warning; around 5 cuss words? (colorful indeed)
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The following week had been hectic.
You didn't have time to pinpoint who you called last Saturday. The moment that you pondered about it, the more of your assignments that started to float inside your head. As much as you wanted to know where your grandmother was, your mother kept saying the same answer every time you tried to ask her.
"She's taking a break in New Orlando!"
It was frustrating how you couldn't get any of the proper answers that you needed. But there wasn't any time to go detective mode and search for clues. Being in college wasn't easy, you have to admit. This was more hectic than highschool and you've had less sleep through your first month. And if you were to juggle this with your studies, you wouldn't even get a wink of sleep, guaranteed.
And you had less time to watch more anime shows, which was a bummer.
Laying down on your computer chair, you let out a groan in annoyance, your posture bent as you lazily sat down. You were tired from all the work shoved to you and you didn't really want to get another pack of coffee. It would make you have the 5th one this day.
The room was awfully quiet. Knowing that your small robot wasn't with you at the moment, you figured that he got bored staring at you throughout the entire hour typing in your thesis. It was done by today and your mind was definitely mush by now.
"Daisuke?" You call out in a whisper. With no response, you sigh and close your eyes, relaxing for a moment while you had the time to rest.
A minute passed and you heard the sounds of a propeller moving beside your head. Opening one eye, your gaze land towards your trusty robot friend who was handing you an energy drink where he got from who knows where.
As if reading your thoughts (which he just read by your confused expression), he passed you the can and hummed. "I got it from the vending machine. I saw some coins inside your bag, figured you were far too stressed so I decided to buy you something to cope with that."
You stare at your robot with crab hands. With a nod in approval, you open the can and chug on it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand while muttering a small thanks.
"Also, I think someone else is with us." He announced in a soft voice. His eyes were staring at something behind you and you quickly spin your chair to face the intruder.
Your face was met with a soft, rubbery and squishy surface.
Blinking, you look up at see two dots staring down at you. The white marshmallow took a step back and made a circular wave with his hand. "I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. Hello, (Y/n)."
"B - Baymax?" You croak out in surprise. Wasn't he a medical robot? There was nothing wrong with you. You didn't hurt yourself physically in any way. Aside from the fact that you were tired - it was only because you lacked sleep. (Not really lacked. It's because you didn't get any.)
"I sense high stress levels within this room." Baymax spoke, blinking down at you. "You are stressed."
"No shit sherlock.." You sarcastically mutter to yourself. With crossed arms, you groan and turn back to your computer, going back to complete your other assignment in Computer Science.
Daisuke stared at Baymax. "He followed me all the way here."
"Why." You whisper, clearly not as a question.
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Together | Hiro Hamada
Fanfiction[UNDER EDITING] Life had been as plain as it can be for a certain girl named (Y/n). She was small, unsocial and wanted a quiet life as much as possible. Going to San Fransokyo was her ticket for a good college rather than her rusty old hometown. She...
