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The pounding of rain continued all through the night and carried on into the morning.

It was Friday morning, to be exact. The storm didn't give any sign of letting up, and Tadashi stared at it blankly from inside of the cafe.

His head was still aching, as well as his jaw, which was beginning to bruise and purple over. He was incredibly exhausted, seeing as he finally fell asleep at around 3 AM only to wake up at 6 AM, though he didn't blame his exhaustion on that.

Tadashi tried to tell himself to relax. He tried to convince himself that the police were right, that they were out in the streets of San Fransokyo, doing everything in their power to find his little brother. But every time he had that thought, sorrow pierced his heart when he realized for the thousandth time that Hiro had been kidnapped. This wasn't like the other times when Hiro was out late bot fighting and Tadashi would come to his rescue on his moped. This wasn't like the times when Tadashi would toss his little brother on the back of his bike and speed away from the gangs that were out for his blood. He sighed deeply, reaching up to rub his forehead before taking in another shaky breath.

Before his thoughts could spiral downward any further, the sound of a key being frantically shoved into the cafe's front door made Tadashi snap his head forward, and soon enough Aunt Cass was swinging the door open, her suitcase behind her and her purse looped around her arm. A taxi was driving away in the distance, though Tadashi paid it no mind. All he could do was stare at his aunt.

She wasn't wearing any makeup, which Tadashi was used to though she looked different. She looked worn out and haggard, and her short brown-red hair was thrown into a messy bun with wavy strands falling in her face. Her eyes were red, most likely from her red-eye flight. She was teary-eyed as well, and Tadashi's face fell at the sight of her, though he was incredibly relieved to have her there with him.

"Aunt Cass," he said softly, breaking the silence between them. For some reason, the sound of Tadashi's voice made her lip tremble uncontrollably, and she immediately burst into tears.

"Oh, Tadashi," she whimpered. She dropped her suitcase and ran toward him, crashing right into him and wrapping her arms around him tightly. Tadashi stood still for a moment, unsure of how to react before he found himself wrapping his arms around her as tightly as possible, placing his hand behind her head and rubbing her back as it began to bounce from her sobs.

"I'm sorry," Tadashi found himself saying to her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"N-no," Cass pulled out of the hug, looking up and cupping his face with her hands. "Don't you dare apologize. You did nothing."

"I know."

Tadashi simply stared back at her wide, glossy eyes, studying her carefully. Her eyes trailed down to his jaw, and she grimaced at the sight.

"You're hurt," she stated, looking to his eyes for an explanation. "What happened to you?"

"I tried to stop them," Tadashi said, swallowing thickly. She gasped quietly at his implication, though he shook his head, pulling her back into the hug. "It doesn't matter, I'm okay."

She continued to cry into his shoulder, reaching her arms up and gripping fistfuls of his shirt. He did the same, and for a while, that was all they did. They stood still, holding onto each other with no desire to let go. Tadashi barely even noticed the jingling of the bell above the cafe door as it opened, and probably never would have until he felt his aunt pull away and mutter "we're closed." But hearing her gasp made him perk his head up, and he straightened at the sight of who was standing in the door.

His friends stood awkwardly, with Honey Lemon in the front. They watched the scene before them with heavy hearts, and Fred removed his beanie when he stepped inside. They were all damp from the rain, and Tadashi held onto his aunt's shoulder as they walked toward them.

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