Big Hero 6 Prompts

Hiro watched with bemusement as his brother scurried around their room, throwing articles of clothing around, searching for God knows what. He had never seen him so frantic and unorganized before. 

"You need to relax," Hiro said. "It'll be fine." 

"It's late, Hiro. The banquet's in two hours and we're not ready." He tossed a shirt hanging from Hiro's computer chair to the side, which somehow landed on the younger Hamada's head six feet away."Where is it?"

"Where is what?" He yanked the shirt off.

"The invitation; I can't get in without it."

One month ago, Tadashi had unveiled Baymax to the staff at San Fransokyo General, one of the country's premier hospitals. It was his first demonstration to medical professionals, and he spent weeks preparing everything he was going to say and do. Hiro called it a grown-up version of Show-and-Tell. Tadashi delivered a flawless presentation, displaying many of Baymax's unique capabilities, along with answering any and all questions from the audience. It had been nothing short of mind-blowing for all who witnessed it. A week later, the Hamada household received an exciting call. The vote was unanimous: the hospital had awarded Tadashi with the Kenta Ikeda Prize, the highest honor given to lay people for advancements in medicine. Now, at their annual banquet, there was going to be a ceremony where Tadashi would be given the prize from the hospital's president, as well as sit at his table as the honored guest.

"But you're the special guest. Why do you even need an invitation?"

"Don't know, but I do. Are you going to help me look, or...?"

Hiro groaned. "Alright, alright. Sheesh."

They turned the room upside-down, but fifteen minutes later, there was nothing to be found. Tadashi was freaking out, every muscle in his body tensing up. He didn't do well under pressure, surprising for someone usually so cool and collected.

"Calm down," Hiro said, seeing the panic building. The last thing he needed was for Tadashi to have a breakdown.

"Hang on." Tadashi ducked into the bathroom. Hiro heard the squeak of the faucet, followed by a stream of water ricocheting off the tiled walls of the shower.

"I'll be right back," he said, rushing out the door. "I think the invite's in the garage. I'm gonna jump in the shower when I get back, and then you can go, okay?"

He was gone before Hiro could give a response.

Hiro rocked on his heels. Tadashi would be down there a while. They (well, he) had an unfortunate accident the other night. He cringed when he thought about it. Combine a rickety 3D printer, a tight schedule, and an overzealous teen, and you get a recipe for a small explosion that turned their makeshift lab into a war zone. It looked like every natural disaster possible rolled through the place: papers strewn everywhere, machine parts littering the floor, singe marks on the ceiling that were never coming off. Despite his profuse apology and offer to clean everything up, Aunt Cass grounded him for a full week. No garage, no experiments. Torture. 

Hiro's gaze alternated between the bathroom and the open door where Tadashi had just left from. His brother would be sifting through piles of junk before he found what he was looking for, if it was even down there at all. He could take a quick shower before he came back. He was saving time, anyway.

Hurrying, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the steamy warmth of the shower. He needed to adopt Tadashi's routine of letting the water run for a few minutes beforehand. Impatient as ever, he usually just jumped right, only to be greeted by an unpleasant icy spray. 

The hot water cascaded over his thin frame, loosening the knots in his neck and back. He didn't realize how painful they were until they were washed away. Most of the time, he ignored the aches and soreness in the hope that they would just go away on their own. It was relief that he didn't know he needed. Recently, showers had become more of a business arrangement than a leisure activity. The faster he could get in and out, the faster he was back to work at his computer. He never took the time to unwind, only focusing on the newest designs that popped up in his brain. It was a bad habit, but his current situation gave him a rare opportunity. Since he was barred from the garage for another five days, he figured he had a couple minutes to spare.

That was, until the door to the bathroom opened. The rushing water muffled the sound somewhat, but the creak of the wood was distinct.

Oh, shit. 

Hiro saw Tadashi's warped figure on the other side of the frosted glass. It was blurry, but Hiro could tell that he was pretty ticked. "Hey..."

"Hiro, what are you doing? I told you I'd be right back."

"Well, I didn't think you'd be so quick," Hiro said, wiping away the condensation that had settled like a heavy fog.  "The garage is a nightmare."

"The invitation wasn't in the garage. Aunt Cass already has it in her purse, ready to go."

"Oh... Well, that's a relief." Hiro gave a small laugh. It echoed against the four confining walls.

Tadashi scoffed. "Hiro, I told you that you could go after me. Now, you have three seconds to get out, or I'm coming in."

Hiro rolled his eyes. "Chill, drama queen. I'll be done soon. Just hold your horses." 

"One..."

Hiro snickered. It was pretty funny. He hadn't been threatened with a "countdown" since he was in elementary school. Aunt Cass stopped using it when she realized that it wasn't that effective in getting him to behave.

