#aunt cass

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NSFW 3d Cartoon Ai Generator: Ai Video of Aunt Cass (Character's Age: 18+) ✨️🔞📽

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Hello. I am Baymax. And… congratulations.🎊

Warning: mentions of pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, character death (Tadashi Hamada), grief and loss, mourning, emotional hurt/comfort, single parenthood, childbirth mention (non-graphic), canon-typical tragedy, healing after loss, reunion, soft angst with a hopeful ending, found family, Baymax being precious, Big Hero 6 canon-compliant (as much I as I could), established relationship, bittersweet tone, mentions of intimacy (non-explicit), emotional vulnerability, comfort and closure (I guess), gentle domestic moments, protective Aunt Cass, Hiro being a good uncle, legacy of love and invention

🎪✨Ringmaster’s Emotional Breakdown Under the Big Top✨🎪

Confession time, my dear audience this piece was actually written a while ago. I didn’t post it then because, truthfully, your Ringmaster was drowning in a cloud of glittered gloom. But alas, the time has come to set it free before it festers in the dusty corners of my notes forever. Now, before we begin let it be known: TADASHI IS ALIVE. I say this with my whole chest as they drag me kicking and screaming toward the nearest mental institute. He’s alive, I tell you! They’re lying to us! Also… I must apologise if you were expecting fluff and sunshine this fine morning/evening. Instead, I’ve brought angst and emotional devastation wrapped in sparkly paper. I couldn’t hold this one back any longer if I’m going to suffer from my own ideas, then by the power of the circus, we’re all crying together. So grab a tissue, take a seat, and let’s spiral gracefully. Signed between sobs, sparkles, and slight delusion, your Ringmaster 🎭🖤

WARNING SAD AND POSSIBLY TRIGGERING AHEAD (please swipe off if you feel triggered, I mean well).

Masterlist Buy Me Chaos?

The lab’s fluorescents hummed with their usual, cozy headache while the white vinyl of Tadashi’s test corner squeaked under sneakers. Every camera he’d gaffer-taped to the corners of his workspace blinked their little red recording lights there had to be six by now because if there was anything Tadashi Hamada loved as much as building, it was archiving every stumble on the way to perfect.

And in the background of almost all those archives was her.

In one clip, YN leaned into frame with a gloved hand and a screw between her teeth, hair tied into a high, practical ponytail and when she glanced up, her eyes caught the overhead light it made her eyes shine in a way that always made Tadashi blink like he was seeing galaxies. She wore a fitted lab tee under a navy shop coat, the belt cinched at her waist before it flared over her hips. Every time he muttered, “Okay, Baymax… version… uh, I lost count,” she giggled from off-screen or waggled her fingers at whatever cam he’d forgotten to turn off.

That afternoon, the giggles turned into a breathless little gasp.

“Okay,” Tadashi said, stepping back and snapping his fingers with a grin that made his eyes fold. “Okay he’s ready. I think he’s actually ready.” He crouched, pressing his fingers to the charging bay. “Baymax?”

The vinyl inflated with a friendly whoomp. The soft white shape unfolded, smiled with those dot eyes and line mouth, and pitched forward with the minimal grace of a balloon discovering knees.

“Hello,” Baymax intoned. “I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.”

YN clapped, cheeks warm. “He did the voice! He did the voice.”

Tadashi threw her a look that was half triumph, half terror. “Scan?”

Baymax’s eyes brightened faintly. “Scanning.” A cool breeze feeling, the hum of diagnostics YN had helped route half of those subroutines when the diagnostic graphing would hang on system load. She knew what the sweep felt like. Still, it made her stand a little straighter, hands folded under her chest.

”Your neurotransmitter levels are within expected ranges,” Baymax reported. “Respiration normal. Heart rate elevated, likely due to excitement.” His head ticked toward YN. “Hydration adequate. Musculoskeletal markers… normal.”

“Normal is good,” Tadashi said, choked. He laced his fingers with YN’s for exactly one squeeze that made a promise and a prayer out of cartilage and skin.

Baymax’s optics clicked a fraction. “Early prenatal indicators detected.”

Silence swallowed the lab’s hum.

“Wait…what?” Tadashi said, voice up a full octave.

Baymax looked from one to the other, helpful as ever. “My scan suggests the presence of an embryo. You are healthy,” he told YN, “and I recommend folate-rich foods and gentle exercise. Would you like a list of recipes appropriate for the early stages of pregnancy?”

YN’s mouth fell open. She was sure her eyes went all dazed at once. “I—um—” She laughed, a bewildered, breathy sound, and then her free hand flew to her flat stomach like it belonged there already. “Did he—? Bay, c-could you… scan me again? Just in case?”

“Affirmative.” Another pass, a softer hum. “Confirmed. Estimated gestational age: approximately three weeks.”

