MHA: A King's Legacy (BNHA x AOT)

Aiden's days at San Fransokyo Institute of Technology (SFIT) quickly settled into a comfortable rhythm. Every morning, he'd wake up to the soft chattering of Nimbus perched on the windowsill or scuttling across the room in search of food.

Honey Lemon would already be buzzing around, preparing her experimental mixtures for the day, her enthusiasm contagious. Together, they'd walk to campus, often stopping at a street vendor for a quick breakfast.

Aiden couldn't help but marvel at the bustling life of San Fransokyo, its fusion of traditional Japanese aesthetics and cutting-edge technology offering him a world so different from anything he'd experienced before.

The streets hummed with life, neon signs glowing above as drones zipped past carrying packages. Honey, ever the tour guide, would point out local landmarks or hidden gems with boundless excitement, her energy as bright as her smile.

Honey insisted on taking Aiden to explore the city in their downtime. She showed him the glowing lanterns of Little Tokyo, the towering skyscrapers of the Financial District, and the serene beauty of the cherry blossom park by the waterfront.

Aiden marveled at how easily she could switch from excitedly explaining the cultural significance of a shrine to bubbling over the latest tech breakthrough.

They visited artisan shops, futuristic arcades, and tech expos where Honey practically dragged him from booth to booth. Aiden found her company exhilarating yet comforting.

Nimbus would perch on his shoulder during these outings, occasionally attracting attention from passersby with his soft fur and twitching nose.

"You know," Honey said one day as they walked along the bay, "you fit in here so well. It's like you've always belonged."

Aiden chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Guess it's easy when you have someone showing you around."

Honey blushed faintly but brushed it off with a laugh. "Well, you're pretty easy to show around."

Back at SFIT, Tadashi worked diligently on a new prosthetic limb project, its fluid, human-like movements fascinating to watch. Wasabi meticulously fine-tuned his plasma blades, often asking Aiden for an extra set of hands when things got tricky.

"Careful with that!" Wasabi yelped one day as Aiden adjusted a power coupling.

"Relax," Aiden grinned, his deft fingers making quick work of the task. "You're too uptight, Wasabi."

Even Baymax became a fixture in the lab, offering helpful advice or soothing encouragement whenever someone became frustrated.

"Would you like a hug?" Baymax asked one day as Aiden let out an exasperated groan over a failed circuit.

"Not now, big guy," Aiden sighed before laughing. "But thanks for the offer."

Dr. Callaghan's robotics class became one of Aiden's favorites, though the professor often singled him out for his unique expertise.

"Mr. Fritz," Dr. Callaghan called during one lecture. "Would you be willing to give us a presentation on Baymax? A firsthand demonstration would be invaluable."

Aiden stood at the front of the class the next day, activating Baymax for the presentation. The healthcare robot inflated to his full size, his serene expression and friendly wave drawing smiles from the students.

"Baymax here is an advanced healthcare companion," Aiden began. "He's designed to scan, diagnose, and treat patients with an incredible level of precision."

He explained the intricacies of Baymax's programming, his medical database, and his adaptability in different environments.

Aiden also demonstrated Baymax's scanning capabilities, inviting a volunteer from the class to step forward.

Honey Lemon eagerly raised her hand, stepping up with a grin. Baymax scanned her, his gentle voice reporting, "You appear to be in good health. However, I recommend adjusting your posture to prevent back strain."

The class laughed, and Honey beamed. "See? Baymax is a lifesaver!"

Dr. Callaghan nodded in approval. "Excellent work, Mr. Fritz. This is exactly the kind of innovation we strive for at SFIT."

Aiden often found himself drawn to the warmth of Aunt Cass's café. The Lucky Cat Café was a haven of delicious food, cozy ambiance, and Aunt Cass's ever-present kindness. She treated Aiden like one of her own, often pulling him into the kitchen to help with orders or chatting with him as she worked.

"You're too good in here, Aiden," Aunt Cass teased one day as he balanced a tray of plates. "I might have to hire you permanently."

