All Too Familiar

I'll Try To Picture Me Without You But I Can't

(Author's note: I didn't get to write yesterday because my dad took away my laptop and phone and insisted I started holiday home work /cue crying/. In fact, i have about an hour before I have to surrender my babies hopefully he's asleep by then and dosen't notice ye. Anyways, here's  chapter 3! Also, i'll try to focus on the story more towards Hiro in the next few chapters because I feel like i've concentrated too much on Tadashi although he is bae.)

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"There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother." Terri Guillemets

  Within their first week of moving to San Fransokyo, both Hiro and Tadashi (but mostly Tadashi) grew slightly more mundane to their new home and the area surrounding it. Slowly but surely, with the help of Aunt Cass, they managed to get a daily routine up and running. Usually Tadashi would be the first to wake every morning, and after a few days of repeating the same old 'turn-Hiro-around-so-he-wouldn't-fall-off-the-bed-and-break-his-neck' process, he gave up trying to help and would just leave the poor toddler stranded where he was (it was most likely half bed, half floor) hoping he would just sleep through in that awfully awkward and uncomfortable position, give Mochi a reluctant pat or stroke if he ever sprang up at their room door, ( now making sure to maneuver OVER the fluffy demon. He still hated that cat.) and head downstairs to help his Aunt prepare for the cafe's opening hours. 

  On the other hand, Hiro would rise from his beauty slumber an hour or two later (Tadashi wakes at 6:30 am okay which teenager even wakes up that early) and sleepily waddle down stairs either with Mochi yet again in his arms if the cat was unlucky enough, or dragging his blanket down the hallway, or both. While slightly more familiar with his new home, Hiro would still avoid Aunt Cass much to her dismay, but she knew better than to bombard her baby nephew with millions of questions and would pretend as if all was well. Meanwhile, the little boy would run out to the street just outdie the cafe, sit on the pavement with a juice box in hand, and just stare at the cars, trucks and various vehicles passing by until Tadashi rushes out in a babbling mess on road safety rules, repeated choruses of "Do you know how dangerous it is to just sit on a pavement --",

" Let me enlighten you on a thing Hiro-"

and  "You could get kidnapped out here"

much to the annoyance of the younger Hamada brother, before grabbing him by the sleeve of his navy jacket (or if he were real furious, his poor ear), and send Hiro up to their room to 'reflect', leaving him sulking, playing video games, cuddling and having one-on-one sessions with Mochi (think him setting mochi down, turning him around every time he wanders off, and going: "You understand me right? Meow if you do." in this really cute innocent voice), and sometimes, if he felt Tadashi was being the biggest, most meanest brother on earth, would trash his side of the room, leaving blazers and books stranded all over as if a hurricane had occurred. (This often did not end well, and would involve screams and dreadful name calling at ten in the night after Tadashi had finished helping Aunt Cass clean up the cafe.) Cass would either rush upstairs to pull them apart if they started getting physical (Hiro always started the fist fights), yelling until her voice was hoarse and engage in yet another round of stress eating ("STRESS EATING. BECAUSE OF YOU. I LOVE YOU." was her automated response everytime), or, if she was really exhausted, shut her room door and compress her pillow to her ears, hoping to drown the sound out. Fortunately, the brothers could never stay mad at each other for long and would be found on the twin bean bag attempt a new video game high score together as a way of making up.

  This was the usual frenzy that filled the boys' hours daily, and day by day, they began to loosen up and even started talking and interacting more with their Aunt, and regular customers that patronized the cafe. However, there was only so much two young boys living in a joint cafe apartment could do and Cass felt that it was a huge waste of time and their high intellectual talent, so she did the one thing any aunt whom cared greatly for her two young nephews did.