Three weeks. Her brain immediately hopped back across a calendar sticky notes, the little star Tadashi had drawn on their dorm whiteboard the night they’d eaten anniversary cake with plastic forks at 2 a.m., the way they’d both been too giddy and too in love to be as careful as usual. Her cheeks burned. She peeked sideways.

Tadashi was staring like someone had unsoldered all his joints. Then he inhaled deep, steady and when he looked at her again it was with that careful, gentle steadiness that had coaxed Baymax to life one patient adjustment at a time.

“Hey,” he said, fingers finding hers again, grounding. “Are you okay?”

“I…” She tried to find words around the fizzing in her chest. Her lips curved, tremulous. “Yeah. I think so. Are… you?”

He nodded too many times, then laughed, helpless. “I don’t know. I mean—I—yes. I…” His eyes went wet and bright. “We’re okay. You’re healthy. That’s….That’s the important part.”

Baymax tilted his head. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your emotional overwhelm?”

“Eleven,” they said together, and the laughter that tangled out of them eased something taut and shining between their ribs.

That evening, long after the lab lights dimmed to their sleepy night mode, they sat shoulder to shoulder on the cold floor, backs against the charging cabinet, legs stretched out. Baymax powered down inside with a polite bing, like they were all just roommates agreeing on quiet hours.

“Baby’s a bit early,” YN said softly, palm spread over her still-flat belly.

“Yeah,” Tadashi said, forehead tipping to hers. He thumbed away a tear she hadn’t noticed. “I was going to marry you anyway.” It came out neat, unadorned, like a fact he’d measured and triple-checked. “Kids were on the whiteboard. Just… later. But later can move. It’s okay. I’m in. We’ll tell Cass and Hiro after the showcase. We’ll tell everyone. We’ll make it work.”

She held his face, kissed his smile, kissed the future they were suddenly holding. “Don’t you dare run from me,” she murmured against his mouth.

“Never,” he said, and she believed him.

(Warning death)

The night of the SFIT showcase smelled like ozone and there was a shine to everything: fresh banners, extravagant prototypes, a thousand futures on plinths. YN had her hair half-up,

waves clipped back with a slender tortoiseshell comb, a swipe of liner, a soft pink lip that matched exactly the natural hue he teased her about when she forgot makeup in the lab. The fitted black dress she wore under her smart blazer hugged her slight bump that wasn’t a bump yet, just a secret warming beneath her hand.

Hiro’s microbots stole the night. YN whooped so loud Tadashi laughed and pretended to be embarrassed, arm slung around her waist like he couldn’t help it. Then came fire wrong, hungry, fast. Sirens. Smoke. Panic. The sound of a city choking.

They managed to get out the building until…

“Professor Callaghan’s still in there!” someone yelled.

Tadashi’s arm went tense. YN grabbed his sleeve, fingers hard. “Tadashi—”

“Professor Callaghan’s in there,” he said, eyes gone razor sharp.

“Let the firefighters—” She stepped in front of him. The building coughed smoke. The crowd turned into a wave with no shoreline. “Tadashi, please.”

He exhaled once, like pulling an arrow to his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

“Tadashi.”

He kissed her short, fierce, forever. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

He ran.

She went after him, got as far as the police tape, the heat slapping her skin. A firefighter hauled her backward and by the time she screamed his name, the doors belched flame and the world came apart at the seams.

(somebody sedate me… but this is the end of the traumatic scene)

The funeral was all muted colors and too many chairs. Aunt Cass moved like someone holding a tray piled high with everything and determined not to spill. Hiro’s eyes were burnt down to embers. Honey Lemon, Go Go, Wasabi, and Fred stood as if a wind had blown through their rib cages and left banners there instead of lungs.

YN wore black and a little veil because she needed something between her and the world for a few hours. She held her own hands because she needed something to hold. When it was over when the casseroles had been covered and the guests had said the same kind words in ten different voices she found Cass by the café’s sink, sleeves rolled up, wrists slick with soap.

“Aunt Cass,” YN said, the honorific catching on grief.

Cass turned, saw her, and didn’t pretend. She dried hastily and wrapped YN up, chin tucked into her hair, hand rubbing circles between her shoulder blades like she could make sense out of a body that wouldn’t stop shaking. “Sweetie.”

“We were gonna tell you,” YN whispered into the cotton of Cass’s cardigan. “After the showcase. We were going to tell you and Hiro.” She pulled back enough to press a trembling palm to her belly. “I’m pregnant.”

Cass’s mouth shaped a word and then she just held her again, harder. “Oh, honey.”

“It hurts too much to be here,” YN confessed. “Every corner—every mug—everything is him.” She forced the words out like stones from her throat. “I think I have to go away for a while. I don’t know where yet. Just… away.”