Aiden laughed. "Guess I've got a knack for this kind of thing."

In truth, he enjoyed the calm of the café, though Aunt Cass's effortless charm often left him a little flustered.

"You're a sweet kid," she said, ruffling his hair one day. "Don't let those big dreams of yours keep you from enjoying the little things, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Aiden replied, his heart skipping a beat.

Amidst his busy schedule, Aiden made it a point to call Toru and Celeste regularly.

"How's Japan?" he asked one evening, his holographic computer projecting Toru's face.

"Busy," Toru replied, pouting slightly. "It's weird not having you around, though. Celeste misses you too."

Aiden grinned. "Celeste? Or you?"

Toru blushed, sticking out her tongue. "Both, obviously!"

Celeste's calls, on the other hand, were often more straightforward, though she always made sure to remind Aiden to focus on his work.

"Don't get too distracted with all that tech," she warned. "And don't let Honey Lemon work you to death."

"Yes, ma'am," Aiden replied.

Though neither Aiden nor Honey Lemon seemed to notice, their time together grew increasingly intimate. Late-night brainstorming sessions in the dorm turned into quiet conversations about their lives and dreams. Honey's laughter became a sound Aiden cherished, while Honey found herself looking forward to Aiden's laid-back humor and unwavering support.

One evening, Honey fell asleep at her desk, her head resting on her arm. Aiden draped a blanket over her shoulders, pausing for a moment to watch the peaceful rise and fall of her breathing.

He shook his head, smiling softly. "What am I going to do with you?"

As the weeks passed, the excitement on campus grew palpable. Dr. Callaghan finally addressed the elephant in the room during a robotics lecture.

"Students," he announced, his voice carrying a note of pride, "the annual SFIT Exhibition is just around the corner. This is your chance to showcase your work to the world. Investors, industry leaders, and potential collaborators will all be in attendance."

The room buzzed with anticipation, students exchanging excited whispers. Aiden's mind raced with possibilities, ideas for a new project already forming.

Dr. Callaghan's gaze fell on Aiden. "Mr. Fritz, I expect great things from you. Don't disappoint."

Aiden nodded, determination lighting up his eyes. "I won't."

And so, with the exhibition on the horizon, Aiden dove headfirst into his work, his days at SFIT becoming a whirlwind of creativity, connection, and discovery.

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The workshop buzzed with quiet activity as the group worked late into the evening. The soft hum of machinery, occasional clinks of metal, and the faint aroma of coffee filled the room. Aiden was fine-tuning a circuit board for a new project while Tadashi hunched over his prosthetic limb prototype, his expression one of focused determination.

Suddenly, Tadashi's phone vibrated on the table, breaking the concentration in the room. He glanced at the screen and saw Aunt Cass's name flashing.

"Hey, Aunt Cass," Tadashi answered, setting his tools down.

"Tadashi!" Aunt Cass's worried voice came through the line. "Is Hiro with you? He's not home, and it's getting really late. You know how he is when he gets into one of his... moods."

Tadashi frowned, already slipping into protective older-brother mode. "He's not here. Don't worry, I'll find him."

"I don't want him wandering around at night! The city can be dangerous, especially in those alleys he likes to explore!"

"I got it, Aunt Cass. Don't worry," Tadashi reassured her before hanging up.

Aiden, who had been listening, raised an eyebrow. "Little brother gone rogue?"

"Something like that," Tadashi replied, already grabbing his helmet.

"I'll come with you," Aiden said, standing up and setting his tools aside. "You know, two heads are better than one when it comes to finding wandering geniuses."

Tadashi smiled slightly. "Thanks. Let's go."

As they exited the lab, Aiden activated a small device on his wrist—a tracker he'd discreetly slipped into Hiro's belongings after hearing about his habit of sneaking off.

"Didn't think I'd need to use this so soon," Aiden said, pulling up a map with a blinking dot that represented Hiro's location.

Tadashi glanced over, his brow furrowing. "You bugged my brother?"

