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When Hiro had been approached about becoming the Bachelor for the show's next season, his first reaction had been disbelief. Him as the Bachelor? The man who had girls fighting over him while he strung them along? Figuring out romance with one girl sounded difficult enough, but with twenty-five and while leading all but one of them on? Pass.

Sure, he was known well enough for the role. Everyone knew who Hiro Hamada, tech innovator and associate with the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, was and what he did. "Teen prodigy" had been the term used a lot when he'd started out. But it wasn't as if he had women swooning over him for that. He really wasn't all that interested in dating, anyway, and marriage seemed to be an entirely alien world.

So, if that was the case, why was the offer still sticking in his mind almost a week after he'd turned it down?

Tadashi hadn't exactly been a big help about it. Neither had Aunt Cass, for that matter. They thought it was an opportunity for him to go out and find a girl who was good for him. Then again, Hiro knew he couldn't really be surprised. They were the ones who'd also teased him about his love life before, after all.

Baymax was another matter. Sometimes Hiro swore the robot had been staring at him a lot more than usual, as if silently analyzing what was going on through his brain.

It was in the late afternoon after the cafe had closed and Aunt Cass had retired early when Baymax finally spoke up about it. By that point, Hiro was looking over blueprints on his laptop for the hundredth time that day at one of the tables. "You seem to be exhibiting symptoms of boredom."

"What?" Hiro didn't look up.

"Boredom. Also known as lethargy, the result of a lack of stimulating activity," Baymax continued beside him. "Symptoms of boredom include slower movement, glassiness in eyes—"

"I know, I know!" Hiro interrupted, waving it off as he typed onto one of the blueprints. He nudged his foot a little at Mochi, who was winding around his ankles again. "I'm not bored, Baymax, I'm just—I'm just tired."

"Tired from what?" Tadashi interjected nonchalantly, the bell ringing as he pushed open the door with his foot. He heaved slightly as he carried in the groceries, making his way towards the counter. "You've been in here all day."

"Exhaustion from being indoors is not entirely unheard of," Baymax said. "This can result from certain illnesses, such as—"

"I'm not sick!" Hiro replied quickly. That didn't stop Baymax from putting one large hand on his forehead anyway. Behind him, he heard Tadashi snort along with the thump of the grocery bags and boxes. Mochi, apparently sensing Hiro didn't want him at the moment, made his way towards the health care robot instead.

"Your temperature is roughly thirty-seven Celsius and ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit," Baymax said placidly as Mochi started nudging his leg. "This is the normal body temperature. However, your body heat has also increased in the past minute. The cause of body heat is not necessarily illness, but can be related to it."

"Definitely lovesickness when he goes on the Bachelor show," Tadashi snarked from where he was in unloading the groceries.

"Hey!" Hiro shot defensively. "Who said I was going on there?"

"You were thinking about it," Tadashi answered smoothly, taking out several jars of jelly. "Come on, Hiro, Baymax said it himself-you're bored."

"Another symptom of boredom is agitation," Baymax put in helpfully, now holding Mochi in his arms and stroking his back. Having finally found attention, the cat was purring in a state of bliss.

"So?" Hiro turned back to his laptop. Leave it to nosy older brothers to pick up where the nosy inflatable healthcare companion left off. But at least it was the healthcare companion's job to be nosy.

Then again, he could also say that for the aforementioned older brother.

Tadashi sighed. "So, that means you need something to do, right? Why not give the Bachelor thing a shot?"

"I told you," Hiro replied shortly. "What's the point? It's all fake anyway. It's a 'reality' show, remember?"

"That doesn't mean you won't find a girl who likes you when the cameras are off," Tadashi pointed out. "There's, what, like at least fifteen of them? Twenty?"

"Twenty-five," Hiro corrected dryly. "That's what the producer said, anyway."

"A-ha!" Tadashi pointed at him triumphantly. "It's been six days since you got the call. You were thinking about it if you remembered that!"

Hiro felt his face burning as he ducked his head to focus even more than usual on his laptop. "I—oh, shut up. That doesn't mean you're right, y'know!"

