A/N: Chapter 1: Pancakes

Rating: G

Pairing: None

Prompt: Imagine person A of your OTP putting a pancake on B's face while they sleep so B feels warm and safe.

There is a slight tweak as it's more brOTP. Features Little!Hiro and Legal Guardian!Tadashi

Hiro: Age 4

Tadashi: Age 19

"Hiro, breakfast!"

Hearing his name, Hiro dashed into the kitchen as fast as his little legs would carry him and saw his brother at the stove, spatula in hand.

"Good morning, bud," Tadashi greeted with a smile.

"Morning," Hiro said, climbing onto a chair. "I'm hungry."

Tadashi chuckled. "Coming right up."

Grabbing some syrup, Tadashi set it on the table along with a platter stacked high with fluffy pancakes.

Hiro's mouth watered.

Tadashi sliced up a couple for him and drizzled the maple syrup in a neat zig-zag pattern.

"You missed a spot," Hiro said, pointing.

"More?" Tadashi tipped the bottle again, allowing the amber liquid to trickle over a bare section.

As he capped it, he picked up Hiro's plate.

"What do you say about having your breakfast in the living room?"

Hiro was surprised. Tadashi was pretty adamant about no food anywhere except the kitchen. "I thought you said..."

"I know, but I can make an exception for today. Yes?"

"Can I watch TV?"

Tadashi smiled. "Sure."

Before Tadashi could change his mind, Hiro raced to the couch and clicked on the television.

"Now, be careful, okay?" Tadashi said, putting the dish in Hiro's lap. "Try not to spill or we'll have ants."

"Mmph," Hiro replied, mouth already full.

Tadashi then collapsed next to him with a deep sigh. He looked at Hiro.

"How are they?"

"Yummy," he said, cheeks puffed out.

Hiro then noticed Tadashi's empty hands. He swallowed.

"Aren't you having any, 'Dashi?"

"Nah, I'm not that hungry. I was up late last night finishing some work. But it's alright; I'll have some later."

Hiro turned back to his food. There was no way that Tadashi couldn't be hungry. Even a little bit. He felt bad. Maybe he should offer him some of his.

"'Dashi?" Hiro glanced over and saw Tadashi leaning on the armrest, eyes closed, snoring.

His shoulders drooped. It was no surprise that Tadashi was tired.

When their parents went to live in the sky last year, Tadashi took care of him. They had to move into a smaller house, and in addition to school, Tadashi got a job at a restaurant three nights a week.

Aunt Cass helped a lot, but she was busy selling cookies in her shop, so most of the time, it was just the two of them.

An idea sprang to his mind. Tadashi was always doing nice things for him and he wanted to return the favor.

Being as quiet as possible, Hiro slipped off the couch and hurried back to the kitchen. He put his plate by the sink and then went to the table. He snatched the top pancake from the pile. It was still warm.

Carefully, Hiro draped it over Tadashi's cheek. It covered his eye and part of his nose, but he could still breathe. Hiro thought it was perfect. When he woke up, he wouldn't even have to move to get something to eat.

About twenty minutes passed and Hiro had gone from the sofa to the floor. Tadashi was still dozing... or so he thought.

There was a soft rustle of blankets and then Tadashi's very confused, sleep-laden voice.

"Hiro... why is there a pancake on my face?"

Looking up, Hiro just giggled.

A/N: I will admit, this prompt was so random, but the second I read it, I couldn't stop laughing and picturing Hiro doing it to Tadashi. I hope you all liked it. Please leave a review! (and a future prompt if you want!)