“(Y/n)!!!!!”

The next day, Honey bursts through my lab doors and I nearly mess up the coding I added into my goggles which would connect to the Nanotech bracelets on my wrists.

I was doing my own thing because Hiro needed space to work out ideas without anything distracting him. Which was good.

“Yes?”

“So the other day I was talking with Baymax I want to teach him to understand art and what it means to express feelings!” She says excitedly.

I tilt my head, “What does this have to do with me?”

“I want you to help. You know Baymax more to help him understand art and I would ask Hiro, but he's busy.”

Teaching art and the feelings it gives to a robot. Gosh, that is a tough thing to do. “Hm…..well, Honey. We can try, but I think having Baymax experience art first hand is our best bet. I'm sure he can learn something.” I smile warmly, “Baymax is more than just a robot.”

Honey squeals, “Okay! Maybe sometime tomorrow we can go to the art museum! AH! Then I can see City Rising!”

Go out in public, especially the art museum? I already agreed to help her, soooo…. “That's fine.”

The door to my lab opened quickly and Hiro stuck his head in, “(Y/n), oh, there you are Honey Lemon. Guys, I think this idea will work! My lab!” He goes back out.

Honey and I head to Hiro's lab and I see the rest of Hiro's friends there. They're sitting in chairs, making the lab look like a little conference area and this was for Hiro to present his model ideas. Honey takes the last seat, so I roll into place on Hiro's swivel chair.

“Check it out. A maglev based isolation system.” A model building stood on a small seismic table which Hiro rolled to the front. The model levitated above the surface once the table shook. Hiro smirks.

That was a good idea, though I think I spoke too soon.

“Yep, that's what I did when I was freshman.” Gogo says.

Hiro frowns and shoves the table away, causing the model to crash to the floor.

We left Hiro to try another idea and it didn't take long for us all to be back into his lab with another model on the table.

“And when any fractures appear, they're instantly filled by a quick drying AND flexible foam.” Hiro says with a smug grin.

The model filled with purple foam between the fractures that appeared when the seismic table turned on.

Okay, I was going think it was a good idea again, but Honey Lemon got up to look at it. Her expression seems almost apologetic.

“That's wonderful, Hiro! Oh, I'm sure it's super different than when I did that same exact thing!” She still stays positive about it.

The expression on Hiro's face made me feel very bad. I want to help, but I also want to him to keep trying.

Hiro groans loudly and slams his tablet on his head. He tosses the model into the trash and more foam blows up in it.

Again we leave and come back to the same model. This time Baymax had come out of his charging station and I hugged him the whole time. I was slightly nervous when Hiro sounded desperate and began to talk fast.

“These high straight airbags cushion the people inside the building and also prevent the floors from pancaking.”

Hold on a minute.

Didn't Ashi do that for-....yeah I do remember the older Hamada doing the same idea.

“So just to be clear: no one here has done the airbag thing, right?” Hiro checks.

Soooo…...the way Hiro worded the question was right and wrong. I swallow the thump in my throat and glance at everyone. They were grimacing and they knew too, yet they didn't want to say it and either did I.

“(Y/n)? Just making sure, has anyone come up with it?” Hiro turns to me.

Oh man….I'm in the spotlight.

“Uh…..well….” I move a little closer to him. I laugh a bit and bite my lip, but thank heavens!

Baymax saves me by walking up to us, “This approach will be highly effective.”

“Think so?” Hiro sounds hopeful, but I can tell the stress is eating at him and Baymax's answer didn't help at all.

I need to say, though every time I say anything about Tadashi around Hiro, it just makes me feel like it's not my place to say it. “Hiro, Tadashi actually-”

“Augh!” Hiro groans loudly in despair.

My eyes widen when Hiro buries his face into my shoulder and darn it! Why do I feel awkward? It's just Hiro. I pat his head in comfort and push away the awkwardness, especially when he sighs in defeat.

“This is hopeless.”

This isn't Hiro. I really hate seeing him like this. I keep my hand on his hair as he buries his face again.

“Hey, you can do this, Little Man.” Wasabi tries to give Hiro encouragement. “Maybe you’ve never had to work this hard for something before.”

Hiro finally moves away, “School's never been this hard before.”

“This place is tough for everybody.” I said it, since it was true. I got in easily the first time here, but I failed because I quit and now I have to work twice as hard to stay in this institute. More like pay and working out of school.

“I got lost finding my first class.” Wasabi adds, but then he started to get hysterical. Seriously? Now? “Why aren't the buildings in alphabetical order? Am I the only one who sees the obvious solution?!

