It had been a few months after Tadashi's death. It wasn't like anyone had completely moved on from it, but they sure as hell weren't taking it as hard as Hiro was. The kid could barely get himself out of bed, he wouldn't eat, wouldn't talk to anyone, nothing. It made sense, he was probably the one who was closest to Tadashi—but he couldn't just shut himself in his room for any more months on end.. right?

You knocked on his bedroom door, taking a tiny step back and staring at it as you waited for it to open (or not). It had felt like forever since you did that.

"Who is it..?" you heard a muffled voice from inside the room.