"Two..."

"Tadashi. The hotel is, like, four blocks from here. We have plenty of time."

"Three."

The shower door opened with a bang, and Hiro was hit with a blast of frozen air. 

"Dude!"

Tadashi nudged Hiro to the side to give himself room underneath the showerhead. "I warned you." He was smirking.

Hiro slapped his palms over his eyes, face burning. "I hate you," he muttered.

"Oh, come on, Hiro." Tadashi chuckled at his visible embarrassment. "In case you forgot, we share a room. There's nothing that either of us haven't seen."

Hiro glared at him through splayed fingers. "Just, ugh. Give me that." Hiro ripped the shampoo bottle from Tadashi's hand and dumped a generous amount onto his head. He massaged it into his scalp in angry circles. Soon, his raven hair was teeming with white suds. They fizzed and dripped down into his ear. Great. 

"Here." Tadashi lathered a washcloth up with soap and scrubbed it over Hiro's shoulders and nape of his neck.

"I got it," Hiro said, snatching it from him.

Tadashi held his hands up. "Sorry. Sorry..." He wore a sad, little smile. "Sometimes I forget how old you are. I guess I still see you as my baby brother; someone who needs my help with everything. I really am like a mother hen, huh?" 

Hiro snorted. "Yeah." His voice softened as he ran the washcloth along his arms. "But... that's not always a bad thing. I like having someone take care of me, even though I can do it myself." He looked at Tadashi to ensure that his brother understood that his actions were appreciated, even if he didn't show it all the time.

"Glad to hear, 'cause I'm always going to take care of you, whether you like it or not."

Tadashi dipped his pinky in the bubbly mess on Hiro's head and dotted the tip of his nose with it. 

Hiro shooed Tadashi back so he could stand under the water. Rinsed off, he stepped out and grabbed the peach towel that was folded on the edge of the sink. First, he ruffled his hair in it, then wrapped it around his waist.

"Hey. That's my towel," Tadashi said, knocking on the glass. 

Hiro grinned, and once he was in the bedroom, he threw it back and saw it land right where it had been before.

It wasn't clear, but as he closed the door, he swore he heard a familiar 'knucklehead.'

A half hour later, Hiro was almost dressed, fumbling with the last article: his tie. "This is like a noose," he whined, flapping the tail end back and forth. "Tadashi, help me." The tie was his brother's, but the rest of his outfit was brand new. He had sacrificed an entire Saturday to go shopping with Aunt Cass to find the clothes he needed for the event: A starched white shirt, gray slacks, and shiny shoes that pinched his toes. 

Tadashi snapped his cuff links together and went over to a flustered Hiro. "Head up. It's easy. Look. You wrap the wide end over the skinny end, then pull the wide end through the loop, then push it down into the knot, then you just shimmy it up to your neck. See? Oh, bring the collar over it. There."

"It's like a clown suit," Hiro said, smoothing the tie out. 

"Nonsense," Tadashi rebutted. He squished Hiro's cheeks together with his hands. "Look at how dapper my little bro is," he cooed, turning Hiro's head side-to-side as he spoke. His mouth puckered, Hiro looked like one of those blowfish that they used to catch by the bay. 

Hiro pushed his hands away, smiling. "Shut up."

"Boys, are you ready?" Aunt Cass called from downstairs.

"Coming!" Tadashi yelled. He grabbed both of their jackets lying on his bed and handed the smaller one to Hiro. "Come on." 

When Aunt Cass saw them, she gasped, bringing her hand to rest over her heart. "My boys... So handsome." She sniffled, eyes glimmering with pride.

"Aunt Cass, don't cry," Tadashi said, rubbing comforting circles on her shoulder.

"I just can't believe how grown-up you both are." She waved a hand in front of her face to stop the tears. "Um, okay. Checklist. I have the invitation here-" she held up her clutch. "Hiro, you're in charge of the video camera, and Tadashi, you have your speech?"

"In my jacket," he replied, pointing to the material hanging over his arm.

"Good. Okay. The limo should be here in a few minutes, so we can go wait outside, alright?"

"We'll be there in a sec," Hiro told her. "I just have to get the camera." 

She nodded, and when they were alone, Hiro turned to his brother.

"Are you nervous?" he asked, unplugging the video camera.

"A little," Tadashi admitted, biting his bottom lip. "There's going to be a ton of important people there. They could be the ones to help me get Baymax out into the world. I just want to make a good impression, y'know?"

"Don't be," Hiro said. "You're gonna kill it."

Tadashi put his arm around Hiro as they strolled out of the café. "Thanks, Hiro."