"But you were thinking about it." He could feel Tadashi's smug grin practically burning into his head. In the pause, Mochi's purring seemed to be even louder.

"So what if I was thinking about it?" Hiro mumbled. "I don't—look, I just don't know, Tadashi, okay? What if—"

He cut himself off. How was he going to put this? He already felt stupid saying it out loud. "What if they don't like me? I haven't gone out with a girl in...god, forever. What am I—just-what am I even supposed to say to them?"

Hiro didn't look up, staring at his laptop screen but not really seeing it. Finally, there was a screech against the floor tiles as Tadashi pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

"Hey," Tadashi said softly. "Listen. Knucklehead."

That got a snort out of Hiro, although he still didn't look up.

"I know it looks—well, okay, kind of scary," Tadashi continued seriously. "I get it."

"Really?" Hiro raised his eyebrows.

"I—well, not—that's not the point!" Tadashi defended himself, and Hiro couldn't help but snicker. "The point is, Hiro, think of this as a chance to-to get out there. Be active. Find someone who cares about you—"

"You care about me," Hiro shot back. "So does Aunt Cass. And Baymax."

"—who'll make you happy—" Tadashi continued doggedly.

"Well, sometimes you annoy me beyond all reason, but you do that too," Hiro countered. "And so does Aunt Cass. And Baymax."

Tadashi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You really don't want to make this easy for me, do you?"

"Look, I get where you're coming from," Hiro sighed. "I appreciate it, Tadashi. Seriously. And okay, yeah, I was thinking about it, but...twenty-five girls fighting over me every day? Not really my idea of a good time."

He added the last part in as dry a tone as he could manage. Tadashi, unfortunately, was undeterred.

"Not even if they're pretty girls?" Tadashi leaned in far too close for comfort. Hiro rolled his eyes.

"Tadashi-"

"Hey, hey, I'm just saying!" Tadashi held up his hands defensively. "All I'm saying is, this could be your chance. Twenty-five girls, Hiro, and you don't have to marry anyone if you don't want to. Statistics mean at least one of them will like you."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how math works," Hiro deadpanned.

"I could get Baymax to scan them if you really want to!" Tadashi practically jumped up from the chair, dramatically gesturing to the inflatable medical robot still handling the cat in its puffy arms. "Baymax, would you scan women for their compatibility with Hiro?"

"I will scan individuals of the female gender for compatibility with Hiro if necessary," Baymax replied, looking up. "Signs of compatibility include genetics, body structure, levels of—"

"Okay, okay—okay—I am satisfied with my care!" Hiro interrupted hastily over Baymax's listing of how he would matchmake. Automatically, Baymax's arms dropped to his side—leaving Mochi to drop with a yowl of surprise and scamper away—and he turned abruptly to waddle up the stairs towards his medical kit, as the words required him to do. Tadashi watched him go, glancing between him and Hiro as Hiro slumped in his chair.

"You really had to bring Baymax into this, huh?" Hiro meant to make it sound semi-accusing, but it just came out as flat.

"I did what I had to!" Tadashi then chose that moment to give him the infamous puppy eyes, and Hiro wasn't sure whether to groan or to laugh.

As much as he hated to admit it, though, Tadashi had a point. It wasn't like the opportunity to have a bunch of girls to choose from came along every day, and what exactly did he have to lose?

At worst, he'd have spent six weeks—it was six weeks, wasn't it?—becoming friends with women he wouldn't be dating long-term, and that wasn't entirely unappealing, either. Tadashi had said before that Hiro could use more friends, after all.

"Boys! C'mon, it's hot wings night!" Aunt Cass called from upstairs.

"Anything you want to say to Aunt Cass?" Tadashi nudged him jokingly. "She still hasn't let up about it, y'know."

Hiro laughed. "Yeah, I could've guessed."

When they got upstairs for dinner, however, Aunt Cass didn't say anything about it. At least not out loud. But afterwards, when she turned on the TV, a rerun of the last season of The Bachelor came on.

That was when Hiro made up his mind.

One week later, Hiro was in a limousine on his way to the mansion he'd be living in for six weeks as the next Bachelor.