It astounded Hiro how Fred could keep his energy up, despite the fact that for once Fred was clearly carrying them. Agreeing on a color scheme took forever. Fred seemed determined to go down the line and list every single superhero color schemes and effects he could think of, which is to say almost all of them, and then combine ones he thought would be cool and see how it looked.

Does he even know what efficiency means? Hiro thought glumly, watching pain painstakingly as Fred entered design after design after design onto the holo-screen. I'm kinda sick of waiting for him to consult me on what I want on this damn thing.

He sighed and crunched what seemed like his fiftieth Mountain Dew can and threw it in the general direction of the trash bin. From of the clang of metal that greeted him, he had missed the bin again, but he was just too exhausted to care longer than a millisecond.

He stirred slightly when he heard Fred speak.

"Hiro, dude, come check this one out. This one's the one bro!"

The exhausted teen, grudgingly rose from his seat and trudged to the computer were Fred had laid out his latest color pallet. His eyes widened when he saw. Sold!

"Where'd get that idea?" He asked spinning the projection around to look around it.

"I dunno, it just sort came to me! I just thought, brain, what would Hiro really like? And my brain was like, dude, that obviously? How did you not think of that? So I told him he was right but t-"

"ALRIGHT, I get it!" Hiro cut in holding out his hands defensively. Fred chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry that. Those come a lot." Hiro was barely paying attention, as he was focused on his new armor. Fred had worked his magic.

The armor was now pitch black, but for an added spin, Fred had "painted" several Japanese characters all over the armor and had given it some nice trim around the contours of the suit, all in a glowing neon blue. Fred said the characters on his forearms, ベイマックス, read Big Hero 6.

Hiro was also informed that the characters that adorned his shoulder plates and chest plate, which read, ファントムand ゴースト, meant phantom and ghost.

For added effect, Fred had added an Iron Man like visor. This however had a coating that made his face completely invisible beneath his large hood. So if any police officer or citizen looked him directly in the eye, they wouldn't be any the wiser. All that could be seen from under the hood was pitch blackness.

"Also, see the visor," the older teen said, pointing it out the visor, engulfed in darkness.

"Yeah what about it?" Hiro asked, turning towards him with raised eyebrows.

"Well," Fred replied, excitement evident in his voice, "I've programmed it so when you enter 'lethal mode,' the visor will light up...like so."

With a tap of a button, Fred had the holographic image switch to lethal mode. This time however, an ominous and, in Hiro's opinion, badass looking, neon blue skull glowed out from under the darkness of the hood.

"Dude, that is totally sick!"

Baymax ambled over, looking between the two teens.

"I see no sign of sickness in either of you." He said, head tilted slightly.

"Baymax, its just an expression." Hiro and Fred said in unison.

After swiveling in his chair to face Fred, he continued, "Thanks a million dude, I love the new stuff you've got here! I'll have her primed and ready for tomorrow!"

Hiro's face fell slightly however when he saw an evil grin creeping upon Fred's face.

"Speaking of tomorrow," Fred said glancing over to the suspicious teen, "how'd it go?"

Hiro chuckled and rolled his eyes. "It went fine, thank you very much."

"You gonna be ready for tomorrow though?" Fred asked putting a hand on Hiro's shoulder. "Cause I mean, you gotta look cool at least. You sure you don't need help?"

He simply shook his head. "Naw, I'm good."

At these words, Fred stood up, dusted off his shirt, and slipped on his beanie. "Well," he said, turning towards the garage door, "I'll see yah around." And with that, the gangling man-child took off into the night.

As it turned out, Hiro slept horribly that night. He just couldn't get his mind off what was going down the following night: bringing Gogo to the party and having to the fight the team in the Sim. After hours of waiting however, he slowly drifted into an uneasy sleep.

After what with staying up to close to midnight with Fred, and with his inability to sleep, Hiro woke to the blaring off his alarm clock and a screaming Aunt Cass.

"HIRO HAMADA! GET DOWN HERE NOW OR ELSE YOU'LL BE LATE!"

He squinted through the early morning darkness at the number on his bedside clock. And low and behold, he was thirty five minutes behind schedule.

"Crap!" He exclaimed. He dashed out of his bed, threw on some assorted clothes, slipped on his new skate shoes, which took longer than expected considering they were new, pulled on his hoodie, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and sped down the stairs in no time.

He whizzed passed Aunt Cass, grabbing his breakfast burrito while yelling a jumbled apology.

"SorryAuntCassgottagoorelseimmabelatetoclassseeyoulaterbye!" He managed on one breath while stuffing his face with burrito and running backwards out the door.

From then on forwards, Hiro's day could not have been moving slower if he wanted it to. His professor's lips seemed to moving at a tenth of their usual rate. And as per usual, he would be spacing out within minutes of sitting down.

Besides, he had other things to be preparing for then an upcoming exam he could've aced back when he was thirteen.

He pulled out his phone under his desk and decided to text Gogo a bit. He was bored.

Hiro: Hey

She responded almost immediately, which surprised the teenager.

Gogo: Sup nerd

He smiled and quickly sent a response.

Hiro: Bored?

Gogo: Yeah

Hiro: Ready for tonight?

Gogo: Idk...ready as you can be I guess

Hiro: Can you meet me at my car in the lot? Usual spot?

Gogo: Sure gtg

Hiro: See yah

He quickly powered off his phone as the professor walked by his desk and quickly returned to his note taking on his laptop. However, his mind was elsewhere: on the field of virtual battle. In his minds eye, he worked on combat strategies to defeat his friends.

He grinned. Nothing pleases a sixteen year old boy then being able to virtually beat the shit out of his friends for bragging rights.

After his lecture finished, he rushed to his car, rattling his keys as he went, to find a certain raven haired girl sitting on the hood blowing bubbles. As he approached, she turned, classic smirk adorning her face.

She popped her bubble before beginning.

"So...you ready to go?"

Hiro did not respond, and simply unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat next to Gogo.

He gripped the steering wheel, turned the key, and started the engine before finally answering.

"You bet you freaking ass I am."

So uhh, hey guys, if you're still there! Sorry for taking a super huge hiatus with this fic! I just smacked into a huge patch of writers block and I've got way too many things on my plate right now! The sky's clearing up, and I'm determined to finally wrap this fic up, so stay tuned! I've already started the next chapter, which will be epic if you enjoyed my previous fight scene. This was gonna be a part of that chapter, but I broke it of to let you guys know that I'm, yah know, alive still I guess? Anyway, drop a review if want, but if not, your support is very much appreciated! And while I know there's not too much going on in this chapter, tell me what you guys wanna see in future chapter, and do you like the new Hiro suit design? I spent a ton of time in it, so I hope you enjoy!

But until next time guys, this OAD signing off!

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