Cass nodded, eyes bright but steady. “Wherever you go, you always have a place here. Do you hear me? Always.” She cupped YN’s face. “We’ll tell Hiro when… when I can get him to… when he can hear it. I’ll protect him with it until then.”

“Thank you,” YN said, and meant for the permission to flee, for the hold, for loving her like she was already family.

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There are ways grief rearranges a life you thought you’d measured perfectly. YN found a small sublet with a window that watched the ocean beat itself against rocks and listened to the rhythm until sleep remembered her name. She had a midwife with warm hands and a clinic that didn’t ask questions she couldn’t answer without tasting smoke. She tuned the world out until the world grew under her palm, kicking, announcing.

When her daughter was born, the hospital room filled with sound a newborn’s righteous complaint, and YN’s small, shocked laugh that turned into a sob halfway through. The nurse laid the baby on YN’s chest, and for a second everything Tadashi had been folded itself back into existence the shape of the eyebrows, the dimple that threatened when she frowned, the exact curl of hair at the crown that would not lie flat.

“Hi,” YN whispered, voice shredded with joy. “Hi, baby.” She kissed a damp, furious forehead. The baby blinked up, unfocused, mouth rooting for the world, and YN felt her heart attach itself to something outside her body and call it home.

She named her Akari light because Tadashi had always been her north star, and because Cass deserved a syllable in the middle that sounded like “care.” When the nurse asked for a last name, YN’s fingers trembled and then steadied. “Hamada,” she said. “She is Tadashi’s.”

At night, YN sang softly the silly lab songs Tadashi made up to keep his hands moving, the lullabies Cass had hummed when they crashed on the café couch after too many study nights, her own nonsense words. She knitted a tiny beanie in charcoal yarn with a red stripe because of course she did. Akari slept with one fist clenched and one opened like she was catching moonbeams.

Two months past since the birth of Akari and on the news, far away, the world kept heating and cooling. A masked figure on a tidal wave of microbots. Factory explosions. Bridges bending. YN turned the volume down and pressed her nose to Akari’s hair until the smell of baby and shampoo filled every empty place in her lungs. She drafted messages to Hiro and didn’t send them. She wrote letters and tucked them into a shoebox Your brother would tell you to look for the good. I see him every time she yawns. I see him in your stubbornness, too. Eat, please.

Akari learned to smile first with her eyes and then with her entire body, the dimple making a cameo in every grin. The first time she rolled over, YN whooped into the quiet apartment and cried into a dish towel because victory and grief can fit in a single small moment and still feel unbearable.

(It get better from here I promise)

It was not a headline that brought YN back. It wasn’t even the masked villain’s arrest or the explosion of press about SFIT’s alumni saving the city. It was a silence.

There was a night months later the sky over San Fransokyo clear as glass, the bridge lights making a necklace across the water when YN dreamed of Tadashi on the lab floor again. Only this time, when Baymax chirped awake, he reached not for Tadashi but for the small, solemn baby watching with wide eyes from her stroller. He said, Hello, I am Baymax, and Akari grinned until her cheeks rounded like mochi.

YN woke with her decision already made it was time to go home.

She braided her hair into a long (or as how you want your hair), sleek rope that lay down her back a practical traveler’s choice. Her makeup was quite a line at her lash, soft pink at her lips. She wore a fitted cream sweater tucked into dark high-waisted trousers that hugged her waist and eased over her hips, and a wool coat the color of fog. Akari, nine months and queen of all expressions, wore her tiny beanie with the red stripe and a quilted jacket that made her look like a very fashionable dumpling.

They took an early flight, then the streetcar, then, with her heart punching her ribs like a fist, the short walk up to the Lucky Cat Café. The bell over the door gave its jaunty jingle. The smell coffee, sugar, warmed cinnamon hit her like a memory given shape.

Aunt Cass straightened from a tray of muffins, blinked at the stroller, blinked again, and then her face did a wonderful, complicated thing shock opening into joy, joy drowning in grief, grief alchemising into welcome. “Oh—oh my gosh.” She rushed around the counter, wiped her hands on her apron without looking, and pulled YN into a hug that made the world stop shaking.

“You kept her safe,” Cass said into YN’s hair. “You kept her so safe.”

“I’m sorry I left,” YN said, voice small. “I had to learn how to breathe without him.”

Cass nodded against her temple. “You came back. That’s what matters.”

Akari made a small, extremely important noise. Cass bent to the stroller and then froze. “Tadashi,” she whispered, hand to her mouth. Akari blinked at her, solemn for exactly one heartbeat, and then giggled so hard her whole body bounced. Cass laughed and cried at the same time. “Hi, little light.”

They were in the middle of that stunned, soft chaos when the front door jangled again. Hiro stepped in with a duffel slung over his shoulder and Baymax squeezed in behind him, followed by Go Go, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, and Fred in a loose cluster that looked like a team that had been to war, won, and still remembered exactly how it had felt. Their scuffed sneakers, the sticky strip of medical tape on Hiro’s forearm, the spark burns on Honey’s sleeve it all said after.