"Not bugged—tracked," Aiden corrected, smirking. "Big difference. And it's a good thing I did, huh?"

Tadashi shook his head but didn't argue. They hopped on their bikes, the engines roaring to life, and sped through the city streets, following the tracker.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit alley filled with the sounds of cheering and clinking metal, Hiro stood confidently with his remote control in hand. His opponent's bot lay in shambles on the ground, sparks flying from its severed limbs.

"Who's next?" Hiro called out, a smirk on his face as he pocketed the cash from his latest victory.

The crowd murmured, and a large, intimidating man stepped forward—Mr. Yama. His presence alone made the spectators part like the Red Sea, their cheers turning to whispers.

"I'll give you one chance to back out, kid," Mr. Yama said, his voice gravelly and menacing. "You don't want to mess with me."

Hiro's smirk widened. "Why? Afraid to lose?"

The crowd roared in approval, and Mr. Yama's eyes narrowed dangerously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large, menacing bot with multiple arms, each equipped with different weapons.

"This," Mr. Yama said, setting the bot down, "is no toy."

Hiro knelt, carefully placing his bot on the ground and connecting his controller. "Neither is this."

The match began with a loud cheer from the crowd. Mr. Yama's bot charged forward, its arms spinning in a blur of sharp metal and claws. Hiro's bot, smaller and unassuming, darted nimbly out of the way, its movements precise and calculated.

"Come on, little guy," Hiro muttered under his breath, his fingers moving deftly across the controller.

Mr. Yama's bot swung a massive claw down, but Hiro's bot leapt aside at the last second, countering with a strike to one of its legs. Sparks flew as the larger bot stumbled.

The crowd gasped, and Mr. Yama scowled. "Lucky shot."

"Not luck," Hiro called out, his confidence growing. "Skill."

With a series of quick commands, Hiro's bot zipped around the arena, landing hit after hit on Mr. Yama's bot. The larger machine started to falter, its movements jerky and uncoordinated.

Finally, Hiro's bot delivered a decisive blow, taking out the larger bot's main power source. The crowd erupted in cheers as Mr. Yama's bot collapsed into a heap of smoking metal.

As Hiro collected his winnings, Mr. Yama stepped forward, his expression dark. "Double or nothing," he growled.

Hiro hesitated, glancing at the pile of cash in his hands.

"Come on, kid," Mr. Yama taunted. "Think you can beat me twice?"

Hiro's competitive spirit flared, and he nodded. "You're on."

Mr. Yama snapped his fingers, and two burly henchmen appeared, each holding a bot that looked even more dangerous than the last.

"This time," Mr. Yama said with a sinister grin, "we're not holding back."

The second match was brutal. Hiro's bot held its own at first, darting between the two opponents with the same agility and precision as before. But the double team was relentless, and soon Hiro's bot was cornered.

"Come on, come on," Hiro muttered, his fingers flying across the controller as he tried to regain the upper hand.

But it was no use. The two bots slammed into Hiro's bot simultaneously, crushing it into a sparking heap.

The crowd fell silent as Mr. Yama stepped forward, a cruel smile on his face. "Looks like your luck just ran out, kid."

Hiro swallowed hard as the two henchmen stepped toward him, cracking their knuckles.

"This is going to hurt," one of them said, smirking.

Just as the henchmen reached for Hiro, the roar of two motorbike engines echoed through the alley. The crowd turned as Tadashi and Aiden pulled up, their bikes skidding to a stop in a dramatic spray of dust and gravel.

"Hey!" Tadashi called out, his voice firm. "Step away from my brother."

Aiden dismounted his bike, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure as he approached. His blue and gold eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and Nimbus peeked out from his hoodie, chittering angrily.

"You really want to mess with us?" Aiden said, his voice calm but dangerous.

The henchmen hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances. Mr. Yama's scowl deepened as he turned to face the newcomers.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Mr. Yama sneered.

Tadashi crossed his arms. "The guy who's going to make sure you don't lay a finger on my brother."

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