I cross my arms, “Wasabi, is this supposed to be a pep talk?”

He blinks and sucks in his breath, “Sorry.” His attention is directed at Hiro and he smiles. “The thing is, you got in for being you. Be you, Hiro.”

A little pep talk from HIS friends seem to do the trick……..his friends…...what was the point of me being then if they can easily bring his hopes up.

Just like now, Hiro has his cocky attitude back. “You know what? You're right, I got this.”

But guess what?

Guess what happened the next day in class?

“I got nothing.” Hiro stands in front of Professor Grandville with his shoulders slumped. She writes on her clipboard and not saying anything.

Oh Hiro. I really hope he doesn't actually quit or give up just because of one project.

Hiro throws the notepad he had in his hands, not looking where it was heading which was very bad. It hit one of the student's model, making it shake and Hiro gasps.

Their model immediately reacts by inflating an airbag under it, knocking into another model that exploded with quick drying foam and that tipped over another model.

VERY BAD!!! “AH!” I duck away from my seat when that model had the top shoot off like a rocket. Which was aimed right at me.

Out of nowhere my nanotech activated from my panicked thoughts and my hand slammed down on the counter behind me. The force and strength bent the counter top and activated another model.

That had legs pop of out it and shoes?!

I squeak when it jumps at me, trying to run. Unfortunately I back up and run into someone. Their arms hook under my arms to keep me up.

We topple over when the model building with legs stomps on my face and possible theirs in the process. We both groan and I turn around to see Hiro looking up at me.

My face flushes in embarrassment.

“Got it.” I hear Karmi and sounds of a few phone clicking to stop a recording.

Wait…...r-recording. EVERYONE WAS RECORDING THIS?!!?

Karmi was smirking evilly at me and I glare at her, forgetting about Hiro. “GIVE ME THAT PHONE!” I start chasing her around the classroom as she laughs.

“GIRLS! Settle DOWN.” Grandville strictly calls out.

We stop and I realize what I just did. I groan in my hands, feeling the tips my ears burn in complete shame and embarrassment again. I got in trouble…...and in front of Hiro!

Everyone whose model broke left to go fix them up, leaving me, Karmi, and Hiro with Grandville.

Unfortunately, I had gotten in trouble since I ran at Karmi, so Grandville made me wipe off the counters. So I guess I'll just listen to Hiro and Grandville as I fiercely clean.

“I'm just not good at this.”

“Mr. Hamada. I'm the one who gets to tell people they're no good.” I can hear her joke a little. “Don't take my favorite part of the job away.”

I smile and hold back a chuckle.

“Well go ahead. Enjoy it.”

Ugh, Hiro. I can't believe you.

“No. I'm not letting you off that easy. You are going to rise to this challenge.” Grandville will always believe in him. She always believes in all students, but…...she only came to this school for Hiro.

“What if I'm no good at this?”

Hiro's answer stopped my train of thought and I sigh.

“Then you fail. Then after which you try again.” Grandville encourages.

I look up just as Karmi bumps Hiro out of the way with her prototype in her hands, “Professor G, my new prototype is ready to go.” Suddenly she sounds like a snob. “But if you want Hiro to say he's no good a few more times. Totally your call.”

GRRR! I can't- Karmi is so arrogant sometimes. I get ready to throw the cleaning sponge at her.

“Miss (L/n).” Grandville warns.

Karmi and Hiro turn to me and my cheeks blush in embarrassment yet again. What is wrong with me today? I just need to calm down. “I'm done, so….” I leave out to the hallway just as my phone receives a message.

“(Y/n), wait!”

I stop walking so Hiro could catch up to me and I check to see Honey Lemon had texted me.

“I need you to help me. I-if you're not doing anything.” Hiro rubs his neck sheepishly.

“Um….I was going with Honey to take Baymax to the Art Museum today, but I can cancel

“-No!” He laughs a bit, “Don't let me take away your time with the gang. Especially Baymax. I can work on the project until you're done.”

I reach out to hold his arm, “Are you sure, Hiro?” My hand faintly squeezes with concern.

“Totally.”

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“Ooh! This is so exciting, Baymax. City Rising is back where it's supposed to be.” Honey exclaims

The museum workers were hanging up City Rising and it is amazing to see the art work done by my favorite female scientist. The security guard puts up the velvet line so no one could get close to the painting. “Don't worry. Nobody's getting it on my watch. Not this time.”

He should've said NOTHING'S getting it.

Me and Baymax follow Honey once she heads toward a hallway of paintings. Nothing much happened as we walked around, though Honey would explain types of art and all the meanings. I kinda got lost after her explanations and Baymax had been quiet. Most likely taking in all her words.

