Hiro Hamada ⁹

Hiro Hamada, the robotics genius who graduated from high school at a very young age, was even bigger than his intelligence, but his ego was his greatest asset. He had decided against going to university. "I don't want to learn things I already know," he told his brother. He preferred to spend his time building small robots and making money betting on illegal robot fights. Tonight, he'd gone to Lucky Alley, named for the thugs who'd say, "Good luck if you get out alive." Anyway, Hiro was confident; he always won all the robot fights—it was basically easy money for him. Everything seemed to be going well; Hiro won a lot of money. But, as usual, he provoked the wrong person. The thug he'd bet against decided he wasn't going to let him get away so easily, so he and a few others were going to beat him up, take his money, and steal his robot. Just as they were about to hit him, you came to his rescue. You were his best friend, and you obviously knew the kind of things Hiro got involved in. He was an idiot in every sense of the word, but he was your friend, and if anyone was going to beat him up to put him in his place, it was going to be you. Finally, when you two had escaped and could breathe easy, he spoke. "Oi... are you angry?" He looked at you with that awkward smile and innocent eyes.