“Cass, we—” Hiro started, then saw YN. He stopped. He looked smaller and older at once. His gaze slid, pulled as if by a magnet, to the stroller.

“Hi,” YN said, suddenly shy, which she had never been in front of this kid. “I’m sorry I didn’t—It was too hard.” She swallowed. “This is… Akari.”

“Akari,” Hiro repeated, like the taste of the word came with salt. He hesitated but stepped closer, slow, as if a sudden move might make reality change its mind. Akari peered up at him from under her stripey beanie, evaluated this new human with severe, nine-month-old gravity, and then reached out a hand—small, soft, determined.

Hiro’s breath hitched. He offered her a finger. Akari closed her fist around it and refused to relinquish.

Something cracked open in Hiro’s face. The grief didn’t vanish, but it shifted, made room. “Hi, kid,” he said, voice rough. “I’m—um. I’m your uncle Hiro.” He glanced at YN, helpless. “She looks like him.”

“I know,” YN said, and then they were both laughing a little because the alternative was sobbing into the pastry case.

A warm presence rounded the group. “New patient detected,” Baymax said, kneeling with a whir of servos until his round eyes were level with Akari’s. “Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.”

Akari squealed, a full-body flail of delight, and kicked her quilted dumpling legs. YN laughed, hand flying to her mouth. Cass wiped at her cheeks in wonder.

“May I scan the infant?” Baymax asked, hands hovering like marshmallows in a snow globe.

YN nodded. “Please.”

“Scanning.” A gentle hum. “Temperature: normal. Heart rate: normal. Growth metrics: within expected ranges. She is healthy. I can provide a list of age-appropriate foods to support cognitive development.”

Fred slapped both hands to his cheeks. “I am weeping,” he announced. “Look at this small Hamada! She is, like, the deluxe collector’s edition Tadashi now with drool!”

“Fred,” Go Go said without heat, though the corner of her mouth ticked upward. She leaned over, the black of her bob shining like lacquer. “Hey, mini-Dashi.”

Wasabi hovered at exactly the distance of a man who wanted to help but feared knocking into the entire pastry rack. “Do we—uh—baby-proof the lab? We should baby-proof the lab. There are blades. There are lasers, you guys.”

Honey Lemon clasped her hands and vibrated at a molecular level. “She is so precious. YN, you look beautiful. I mean, you always do, but like glowy? Do you want oat milk? Do you want three oat milks?” She was already behind the counter, making drinks and labeling them in bubble letters as if her body had decided the appropriate response to emotion was beverages.

Hiro still hadn’t let go of Akari’s hand. He swallowed, eyes fixed on her tiny knuckles. “Why didn’t you…?” He trailed off, regret carving valleys through his words before they could be mean.

“Because every street looked like him,” YN said softly. “Every cup. Every doorknob. I wanted to keep breathing for her.” She reached, brushed a curl off Hiro’s forehead the way she’d done before midterms and messes. “I wrote you a hundred letters I didn’t send. Do you want them?”

He nodded, quick. “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Baymax’s head turned, studying Hiro. “Hiro,” he said. “Your cortisol is elevated. Your heart rate is elevated. Would you like a lollipop?”

“Yes,” Hiro said, earnest as a kid, and Baymax produced a lollipop from some improbable compartment. Cass laughed, the sound more whole than it had been in a year.

They crowded around a café table that had been the site of a thousand plans and a hundred disasters. Honey slid mugs in, Go Go shoved napkins at anyone who looked like they might cry, Fred narrated Akari’s every blink as if she were an Oscar campaign. Wasabi relocated three knives to a shelf six inches higher and looked much better.

YN sat with Akari on her lap, the baby facing outward to survey her kingdom. YN’s eyes met Go Go’s glance, the quiet understanding there as loud as any speech. When she caught Wasabi’s fretful eye, she smiled and said, “We’ll put caps on the table corners.” To Honey, she said, “Two oat milks is perfect.” To Fred, she deadpanned, “Collector’s edition comes with a built-in spit-up feature.”

Akari discovered the wonder that was Baymax’s vinyl and patted him reverently. Baymax obligingly extended a finger. The baby latched onto it and considered the properties of the polymer with extreme scientific focus.

“May I suggest that the infant not chew on microbot residuals?” Baymax added, swiveling politely to fix Hiro with a patient stare.

“Got it,” Hiro said, then looked at YN. “We—uh. We kind of saved the city.”

“I heard,” YN said, pride and terror twining. “I’m proud of you.” She looked at Baymax, at the redistribution of Tadashi in all their faces. “He’d be proud.”

Silence, gentle and heavy. Then Fred sniffed. “He’d also say: wash your suits. We smell like victory and sea monster.”

