A slightly feelsy one-shot requested by RandomBaymaxStuff, let's see how this would turn out. Apologies if I accidentally tweak something, I didn't really give this a hell lot of thought. And this might be short.

There's no use in crying anymore. Nothing you do would make any difference.

So you thought as you felt another tear slip out of your already dried and bloodshot eyes, blurring your sight. With every beat of your heart, what little strength that remained in your already broken body slowly ebbed away, and you crumbled to the floor, laying on your side, curled up in a fetal position.

It's hopeless, (Y/N). You will never belong with him. You never belonged with them, anyway.

Funny, how quickly the tables could turn, right? One moment, you felt at home with your childhood best friend-turned-crush, Hiro Hamada, and his gang of best friends at SFIT; next moment you were being unconsciously cast out due to their constant sneaking out, without you. They hung out without you. They did things without you.

And you never knew why.

No one's going to care, (Y/N).

You couldn't agree with your inner voice more. There's no more light to the dark inside. It no longer made a difference as to whether you were with them or not. 

"They hate me," you whispered to yourself, hugging yourself and feeling yet another tear slip out of your eye, landing on the carpeted floor of your own bedroom, away from the comfort of your family. 

You didn't want anyone tonight. Not when you were in so much pain.

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"Whew! Another good night of saving the city! Mission accomplished!" Fred cried as he and the rest of Big Hero 6 headed over to his mansion to spend a chill night. 

Hiro nodded as he got off of Baymax, taking off his purple helmet and helping the others get off of the now-armoured red robot. Being part of San Fransokyo's celebrated superhero group definitely made him feel great--after all, he was helping the city as his older brother once had wanted to--but sometimes, at times like this, it made him all tuckered and tired out. Even superheroes and superbrains needed a break.

"And we've all been at it for the last few days, too," Gogo noted. "Man. It's been quite a week."

"I agree," Honey Lemon agreed tiredly, yawning. 

"Hey Hiro, have you kept in touch with (Y/N)?" Wasabi asked. "The last few days we've been hanging out before this mission, she seemed so...off."

At the mention of your name, Hiro suddenly felt his insides turn ice cold, and he froze, his helmet dropping to the ground. "Oh crap," he whispered. 

"You didn't?!" Gogo cried. "Hiro!"

Hiro hung his head in shame. Wasabi was right; the last day you all hung out together, he did notice your forced smiles, the sadness that you can never really conceal in your eyes. It intrigued him, it really did. He wanted to ask, but he had no time. And he didn't know how to approach you without hurting you. 

"You've been with her since you were, what, 9?" Honey lemon asked. "Seven years, Hiro! You know her better than any of us do! You have to talk to her!"

"But how?" Hiro asked quietly, still standing frozen in the middle of Fred's lawn. "How can I tell her anything without breaking her further? She already looked hurt."

"Well, first thing you gotta do is stop whining about how hurt she is and woman up," Gogo said. "Simple. Besides, it's your fault for not keeping in touch with her. If she's really this hurt for so long, your act of ignorance is just going to break her. And you don't want that, do you?"

Hiro shook his head, mortified. Of course he didn't want to see you miserable and broken beyond repair! But unknowingly he already is. 

"You have to fix things for her," Baymax piped up. "Recently I have picked up on her emotional state. Her neurotransmitter levels have been dangerously low. Her blood pressure was also very high. Diagnosis: loneliness."

"Stop it," he whispered, kneeling to the ground, burying his head in his hands. "It's my fault. I know it. I hurt her. She hates me."

The others just glanced at each other, then looked sadly at Hiro briefly before they entered Fred's place, leaving him outside wallowing in his guilt.

It's my fault. I should have tended to (Y/N). But I left her without a word.

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The next day, you entered SFIT as usual with a hauntingly quiet and calm air. Your head was bowed. You didn't look anywhere except for your feet, shuffling forward, bringing you all the way to your own lab. In fact, your eyes were fixated to the floor for the whole time, that you didn't notice that Hiro wanted to talk to you, his own eyes filled with tears. 

"How could you break like this?" Hiro asked himself quietly. "Was it me? Was it us?"

He retreated back into his own lab, tugging at his own hair to the point where he could have just pulled his entire mop of hair out of their follicles in his frustration. How could he have been so stupid, to the point where you thought everyone that you once thought to have been friends with hated you? No one did. 

Did the message rub off the wrong way? Was that it?

Hiro bit his lip, trying not to cry again as he pulled out a piece of paper from his desk and a pen from his bag. Clicking the pen open, he began to write.

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A note was the first thing that you noticed as you got back to your lab from your calculus lecture just before noon. Curious, you put your bag down and picked up the crisp, clean, slightly smudged and wet piece of lined paper, folded in eighths and written, in blue ink, in Hiro's handwriting.

"Hiro," you whispered. "What did I do to make you leave me?"

With trembling fingers, you unfolded the paper and read the note.

Dear (Y/N),

I'm sorry. I'm just going to say that right off the bat. I'm sorry for hurting you, for ignoring you at the point where you were most vulnerable. If I could turn back the hands of time and hold you close for that one moment, I know you wouldn't end up as cold as you are now. 

My friends and I, we have been spending the last few days saving San Fransokyo. No, really, don't laugh now. We're superheroes. You're the only person who knows. For the last week there has been a huge heist that we had to stop, and it took us so much time. It's not that we hate you. It's something that we need to do. 

(Y/N), you have meant so much to all of us, and knowing how broken you must have been, I admit I feel guilty. We all do. But trust me, please, when I say I never meant to break you further. I'm sorry. I really am. I love you so much that it breaks me to see you like this. You're broken, I'm broken. Please, turn around and look at me. Understand that I'll always be with you, through thick and thin. 

I'm sorry.

~Hiro

As you got further and further down the page, you noticed how blotchy the paper got, how runny the ink looked. Slowly, you ran your fingers over the wet tears that made its imprint in the paper, realizing just how broken he was by how broken you were, and you turned around to see Hiro, standing at the door to your lab, his eyes red and bloodshot just as yours probably have been for the last few days.

For a few tense seconds, neither of you said anything as you looked at each other, eye to eye. You felt your hands twitch slightly, unsure of whether to turn away or approach him. Neither of your expressions changed.

That was, until you ran to him and threw your arms around him, and he immediately responded by wrapping his arms around you in return, the both of you hugging so hard you might as well be able to mend your bonds and stitch the wounds that you both opened on each other. 

"I forgive you," you whispered.

That was all he needed to hear as he kissed your cheek, a smile tugging on both of your lips.

Kinda short, kinda emotional, and I hope it was up to the requester's standards.

-magic_mockingjay