We come back out to the main entrance of the museum. I spot more artwork that had been placed out to display.

“Honey Lemon. Thank you for teaching me about art.” Baymax says.

“This is gonna be great!” Honey grins.

I wonder how much Baymax has learned. “Okay, Baymax.” I turn him around to face a painting of a man from the golden age. “Look at this portrait from the Golden Age. What do you see?”

“I see a man who suffers from rosacea, lack of exercise, and excessive consumption of red meat.”

I stare at him and glance at Honey with a sheepish smile. “That's not what I-”

Honey Lemon was trying her best with this lesson, “Let's put it another way to understand art. You have to feel it.”

Baymax glances around, “Oh.” He spots the very pointy sculpture and reaches out to it.

My eyes widen and panic immensely, pulling him away, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Let's not touch that.”

Honey squeaks, “Oh! Ah, maybe we should try something more abstract.”

I push Baymax to another hallway where Fred nearly burned the paintings the other night, “And less pointy.”

We stop in front of an abstract painting of a man with crooked body limbs. I glance at the two and silently sigh. I should've went with Hiro, but then again he might use me as a distraction so that he wouldn't get his work done.

Baymax points at the painting, “This man was in a terrible accident.”

I let out a snort when trying to hold in a laugh.

“No, Baymax!” Honey says clearly frustrated. “He's painted like that to feel emotions!” She leans close to Baymax.

I chuckle, “Honey Lemon just be patient with him. He isn't programmed to feel emotions, though gradually we can help him learn somehow.” I hug Baymax’s arm, “He has a heart. I know he does.”

“(Y/n) is correct. I can only monitor emotions in others.” Baymax points at Honey, “You are frustrated.”

I bite my lip to keep from smiling in amusement as Honey's eye twitches and she strains a calm posture.

“I'm fine!”

“I detect vocal tones that indicate frustration.”

This time I couldn't help to laugh a little, “Hey, at least he's close to emotions by knowing what they are.” I pat Baymax’s belly.

Fred walks by and we watch him go over to a group of art critics. I go over next to a many with a fancy mustache. Huh….I guess art critics do find everything in art. Even the melted drinking fountain that was spouting water with the caution sign next to it.

“Caution: Water Hazard.” The man takes an sharp breath in, “Such a bold statement about the futility of existence, but I would give anything to meet the genius who created this masterpiece.”

I take a look at Fred who is grinning widely and moved to the front.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Fred Frederickson IV. Master of this piece.” He gestures to the melted drinking fountain.

The man gasps dramatically, “A pleasure, Sir!” He clings to Fred, “You have moved me.” He gives a kiss of respect on the top of Fred's hand.

“Cool.” Fred grins more.

Ooookay….I shake my head and stare at the water. Darn it, nature calls and now I have to use the lady's room. “I'll be back.” I say to Honey while walking off to the bathrooms.

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As soon as I go back out from the bathrooms, it was very quiet. I wasn't in there that long, right? One thing I always think about in this scenario….is infected people. Maybe I was being paranoid because I watch too many zombie movies, but you never know.

Slowly, I peak around the corner after seeing the windows and doors in lock down. No way out. Fantastic.

“Oh come on!”

Globby?

I spot the globby villain laying on the floor with one arm as he groans. This was nothing to worry about and I am glad it was Globby instead of infected people. Our eyes meet and his glowing green ones show disgust.

“Ugh. It's you.” He scrunches his face.

Seriously? What is his problem? I huff, “Whatever. Might as well wait for the doors to open and then roll out.”

Globby gets up and grows an arm, “I'm on a time crunch here, so stay out of my way and let me steal.” He backs up and runs at the blocked entrance.

“You know, you have to be something stronger than a glob in order break that down.” I cross my arms and watch Globby, though I grimace when he rolled into a ball and bounced off the door to splat across the room. “Ow.” I say to myself when he lands on the pointy sculpture.

“Aooow woah….” He groans in pain and glare at me, “You don't think I know that?” His head looks down at the sculpture before grinning evilly, “Nice piece.”

Wait, is he really going to use that art piece to- oh, yep. He is. I facepalm as Globby picks up the sculpture with the sharp ends in front of him. “Globby, that's really dangerous to run with. Hasn't your mom ever told you not to run with scissors?”

“No. My mother said I had no potential. That's it.”

I blink at him. Wow. “I'm going to be honest with you, Dibs. Your mom was wrong. You certainly have potential now.” I smile lightly.

Globby looks at me, “Huh…..No one has ever said that to me before.” He grins a bit, “And you used my real name.”