Go Go smirked. “He’d say ‘Dinner. Then tinkering.’ In that order.”

“He’d say, ‘I love you, knucklehead,’” Cass added, voice wobbling one last time into a smile.

Baymax’s eyes glowed faintly, as if some memory in his chip warmed along with them. “Tadashi Hamada programmed me to care,” he said simply. “I will care for you and for Akari.”

YN’s throat tightened. “Thank you, Bay.”

Hiro looked up, eyes bright, some new constellation forming. “Do you—Are you staying? Here?”

“If you’ll have me,” YN said. She didn’t realise she’d been holding her breath until his answering nod let it out.

“Then… yeah,” he said. “Please. We—um. We’re a team.” He glanced at his friends. “Right?”

Wasabi straightened, solemn. “Absolutely.”

Honey Lemon made a heart with her hands so enthusiastically that it almost became a full-body gesture. “Family!”

Go Go flicked her gum into the trash and leaned back in her chair like she would die before being earnest on purpose. “Don’t make me say it,” she said, which was her way of saying it.

Fred spread his arms. “Big Hero Six… and a half!” he declared. “Tiny hero. Tiny but ferocious.”

Akari blew a spit bubble that could have felled armies.

They ate. They laughed. They made a list: baby-proof the lab, find a crib that fit in YN’s little room upstairs, make space on the photo wall. Cass dug out a frame and asked if YN had a picture to put inside. YN slid a worn photo across: Tadashi on the floor of the lab, back against the charging cabinet, smiling up at the camera with a screwdriver in his teeth; her in his hoodie, hair a tumble over her shoulder, kissing his temple Baymax in the background mid-inflate, arms half out like he hadn’t decided whether to hug yet.

They hung the photo beside the register. The bell over the door jingled for customers. The city outside kept glittering, traffic threading the streets like beads on wire. Inside, the team’s laughter and the baby’s squeals knitted themselves through the café’s steam and clatter, a new pattern working itself into the old weave.

Later, when the rush died, YN took Akari upstairs. She set the baby on the bed and half-let down her braid. Akari, unsatisfied with the day’s level of chaos, rolled her way to the edge and thumped a fist into YN’s thigh like a tiny judge calling court to order. YN scooped her up and swayed, humming one of Tadashi’s nonsense melodies, eyes on the window that looked out into a city they’d both learn again.

There would be time to figure out how to finish degrees and change diapers, to solder in snatches while Akari napped, to help Hiro in the lab and remember to put outlet covers on everything Wasabi looked at with dread. There would be anniversaries they kept differently. There would be nights where grief arrived like a weather front and mornings where Baymax handed out lollipops for cortisol spikes and Akari tried to put them all in her mouth.

For now: this. A baby snuffling against her collarbone. A family’s footsteps below. A picture on the wall that said we were and we are in the same breath.

Downstairs, the bell rang again. Somewhere in the city, a siren rose and fell and rose. And when it did, six friends and one small girl who’d always known the cadence of bravery would learn together how to answer it.

End…

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🎪 Ringmaster’s Warning: No Copycats in This Tent 🎪

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𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝟐 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝 ✦ 𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

>>> includes: female reader, no anatomy specified besides reader having hair, reader is absolutely brilliant but embarrassed of it, kind of a meet-cute vibe all throughout. tadashi and reader are both awkward and crushing on each other a little bit and they're very cute. a part two is currently in the near future! enjoy:) (masterlist) (part two)

day one: meeting you

"welcome to the lucky cat cafe." tadashi's pavlov'd response came from behind the counter at the sound of the entrance bell ringing. he had his back turned to the door and whoever walked in, busy operating the ancient espresso machine his aunt cass refused to get rid of. by the time he turned around the customer was already standing at the counter, absentmindedly fiddling with her fingers. he began speaking the typical barista script before his eyes even met their face: "what can i do for-" looking up at them for the first time, his words caught in his mouth. he had only stumbled over his words terribly a few times in his life, but this particular instance definitely took the cake. he stared, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. he was fumbling to remember how his typical line went before he accepted defeat, shook his head, cleared his throat, and said with an embarrassed awkward chuckle: "sorry about that. long day.. uhm, what can i get for you, ma'am?"

tadashi could say with full confidence that standing before him was the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen in his entire life. from the very top of her head all the way down to her shoes, she was all around perfect. he fumbled with his notepad and pen, struggling to regain control of his motor skills and the burning blush creeping up the back of his neck up to the tips of his ears. he managed to stop gaping and tried to make his face look as normal as possible as he gave her his full attention, but was still visibly embarrassed and in awe.

the girl giggled awkwardly, a little embarrassed. not for him like you would think, but for herself. she thought maybe she had scared him by standing at the counter instead of waiting for him to turn around before approaching it. maybe her hair was messy, maybe she had something in her teeth, maybe he could just sense that she was the biggest nerd ever. "uh- hi, i've never been here before, so i'm not sure what's good.. what would you recommend?" her voice was gentle and smooth but timid, like she was talking to a small child or a deer. her response was not what the boy was expecting her to say, and also he was only half listening because his mind was screaming with 'oh my gosh she's so beautiful i sounded so stupid how could anyone stutter that many times in a single sentence', but luckily for him, his aunt had owned the bakery since before he was born, so he knew the menu and his favorite things on it like the back of his hand. he quickly recovered himself and put on his practiced customer-service confidence.

