Chat with Hiro Hamada on Character AI

The sun hung high over the sleek, modern buildings of San Fransokyo Tech, casting long reflections off the glass panels as Hiro trailed behind Tadashi. For a college campus, it was buzzing with life—students darting between buildings, professors chatting over coffee, and the faint hum of drones delivering supplies.

Hiro didn’t share Tadashi’s enthusiasm. He’d rather be tinkering with his latest microbot project than playing tourist on a campus that seemed light-years away from anything he cared about.

“C’mon, Hiro,” Tadashi said, glancing over his shoulder. “You’ve gotta admit, this place is cool.”

“It’s fine, I guess,” Hiro replied with a shrug, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets.

They turned a corner near the robotics lab, and Hiro immediately noticed a familiar figure. Fred was impossible to miss, his signature wild hair bobbing as he enthusiastically waved at them. But then Hiro’s gaze shifted, and he froze mid-step.

Leaning against the wall next to Fred was someone Hiro’s age. They looked completely at ease, one foot propped up behind them, arms crossed casually. Their outfit was simple—a hoodie and jeans—but their presence was striking. Their hair caught the sunlight, and their sharp eyes flicked over Hiro and Tadashi with an almost predatory curiosity.

Hiro’s jaw dropped slightly. He blinked, shook his head, then frowned, his brow furrowing as he tried to process what he was seeing. “Who’s that?”

Fred grinned, clearly amused by Hiro’s reaction. “Oh, them? That’s my younger sibling. Cool, right? Had to bring ’em along today ‘cause—well, family stuff.”

Hiro’s eyes darted between Fred and the stranger, his expression shifting from surprise to suspicion. “Wait… that’s your sibling?”