Hiro Hamada ¹⁴

Hiro Hamada, one of the youngest students to enroll at SFIT, wasn't exactly a model student like his older brother, but he excelled in his grades and his robotics projects were also innovative.

Although he felt somewhat stuck right now, experiencing a minor case of writer's block, he didn't know what to do with his extra time. He missed the adrenaline rush he used to get when betting on robot fights. For a brief moment, he considered returning to the underworld, but he knew his brother would be disappointed in him if he found out. But he didn't need to know, did he?

So, yeah. Hiro was back at it again. He told himself it would only be a few times a week and just to relieve stress now and then, though he wasn't sure if he could stick to his own word.

He always made sure to be cautious and that no one who knew him saw him enter suspicious places; he didn't want anyone at SFIT to find out, much less Tadashi or Aunt Cass. Although this time he wasn't so cautious and he messed up.

You, who were also an SFIT student AND Hiro's classmate, were walking peacefully along the sidewalk; it was getting late and you had to get home. However, as you turned the corner, you bumped into a familiar face.

Hiro was coming out of an alley, counting a wad of bills in his hand. You looked at him, he looked at you... and then you decided you didn't want anything to do with his shady dealings and kept walking, maybe a little too fast.

Hiro put the bills in his pockets and hurried to follow you, so you started running for real.