your head.

"Ouch— what the hell, Tadashi!?!"

You yelped, about to tell him off for the second time that night. The annoyance surges up in you like sea water in high tide. Just when it was about to reach it's summit, the small red capsule seemed to come alive.

A circular light turns on, going around fully before blinking twice. The red capsule opens, and like a scene from Transformers, it falls away mechanically. The white inside of the capsule is now fully exposed.

It inflates into what appears to be a puffy, white... thing. It has a face, consisting of two black dots and a line in the middle of them, a chubby belly, arms, and legs.

"What on earth..." Your irritation gives way to wonder as you watch the big, white.... thing— move out of the disassembled capsule and into the room, waddling clumsily toward you. Tadashi walks behind his creation, a proud, smug smile on his face.

The robot stops about three feet in front of you, raising its hand in a friendly gesture. It waves in a circular motion, too robotic to be human, but so strangely endearing.

"Hello! I am Baymax; your personal healthcare companion. I was alerted to the need for medical attention when you said: 'Ouch! What the hell, Tadashi!'"

You blinked in amazement as it spoke, your lips breaking into a cheerful, shocked smile as it repeated your crude words in a monotone cadence. You chuckled at the sight of Tadashi behind the robot, mouthing and imitating the robot's words in a silly, theatrical manner. The robot's chest lights up in a rectangle screen.

"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"

"Oh. A... one? It doesn't really hurt anymore, Tadashi just plucked out one of my hairs..."

You locked eyes with Tadashi, a playful glare present in your eyes. You matched his goofy energy, placing two hands on your heart, closing your eyes and looking off to the side in a manner only done by hurting heroines in a telenovela.

"But! I.... am very hurt. And offended. By the actions of my friend here! Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually!"

Tadashi pouts at your words, a look that quickly melts into a look of adoration as your dramatic display fades into a fit of snickers.

Baymax blinks, tilting its head.

"You are claiming to be mentally distressed due to the actions of your friend. Conflict resolution is the quickest way to resolve any problems within interpersonal relationships. Would you like me to simulate conflict resolution as a mediator?" You stare up at the robot, unsure of how to respond. "Uh, no, no, I was just, uhm... joking. With my friend."

Tadashi's smile falters a little at the latter part of your sentence, but perks right back up. He pats Baymax on the shoulder.

"It's alright, buddy. I'll code the tell-tale signs of banter into your system a little later." He turns to you, cupping his mouth. "Emotional stuff isn't his strong suit just yet." You nod in understanding, circling the adorably puffy robot with great interest. It follows you, stubby legs moving to rotate itself as you slowly walk around it. "A vinyl robot?" Tadashi crosses his arms, nodding with a smirk. "Yeah... it's a material I worked with a lot in my projects, and I figured it lent itself well to the whole "huggable" concept I was aiming for."

"Huh... really cute."

Tadashi nods, following behind you. "Yep. I wanted him to be friendly. He's gonna be working with the elderly and kids, and, well, everybody." You finished your round around Baymax, now looking into the "eyes" on his head. You look over the unit for a long time, muttering little whispers of praise under your breath. It was revolutionary enough for Tadashi to innovate creatively for the assignments he was given in class— but to make such a complex mechanism, a robot nurse, all on his own? That was like magic to you.

Behind you, you were blissfully unaware of the happy little gaze that displayed itself so blatantly on Tadashi's face. The signature look of someone who wasn't just seeing something else, but rather, cherishing it. Using the eyes as vessels to hold the vision of something too important to not picture in one's mind.

What you were unaware of, Baymax was hyperconscious about. His eyes turned toward Tadashi, running a scan discretely.

"Tadashi. Your neurotransmitter levels have increased greatly. Your heart rate has done the same. You are either in cardiovascular pain, or you are infatua—"

Tadashi snaps out of whatever trance he seemed to be in, waving his hands defensively, quickly moving between you and his robot. He covers the area below Baymax's eyes, interrupting the incoming diagnosis. "Ah buh-buh-buh, noooope! No cardiovascular pain here, haha... None at all."

You raise an eyebrow, suddenly concerned for the man in front of you. You touch a hand to his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay? Cardiovascular pain sounds serious, you shouldn't keep it under wraps. I know how you are with these types of things..." Tadashi's face heats up again, blushing coming back onto his cheeks. He turns toward you, looking like a guilty puppy who found out where you keep the treats.

