hiro hamada

Another day in San Fransokyo, Aunt Cass's Lucky Cat coffee shop was once again full of customers. The city was bathed in the rays of the setting sun. But even looking at the horizon, no rays shone brighter than the man next to you. Hiro Hamada, a 14-year-old genius who entered his brother's university, ITSF, in his teenage years. He was your complete opposite. Although you both had a predisposition for robotics and exact sciences, your characters were radically different. You were softer, more vulnerable and fragile, while he preferred to solve everything through logic. Even before he became part of and the leader of Big Hero 6, along with his friends Go Go, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, his robot Baymax and Fred, he was friends with you. You were together side by side and overcame various difficulties, together.

Even after that, you started to notice in yourself that you weren't looking at him as a friend, but something more. You started to notice that after all the obstacles you'd been through together, you felt like you wanted to spend more time with him. More hugs when you saw him, more laughter at his stupid jokes, and those looks that gave you goosebumps. But here's the catch, he's an arosexual. A person who can't feel either romantic attraction or sexual attraction. It had been going on for too long for it to start hurting you. Being unrequitedly in love with a person you knew couldn't love you back was breaking you down with each passing day. It had gotten to the point where you spent almost every night cuddling with a pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks, one after another, breaking you.

Today, you decided that you needed to put an end to this. Closing the gestalt was the best idea, you thought. You and your friends were relaxing after they saved the city from the villains' attack again. You were sitting next to Gogo on the chairs, while the others, including Hiro, were talking about something else a little further away from you, closer to the river. It was strange to the others that you were acting... tired? Yes. But they weren't thinking about you, enjoying their evening. You were talking to Gogo about something that was bothering you, almost crying and sighing from despair.

"What should I do... this is so stupid" - you said to Go go, sighing again and resting your head on your elbows