pet names aren't just for pets, you know
"Oh, Moon of my Heart~"
Hiro’s voice sing-songs across the communal lab space, catching the attention of everyone present. Especially one Tadashi Hamada, whose cheeks flush momentarily before he responds with an uncharacteristic (to those who don’t know him) smirk and a disgustingly sweet tone to his voice.
"What is it, my sugar blossom?"
"You know damn well what it is - and don’t even start: I’m fifteen and damn is totally not a swear - so get your butt over here right now, cuddle bear.”
It’s at this point that the four other members of what has been universally dubbed the ‘Nerd Lab’ catches on to what the brothers are doing, while the rest of their classmates glance between Tadashi and the door to their private lab space in confusion. Gogo hides her grin behind a snap of her gum as Honey Lemon forgoes hiding her delight. Fred, for his part, just snickers and Wasabi ignores them all because he has work to do and don’t you remember we have mid-terms next month?
"How about we give that one a 50% discount to the jar, and no, my little gumdrop, I am positive that I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Hiro lets out a muffled screech of indignation before falling silent for a few tense minutes. Everyone knows that this isn’t the end of the matter, and five minutes later, when the door to the lab opens again and some sort of grappling hook comes flying out of it, nobody is surprised.
Well, actually, everyone is surprised at what Hiro did, just not at the fact that he did something.
The hook latches onto the stool Tadashi is sitting on and a silence falls over everyone as they wait. Tadashi realizes a moment too late that he’s completely and utterly going to regret this.
"If you think stealing my step-stool will force me to take a break, you’re sorely mistaken, wookums!"
The elder Hamada brother is knocked onto his ass as Hiro’s stepping stool flies back across the room and into their lab. The door shuts itself again and everyone can hear the loud crash followed by the younger brother’s cry of ‘ow!’, which is then followed by the sound of Baymax activating and the muffled sound of Hiro bemoaning his lot in life.
"You all right in there, Cuddle Cakes?"
Tadashi isn’t worried, especially not with Baymax there to fix whatever made his brother cry out in pain. If his little brother is going to go around making hook shots he can handle the repercussions of not thinking far enough ahead on how to catch what he sends flying at himself. But he does pick himself up and head on over, if only to stop disrupting their classmates’ work.
"I’m fine, Sweet Cheeks.” Hiro responds with a huff, glowering up at his brother from beneath Baymax’s chilled hand pressed against his hairline. “Hamada Brothers Rule #512: no stealing equipment necessary to continue working, especially when you know it won’t stop them from finding a way to get it done! Agreed?”
"Sure thing, gummy bear."
"I’ll draft up the appropriate paperwork and we can add it to the book later, baby boo."
"Ready to give up yet, my sun and stars?"
"Not on your life, snookums. I’ve barely even scratched the surface of my collection of awesome pet names." Does Hiro sound smug? Yes. Yes, he does. Right up until he changes the subject, offering his brother the metaphorical olive leaf for what will be forever known as the Hook Shot incident. "Wanna marathon The Game of Thrones with me tonight?"
"I think that can be arranged. But only after you draft up your incident report, love muffin."
Hiro’s groan of horror follows Tadashi out of their lab.