"Yeah, no, it's... it's probably an error with his code, y'know, cause-and-effect reasoning errors. Nothing I can't fix."

"My last diagnostic rendered no errors—"

Tadashi's hand moves without him looking, covering the same spot on Baymax's head. The robot blinked, and if he could express emotions, he'd be thoroughly unimpressed.

Your eyes open up a bit in shock, before your lips curve into a small beam. For the nth time that evening, a snort bubbles out of your throat. Tadashi's blush worsens. He shakes his head, trying to regain control of the situation. "Uh, anyway, that's my project."

"He's amazing, Tadashi. You're amazing. I mean, how'd you even come up with this stuff? It's so cool..." Baymax looks down.

"Tadashi, your knees are losing stability and are at risk of giving out—"

"Hahaha, wow, Baymax is making a lot of errors today, aren't you, buddy? Gotta be real thorough when debugging you later."

Tadashi awkwardly pats Baymax's shoulder a little too aggressively.

Sensing a charged energy in the room, you slowly back up.

"I should probably leave you to that, right? I was gonna go on a walk to clear my head, so, I better get on that, too." Tadashi's face softens, his voice rounding out into a lower, gentler tone.

"You want me to come with? Being alone on campus might not be the best idea."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really? I dunno, SFIT''s really safe, even at night. And don't you need to work on..." You gesture to the big white puffball of vinyl behind him. He looks back, before looking at you once more.

"Baymax can wait. You can't. I know being alone isn't your strong suit. Besides, you can never be too careful at night."

A warm sensation circulates itself on the skin of your back at his suggestion and just how attentive he had to be to notice your aversion to being alone. Despite your inherent dislike of loneliness, you wouldn't be opposed to being alone with Tadashi. "Sure. I'm sure you could keep me safe, right?" In your words, Tadashi's quickening heart rate makes him realize that he would be undeniably opposed to being alone with you, on a long walk, at night, where he was very vulnerable to saying something he couldn't take back. He panics, and blurts out the first thing he could think of.

"Let's bring Baymax." You turn back, giving him a quizzical look.

"Bring Baymax...?" In real time, you watched as Tadashi wracked his brain for a reason for why he said what he said. Just when his eyes were about to blue screen, Baymax spoke up.

"While walking is a great exercise to improve overall health, walking at night poses many safety risks. Walking in groups minimizes the chances of unwanted events."

"...Yep! Took the words right out of my mouth. Thanks, buddy." Tadashi gave you a too-wide grin, but you relent.

"Why not? The more the merrier."

You smile, turning back to walk out the lab. Tadashi sighs quietly in relief, following after you. With a little bit of difficulty, Baymax squeezes past the door out of Tadashi's lab, waddling after you both.

Once out of the labs, you walk as a trio into the icy night air. You breathe it in, glad to have some reprieve from the stagnant oxygen you've been inhaling for the day. You turn to Tadashi once you're a few meters away from the labs, curious.

"So... approximately how many medical procedures could he do?" You nudge your head toward Baymax, who was diligently toddling after you two like a vigilant sentinel.

Tadashi smiles, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Ten-thousand."

"Ten thousand!?!"

You gaped at him as he threw his head back in a hearty laugh. When he looked at you again, he raised an eyebrow.

"And how about you? Studying for chem going okay?" "What's the fastest way to shut you up?" You retorted, lazily smirking.

Your walk takes you to the bridge over the small man-made river on campus. Thus far, you've traveled a short distance across the wide land expanse of SFIT, more toward the secluded area with less city lights there to obstruct your view of the stars. San Fransokyo was a great city, and there was no denying it. Though, the constant blaring of neon signs, streetlights, and billboards left much to be desired to someone who loved to gaze up at the stars.

The silence settled like a blanket around you and Tadashi. It didn't beg to be filled with conversation, nor did it wrap around you suffocatingly. It was... comfortable. Reassuring.

It gave you time to just be, without needing to think too much or present yourself in the best way imaginable.