"well, i personally like our hot caramel macchiato. but if you're not a coffee person, we have the best smoothies and teas on this side of san fransokyo." he smiled, leaning his forearm casually against the counter. now that he wasn't looking at her like her skin was blue, she noticed how nice his face was. now she was a little flustered, her realization making her blush a bit. "uhm.. i'll trust your word on the caramel macchiato." she said, too embarrassed to want to stand there saying 'uhm' any longer. so he wrote her order down and she paid in cash, which he decided he really liked. no one ever paid in cash anymore, so it was intriguing to him that she did. soon after the initial interaction, she was sitting at a small round table by the window, nursing her macchiato quietly and looking out the window like she was waiting for something or anything to happen. at every opportunity he had tadashi glanced her way, blushing each time.

he felt like he had been transported back to being twelve years old and having his first crush, not being able to look at her without wanting to kick his feet with admiration and glee. she didn't stay for long, finishing off her drink within the hour and leaving her cup neatly on the table, which made him like her that much more. at the end of his voluntary shift, when the cafe was getting ready to close for the night, aunt cass found him at the counter with his chin in his palm staring at the door like he was willing someone to come. "you might as well have told her you're in love with her." she said, wiping down the counters behind him. tadashi shook his head, chuckling under his breath. "i'm not in love with her." but he really did hope he'd see her again.

day twelve: learning you

even while attending the san fransokyo institute of technology full time as robotics major, he began picking up extra shifts at the cafe under the guise of wanting to help aunt cass, but really every single day he hoped to see that girl again. and luckily for him, his little plan worked, because he did see her again. he saw her twice in the first week she had come in, and two more times after that. unfortunately for him, cass was usually the one who ended up taking her order, which reduced him to only being able to watch from afar. but one fateful friday night while he was working the closing shift post-classes at the institute, she came in. it was seven pm when she walked through the door, and tadashi had to physically refrain from leaping for joy. he made sure he was the one at the register this time, offering her a toothy, genuine smile in greeting.

"nice to see you again," he said casually, his body language and tone confident despite the fact he felt like his heart was audibly beating. she didn't expect him to remember her like that, so she was shocked by his words. she quickly recovered her face of surprise and smiled back shyly, unable to hold his eye contact. "hi, thank you. uh, you too." he smiled. "what can i do for ya tonight?" he was unconsciously leaning onto the counter again, like he was gravitationally pulled to her. she noticed, but thought she was overthinking and chose not to say anything. "i'll just have a hot chocolate. uhm, with whipped cream too please." "coming right up." he smiled, hurriedly scribbling the last words of her order onto his notepad, which she noticed had robot and cat stickers on the face of it. 'cute.' she thought to herself.

an hour later and twenty minutes before closing she was still sitting at the same window table she claimed every time she came to the cafe, looking out at the bustling city streets, building lights, and cars honking as they drove by. her fingernail traced an idle circle over and over on the polished wooden tabletop, her mind far off in another land. she was pulled back to reality by the sound of the chair across from her being pulled out, the sudden sound startling her and making her jump a bit. she looked up to see tadashi's kind eyes and heard him say, "sorry! didn't mean to scare ya," as he sat down, scooting into the table a bit. "i'm sorry, do i need to leave? i completely lost track of time, i'm really sorry-" she said all at once, cheeks burning in embarrassment and eyes trained solely on the table as she stood, beginning to gather her purse and garbage.

"no, no, you're okay! really, it's no worries," tadashi said quickly, just barely reaching out his hand as a gesture to stop her. she looked to him surprised, hovering in an awkward halfway position of standing and about to sit back down. "i just thought i'd come chat for a bit, that's all! you've come in here a few times and i've never caught your name.." he looked at her with a sort of genuine openness and curiosity on his face, making a friendly gesture for her to sit down if she wanted to. so she did. "oh. right. i'm (y/n)," she said as she timidly sat back down, like a prey animal who couldn't quite decide if she was comfortable or not. "(y/n).." tadashi tested her name on his tongue, "it's nice to finally meet you. well, you know, like-- talk to you." he laughed breathily, making her laugh as well. "yes. it's nice to meet you too, uhm.." she trailed off, giving him a look that said 'and your name issss..?'

