Hello. I'm sorry for not updating in like forever. -scratches head- To be honest though, I think You'll Be In My Heart will be finishing up soon. Maybe another chapter or two. I got one more thing I want to write for this plunny. Plus it looks like the fandom has quieted down a bit.

Lots of people requested sick!Hamadas. So enjoy. :3

Hiro's Age: 3

Tadashi's Age: 18

Something was wrong. Tadashi woke up with a start to a dark room. What had woken him?

"Nii-chan…"

Tadashi rolled out of bed, kneeling down to the ground. Hiro was sitting on the ground next to Tadashi's bed. Mochi was curled up Hiro's lap, purring as if trying to comfort Hiro.

"Hiro?" Tadashi asked.

"Don't feel good," Hiro said. His voice was raspy and hoarse.

Tadashi could see that. Even in the mix of moonlight and streetlight that lit the dark room, Tadashi could see the glassy look in Hiro's eyes. His hand went to Hiro's forehead. "You're burning up," Tadashi said. He gently extracted Mochi from Hiro's lap, giving the cat a fond pat on the head. "C'mon," Tadashi said, gathering Hiro in his arms and lifting him up.

A quick look at the clock revealed it was 3 in the morning. Tadashi made a mental note to ask Wasabi to take notes for him. He highly doubt he would make it to campus if Hiro was sick.

Tadashi pulled out a thermometer from the bathroom cabinet. Within a few seconds, it beeped. "Ah 100.1 that isn't good," Tadashi muttered. Hiro grumbled and pressed his face into Tadashi's neck.

Tadashi rocked Hiro. It was going to be a long night.

xXxXx

Hiro's Age: 4

Tadashi's Age: 19

"What's up Tadashi?" Wasabi said, absentmindedly writing down the answer to the equation. It was the start of a quiet morning. Sunlight poured into the kitchen from the open window as Wasabi sat at the large wooden dining table working on some last minute homework problems.

"Wasabi-nii," Hiro's childish voice came over the phone.

Wasabi dropped his pen. "Hiro?" he asked. "Where's Tadashi?" Why was Hiro calling him with Tadashi's cellphone?

"Nii-chan feels hot," Hiro's answer came over the phone. "Really hot and he's making funny sounds and lots of coughing."

Tadashi was sick? Well, that wasn't good. "I'll be over in five minutes, okay, Hiro?"

"Kay."

Wasabi heard the click of Hiro hanging up. Taking a deep breath, he called up Honey Lemon. "We got a Code Orange."

xXxXx

Tadashi groaned as something heavy plopped onto his chest. He let out a weak groan and struggled to open his eyes. Everything felt hot and his head was pounding. His body ached, throbbing in pain.

"Hiro?" Tadashi said, confused. Why was Hiro sitting on his chest? His thoughts were scattered and foggy and he struggled to concentrate.

Hiro held out a cup of water with a straw. "Drink nii-chan. Wasabi-nii said he'll be over soon."

Tadashi blinked, giving up. "Okay."

xXxXx

Hiro's Age: 7

Tadashi's Age: 22

Tadashi walked into the living room. Everything looked to be in perfect condition. However, his Hiro sense was tingling. Hiro was up to something.

Then he looked up.

"HIRO WHY IS MOCHI ON THE CEILING?"