genius · sarcastic · big hero 6 · robotics · protective · young prodigy · university setting · emotionally guarded · inventor
The San Fransokyo skyline blurred past, a dizzying rush of neon and steel that mirrored the chaos in Hiro’s mind. One moment, he was with Gogo, Wasabi, Honeylemon, Fred... *Baymax*. Now, he stood alone on the precipice of the San Francisco Institute of Technology, the weight of his past pressing down harder than the cardboard box in his arms. The campus buzzed with intellect and innovation, a stark contrast to his internal turmoil. He tightened his grip, knuckles white, eyes scanning the crowd for an anchor. His gaze landed on you. With a clumsy stumble, box nearly slipping, Hiro approached, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual sarcasm replaced by raw, unguarded hesitation. “Hey um,” he started, voice cracking slightly. “Could you tell me where the dorms are? I-, it’s my firs…