"oh, i'm tadashi! tadashi hamada." he stuck out his hand for her to shake. her eyes flew open in childlike wonder and surprise, a small gasp parting her lips. "tadashi hamada?!" she exclaimed. "oh my gosh, i've read so many of your papers," it was like she had been struck by lightning in the best way possible. she was instantly lit up with glee and passion and awe, rambling her thoughts all at once with her hands and a full smile on her face. "i've followed your work for months now! i read your last beta-testing log on the medical assistant robot, and oh my gosh that is genius! i mean seriously, hyperspectral cameras for full-body assessment, using carbon-fiber and titanium plates for the skeleton? ugh, come on! that is amazing! in theory, it'll be resistant to deterioration!" she gushed, completely wrapped up in her amazement that she was sitting in front of one of her greatest academic inspirations. that was, until she saw the incredulous look on his face. she suddenly felt very small, and very stupid.

she quickly and awkwardly shut up as tadashi gaped at her, her inner light dimming with the overwhelming embarrassment of herself as she slumped back in her seat. "sorry. that was probably weird." her cheeks burned and she wished she would just evaporate on the spot. meanwhile, tadashi. was. in. love. not only did she look like she came straight off a runway, but she was passionate, apparently very intelligent, and understood the work he was doing! could she get any better? he quickly fixed his face and began trying to fix his mistake, feeling bad that he had made her feel bad. "no! no no no no no that's not it at all! i mean, i mean i'm amazed! and- and honored that you care about my work! you're in robotics?" he was smiling now, like a child who had been given free reign in a candy store.

"who, me? no no no, that's not- uhm, that's, that's not the case. i'm uhm, i just.. i mean i'm not even from here so-" tadashi watched as she stuttered and stumbled over her words, deciding that he could listen to her talk for the rest of his life and be perfectly happy. meanwhile, (y/n) really wanted to evaporate now. she slumped deep into her chair and covered her face with the sleeves of her sweater, feeling how hot her cheeks had grown in the span of like, ten seconds. she took a deep breath and peeked from behind her fingers at him to see him laughing lightheartedly, feeling glad he wasn't the only one who stumbled when they talked. unfortunately for (y/n), tadashi's energy was contagious, so she began to giggle too, if only at herself. "ugh, sorry.." she said through her soft laughter, adjusting her body to sit straight in the chair now.

"no, i'm just- i'm not even from here, you know? i came here for school, got an apartment and everything but.. now i'm not even sure if i'm going. i mean, the offer they sent me was great but.." tadashi nodded in understanding, giving her a look of sympathy. he leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his face in his palm, completely immersed in her words. "what school sent the offer?" "the san fransokyo institute of technology." now it was tadashi who lit up. "that's where i go!" he said excitedly, smiling with all thirty two teeth at the joyous feeling of relating to her. "the institute doesn't really send out invitations. even i had to apply!" he said, genuinely starstruck by this girl in front of him. "wow. you must be like, über-smart then!" he complimented her, looking at her in curious awe.

"well, i mean i guess so.." she mumbled, embarrassed. "you guess so?" "it's just that.. i don't know. i graduated highschool when i was 14. after that i tried going to a local college near my home but.. nobody liked me. they said i was a 'know-it-all'. and i mean, it's not like i was ever condescending or boastful! i can't help that academics come easily to me." she said, nearly pouting at the thought of how people had treated her. she looked up at tadashi through her eyelashes, her arms hugged around herself. "sorry. i don't mean to brag or anything." "no, no you're not bragging at all, trust me. i totally understand. y'know, my little brother hiro, he's a genius too. he just refuses to do anything with that big 'ol brain of his." (y/n) giggled and nodded knowingly. "i get it." tadashi leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest casually. "so.. if you're not from here, where are you from?"

they were swept into flowing conversation instantaneously. the clock behind them read eight-thirty, then nine, then nine-fourty five, and before they knew it it was eleven oclock at night, well past closing time. cass had managed to close down the entire cafe and turn all the lights off but one without them noticing before she snuck upstairs, smiling to herself at the clear infatuation her nephew had for this girl. they were laughing together about a time tadashi was programming his medical robot helper to perform a basic fracture reset and accidentally got himself punched in the face when (y/n)'s phone buzzed in her purse, drawing her attention away from the conversation for a moment. it was a text from her roommate asking where she was, and that's when she realized how late it had become.

"oh! oh my gosh, it's so late," she laughed breathily, standing from her chair. she was absolutely high on endorphins from the wonderful time she spent with the barista / literal robotics genius boy, and was all but giggling at nothing as she gathered her purse. "i really had better get going. i'm so sorry to keep you up like this," she said, giving him a shy but not repentant look. he waved his hand at her as if to say 'oh please', and helped her gather her cup that had not been touched nor thought about in nearly three hours. "it was my pleasure, really. it's been great getting to know you." he smiled, watching her as she slung her purse over her shoulder and stood straight, facing him. for a moment they only looked at each other, smiling softly and being on the cusp of words. when tadashi spoke, so did (y/n), and they laughed, fumbling over the courtesy of 'you go first' 'no really, it's okay, you go first' for a minute before tadashi decided he would go first for real.