And Tadashi, in spite of the blushing mess he was back at the labs, the walk seemed to calm him down as well. The quiet gave him time to gather his thoughts, to calm his heart into a steady rhythm. He never knew how... oblivious you could be to how he felt. Not that he minded. It just seemed too obvious to him. Tadashi would stare, giving his full attention to you and only you. You were the first person his eyes wandered to in a crowded room. The person he thought of when he saw little trinkets while shopping. Someone he could rely on to take care of him, when all his life he's had to manage other people.

It's not like his home life with Hiro and Aunt Cass made him hate taking care of people, and Aunt Cass didn't parentify him or anything. She did the best she could, taking care of him and Hiro as they grew up. She couldn't help that sometimes, things fell through the cracks. Tadashi could see his family at their worst, and had delegated himself to be the person they ran to whenever life got too much. When Hiro got bullied at school for being too young, or when Aunt Cass was worrying about their finances, he, at 10, 16, or 20 years old, took it upon himself to be the rock. The one thing they could count on when everything seemed to be out of place.

This role bled into every facet of his life. He had to help out. He had to turn a perfect assignment in. He had to help a struggling peer. Because if Tadashi wasn't helping someone, then who would?

You broke him out of this role. You held his hand through his toughest breakdowns and held him when he couldn't ask for help. He admired you so, so much. The way you carried yourself, the way you spoke up for other people, the way you always tried to better yourself. You were intelligent, skilled, and more resilient than anyone else. Even if you tore yourself down every now and then (which he vehemently rejected) you were sure of yourself. Someone independent, who wasn't afraid to mess up, pick yourself back up and keep going.

But Tadashi wouldn't dare put you in a box, or label you as "just" his safe place. You made him want to be better. To improve himself and be the best version of Tadashi he could ever possibly be. People like you made the world a better place, and if Tadashi could emulate a fraction of what you give him, maybe he could do the same.

He wanted you to know how he saw you, but, what confession would be good enough for his special person? This was the question that made him keep his feelings hidden, to do everything in his power to conceal how he felt until the perfect moment.

You deserved the best of everything.

You both leaned on the sturdy wood of the bridge, watching as the water moved slowly below. You were the only to break the silence between you both.

"Something on your mind?" Tadashi turned to you, big, brown irises filled to the brink with unadulterated veneration for you.

"No. Not really... just. Thinking about you."

The words were tumbling out before he could stop them. But, strangely, he didn't attempt to. He watched as your eyes got wider.

"Oh. About... me?"

Tadashi decides that it's time. He's waited so long for the perfect moment that the present could slip away from him at any given instant—

"Tadashi. Your heart rate is increasing once again, and your neurotransmitter levels are once again elevated. Would you like me to call the ambulance for your cardiovascular disease–"

"Jesus– Buddy!"

Tadashi jumped at the sudden noise, yelping, cutting through the peaceful evening atmosphere. You took a moment before doubling over in laughter.

"See!? Not so funny when it's you, huh?"

Tadashi opens his mouth to retort, before accepting that you were right. He'd rather let you have your revenge than be snarky right now, anyway. Turning to Baymax, he sighs.

"For the last time, I'm not having a heart attack."

"My scan suggests that you are either experiencing a heart attack, or you are experiencing the human emotion of 'infatuation' or 'romantic attraction'. Which is defined by a physiological stress response in the body, including symptoms like: a racing heart, mood swings, sweaty palms, 'butterflies'—"

"It's... it's the second one."

By now, you abandon your laughing fit for full awareness at the conversation between Tadashi and Baymax. Your mind races, hopeful and on edge for what may come next.

Tadashi turns from Baymax to you, inhaling deeply. "This isn't... how I wanted it to come out. I really wanted something perfect for you, and, even if it isn't ideal... I'd rather have you know how I feel, rather than wait for a perfect moment that may never come."

Stepping closer, your eyes meet his, and he refuses to let go of your attention for even a second.

"I have feelings for you. You're so capable, and intelligent, and... I-I feel like you don't make me freak out and pressure myself unnecessarily. And that's rare. I mean, I relax around you. But, don't get the wrong idea. You're not just someone who I can relax around, you... you make me want to be better. So... that's how I feel. You don't have to say anything now, or even accept my feelings. I just... really wanted you to know—"

It turns out, the fastest way to shut up Tadashi Hamada, is a soft, gentle kiss.

Baymax is watching it go down like (•-•)

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