Take me to San Fransokyo

Chapter 1: Not Yet Moving On

"Ouch!" winced Hiro, who had a small first degree burn on his foreleg. "Shush, Hiro. You'll be okay! This doesn't look as bad as it looks...Maybe..." said concerned Honeylemon, rubbing a cotton of vaseline on his injury. "Hey, where's Gogo?" asked Wasabi. "She's probably in the pantry. Know where it is?" answered Honeylemon. Hiro thought of visiting her since he's the only guy in the group she can easily talk to. "Uh, maybe I can check on her. Besides, not all of you know why she's there. Also, I think you've put too much vaseline on my leg, Honeylemon..." Hiro said, rubbing away the excess, viscous mixture from his leg. As Hiro stood up from his chair, limping, he walked to the elevator, and pressed floor 3. Once he arrived at his desired floor, he limped to a locked, blue, wooden door which had a sign that says; "Pantry". He knocked and said, "I know you're in there Gogo, don't finish up the mocha mochis without me!" The door clicked in response and slowly opened with a rusty creak. A small, bored voice came out and whispered, "...Fine." Hiro smirked and went inside. Looking inside the pantry, it was filled with shelves and jars and sacks of food supply of the Institute. Gogo opened the refrigerator and tossed a mochi to Hiro. "Here, like I promised you." said Gogo, biting onto a mochi. "Is...that you're first mochi?" asked Hiro. "Nope," answered Gogo. "it's my fifth...Don't blame me for nearly hoarding the supply!" Hiro laughed for a moment. *Should I ask her why she's stress eating?* Hiro said in his mind. He was too nervous and tried to use his words carefully not to piss off Gogo. "So, umm...why are you here anyway?" Hiro said, chewing on his share of mochi. Gogo shot him a look, acting offended or suspicious. "Okay, okay, okay. I'll tell you. So, where do I start? Oh! Actually, our last mission, which was just a few hours ago, reminded me of a moment I spent while Tadashi was still...active. We met when we were your age. Which includes Wasabi, Fred, and Honeylemon. He sometimes picked on me, but then all of a sudden, we started to...have a mutual understanding for each other. I asked him one day, 'Umm...Tadashi, do you have a crush on anyone since we met?' And the way I remember his reaction to that, is either surprised, or scared...But then he answered, 'Well...I'm not so sure. But don't tell anyone I kinda like Honeylemon! Just kinda like her, okay? Don't judge.' Then my reaction to that was not mad, only disappointed. And now you know the reason why I'm here acting like a weakling hoarding this very room's items." Gogo explained. "Oh, okay then," said Hiro as-a-matter-of-factly. "Now I understand. Come back up if you feel like having some comfort. Mind if I tell the others? Baymax may burst in any se--" His words were cut by the door opening fast. Standing by the doorway was a tall, fat, white robot. *Baymax...* Hiro thought, facepalming. "I scanned the entire house and found out that I was not there in times of distress. I am sorry for being there late. According to my scans, I have contacted physical and emotional problems. What seems to be the trouble here?" Baymax said in his worried, but warm, robotic voice. "W-were fine, Baymax. And it's alright you weren't there early." said Hiro, reassuring Baymax, and pushing him out of the door. Gogo smiled for the first time since Hiro talked to her. "I'll just be here. Will be up in a few minutes. Bye, Hiro..." said Gogo, with a tired and sad voice. Hiro waved back at her, and limped back into the elevator. "Ah-ah-ah-ah! Let me carry you to the elevator, Hiro. Too much force on your leg injury may cause serious pain." Warned Baymax, as he scooped Hiro carefully and walked into the elevator. *Oh brother...* Hiro said in his mind, putting his chin on the palms of his hands. Then they went back up.

~The End~ (Thanks for reading, guys! The next Chapter will come as soon as possible! PEACE! ✌️)