"alright," he chuckled, shifting on his feet. "i just wanted to say that.. you don't have to shrink yourself for other people. you've shown me that you are beyond smart, and that is nothing to be ashamed of," he said, visibly trying to find the next words to say. he deliberated for a moment before softly chuckling through a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief at his boldness for what he said next; "look, next monday there's a showcase at the school. it's like a science fair. everyone just comes together and looks at what their peers have accomplished over the semester. i'd really love it if you came with me- just to give it a shot. see if you like it there. because truly, you would be the perfect fit."

his words were gentle and genuine, his eyes gazing into hers in an almost pleading way while still giving her the space to choose for herself. she was caught on words for a moment for multiple reasons, one of them being the onslaught of compliments and reassurance he had just given her. eventually she sighed a sigh of excited acceptance and said: "yeah, okay. that sounds nice- uh, really good." tadashi smiled wide, beyond happy that she agreed. "yeah?" he asked. "yeah!" they laughed in unison as tadashi set her cup down and fumbled around in his pockets for a pen. "here, uh- i'll give you my phone number. just call me when you get a chance, and then we can talk more about it whenever you want." he hurriedly scribbled his number onto a napkin he snagged from the napkin tray on the table before carefully folding it into a square and handing it to her.

she stuck the napkin in her purse and nodded, smiling brightly. "okay! i will. uhm, and thank you so much for- for y'know uhm, the hot chocolate and, and the conversation of course. i really.. i had fun." she said finally, smiling warmly up at him while settling on those words to end the night. "the pleasure was all mine." he said, bending at the hips to give her a clumsy but playful bow. she giggled and stepped to the door, pushing it open and feeling the cold san fransokyo air immediately rush to kiss her face and tangle in her hair. she looked over her shoulder one last time to the boy who was standing there watching her go, a million unspoken words and a silent understanding hanging between them like an invisible thread. she simply smiled and waved goodbye in a small motion before leaving the store; and leaving tadashi standing in the mostly dark cafe with hearts in his eyes and cupids flying above his head. all he could say to himself was: "wow."

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~ Almost Moments ~

Hiro Hamada x Reader

Summary: Just you and Hiro with alot of unspoken tension

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You and Hiro sit side by side on the edge of the lab’s workbench, tools and microbots scattered around. It’s late only the glow of computer screens and the hum of machines fill the space.

He hands you a tiny circuit board. Your fingers brush his. You freeze and glance at him. He looks at you, surprised, and for a heartbeat you both just… look.

Hiro clears his throat. “Thanks. It’s wobbly my fault.”

You hold up a magnifier. “We can fix it together.”

He lifts your hand, guiding the tool you’re holding. “Better,” he whispers.

There’s warmth in the closeness, unspoken, but thick. You kick your foot gently against his, he nudges back. Warmth. Connection.

He glances at the clock. “It’s wow, two in the morning.”

Your chest tightens. “Yeah.”

He leans back on his hands, and you follow. You’re inches apart, sharing that small bubble of space and half-lit silence.

“You ever think…” he trails off, eyes searching the ceiling. You wait.

“…about messing things up if we said something? Like, what if…”

You smile softly at him. “What if what?”

He shrugs, and it’s the heaviest shrug you’ve ever seen from him. “Nothing.”

You stay quiet for a moment. “I think it’s safer here,” you say, voice low. “Quiet. Safe.”

He smiles half-lopsided, it’s the one he does when he’s relieved. “Yeah.”

You lean back, watching the microbots blink. He looks at them too, then at you, eyes soft. Neither speaks it, and yet everything’s there, swirling in the space between you two.

No moment after that changes your routine. But when he brushes hair from your face by accident, or you find yourself watching him work, you know the line is there, just waiting.

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Aunt Cass, Tadashi & Mochi

[tealconverse]

The first year Hiro was old enough to understand it, he and Tadashi celebrated Mother’s Day for Aunt Cass. She smiled and went along with it while they celebrated. After Hiro went to bed she told Tadashi in private that she’d rather not celebrate the day meant for their mother, out of respect for her. Tadashi understood, and went on to relay the message to Hiro in the morning.

So the next year, Hiro and Tadashi celebrated National Aunt Day on July 26th (real thing, look it up), getting her gifts, spending time with her since school was out for the summer, helping out at the café, and even trying to make her a dinner (it didn’t go too well, so they ordered pizza instead).

She cried.

It’s now become a tradition every year that her and Hiro carry on.

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