I chuckle, “Well, Carl talks about you and it's fair to call you by your real name when it's just us.”

“You know, Carl? Neat! Hey, you know, you're not so bad.” This time Globby smiles happily. “Though I'm trying to be a villain right now, so….”

“Right. Time in?” I gesture to the entrance.

Globby charges at the door, “Time in! I hope this works!”

Only for it to open up and he goes past Hiro and Baymax in their armor. My eyes widen and flinch, “Oh no.”

“WHOA!” Globby disappears down the steps outside.

“Eeh!” I step back when Globby’s hand stretches past me and sticks to the Shimamoto PAINTING! I forgot about that! Without thinking, I grab it. “AHH!” I feel myself get yanked outside and slam into Globby.

We both fall to the ground and groan.

“What are you doing?!” Globby yells in frustration.

I take the painting and run. “You got your villain work and I've got my work too!”

“HEY!” Globby sounds like he's fighting back the others.

"(Y/n)! Come back this way!" Hiro shouts.

“Run, (Y/n), run!” Fred yells.

I look back and oh man! “Gah!!” I'm fully inside Globby!?!? My hands are still clinging to the painting as Globby is bouncing away until my head sticks out.

“Looks like you're STICKING with me!” Globby laughs.

I roll my eyes and try to wiggle my way out.

“Weehee! Oh it's really happening! I should celebrate with a hot fudge sundae!” He cheers.

The nanotech activates and I swing an arm to break the stickiness, “Sorry!” I roll to the ground and run again. “I may not be like Hiro and his friends, but I can at least do something useful to help.”

“LOOK OUT!” Globby yells from behind me.

Everything goes dark, but it wasn't like I passed out. WHAT IS THIS?!?! I can't even move, but yet its smells…...like chocolate?

I can hear Globby's muffled voice, “I don't know what happened! Sorry!” I feel the painting break away from my hands and it gets quiet.

Okay (Y/n). Don't panic, you're still alive.

The strength from my nanotech made the solid stuff around me break. I take in a heavy breaths and see hard shell chocolate where I stood.

“How did he cover me in chocolate?!” Ew. All this dry chocolate feels disgusting in my hair, all over actually. “Ew.” My clothes felt heavy as I head down the sidewalk. “Why me?” I groan. This all going to take a long time to wash out.

“(Y/n)!!!” Hiro jumps down from Baymax and rushes over to me as the other follow suit. “He didn't hurt you, right?” He checks over me and squints at the chocolate, “Why are you covered in chocolate?”

I can't believe Hiro is seeing me like this. Oh geez. I am so lucky the chocolate on my face is covering up my red face. “I'm fine.” I pick out the bits of chocolate from my clothes, “Globby accidentally encased me with instant shell chocolate.”

“Hold on. Globby did this?” Gogo questioned.

I nod.

Honey frowns, “He can melt AND shoot chocolate now? This seems bad.”

“Whoa! Shooting chocolate is so much better than breathing fire. I would totally love to have Globby's powers.” Fred says.

“Did you just say he melted?” I asked.

“Yeah. He turned into water and escaped down the drain.” Hiro said.

Wasabi shivers, “(Y/n), you should really get home and get cleaned.”

I sigh deeply, “Ya think?” I turn away from everyone and make my way home. Suddenly, I'm turned around by Hiro.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” It was obvious, though I could tell Hiro wasn't letting me go alone. “I'll be fine.”

“Look, I don't care if you're covered in chocolate. You need to get home safely.” Hiro grins sheepishly, “So why not have a hero escort you home?”

This adorable nerd. I laugh and cross my arms, “Was that supposed to be a pun there?”

Hiro is confused then blushes and waves his hands, “I swear that wasn't intentional! I mean I was talking about me taking you home, but- you know what I mean!”

“Of course I'll catch a ride with you. You should know that.” I punch his arm and wave to everyone as they leave. “Did you manage to get anything done today?”

Hiro helps me up onto Baymax, “What do you mean?”

“Your project, Hiro.”

“Uh…..maybe a small breakthrough?” His voice slightly cracks at the end then sighs in disappointment, “I just think this is it. I should just give up. I'm never going to get this project done.”

I knock on his helmet, “Hiro! Please don't just giving up yet. I really am counting on you to keep trying.”

Hiro grew quiet the while ride and I didn't bother him. Baymax lands on the balcony by my room and we get off.

“I'll see you tomorrow, Hiro.” I slide the glass door open.

“Yeah….see you tomorrow.” With that, Hiro left.

I sigh, “Now I'm going to be worried about him all night.” I run my face, “Tadashi…..please help me through this.”