This Just Explained A Lot Ignore My Icon Of Me And Osamu PLEASE I CAN EXPLAIN!

this just explained a lot… ignore my icon of me and osamu… PLEASE I CAN EXPLAIN!

kazutora the love of my life <3

˗ˏˋ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS ´ˎ˗

♡ chifuyu & mitsuya ♡ baji & kazutora ♡ hanma & draken ♡

♡    —    tags/warnings: afab reader + no pronouns, riding, semi-public sex, a bit of manhandling (receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before tapping, baji curses a lot but what's new, biexual!baji is canon idc, handjobs/fingering (giving and receiving), they're all in their 20s - you're in college/working, jealousy, humour

♡    —    a/n: aaaa this is probably my favourite ones of the whole bunch!!! c:

BAJI KEISUKE ― the one whose mom you end up meeting

ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS ★★★★✩ DISCRETION ★★★★✩ POSSESSIVENESS ★★✩✩✩

You had an awful date on the same day that Baji got stood up after inviting a girl over. Knowing neither of you would get any action that night, you went over to his place and ordered some takeout. You complained to each other for a good portion of the night, falling then into laughter when you recalled your worst experiences in the dating world.

“We should just fuck each other― would be easier,” Baji snickered, making you laugh. You took another bite of your food when suddenly his words started making sense inside your head. Both of you turned to each other at the same time, eyebrows raised as you shared the same expression.

You set the rules before anything. The moment any of you even thought they were getting feelings, the whole thing was off. You were not going to ruin your friendship over sex. If anyone felt uncomfortable, sad, or was just reconsidering things, they needed to come up front and say it, for the sake of both of you.

The first kiss was awkward. However, your first time together was nothing short of fucking amazing.

Being friends let you have enough trust in each other to give directions, telling the other to change the way they were moving or to plainly stop.

You spent a whole afternoon showing him how to properly eat you out and now whenever he goes down on you, you have the most earth-shattering orgasms you’ve ever had. Baji told you he used some of your pointers with another girl he had been with and the next day his phone was ringing all day.

One day, however, disaster strikes. You were making out in his room, his hands already under your shirt when, unexpectedly, his mom bangs the door and demands Baji to open up.

You felt your heart dropping to your stomach as you scrambled to get him off of you. “You told me she would be out until tomorrow!” you whispered, to which he replied she must have forgotten something. He went to open the door and you prepared yourself to be slut shamed and kicked out of his apartment.

Turns out, Baji’s mom was a really nice lady.

She said she knew his son was going out on dates with someone and she wanted the chance to meet them. Since Baji had said no when she asked him for an introduction, she decided to create the opportunity herself. She apologised for scaring you and offered to prepare some tea to calm you down.

No more sneaking out in the middle of the night― now his mom asks you if you want some leftovers to go when she sees you leaving his son’s room. She even asks you when you are coming next so she can cook something you like so you can stay for dinner as well. She’s so sweet and gentle you can never say no, hoping she doesn’t think you’re actually dating his son.

“Your mom is adorable, but you should really move out,” you mentioned once after Baji’s mom had left for a meeting with her friends and the two of you were alone. He rolled his eyes and let himself fall onto his bed. “You think I haven’t tried?”

After the third time his mom had invited you for dinner, you knew you had to come clean. She was clearly being kind because she thought you would be part of the family someday, something that clearly wasn’t in your or Baji’s plans. When you tried and explained to her that you were just friends, she burst into laughter.

"Dear, it hasn't been that long since I was young, you know? I know what kind of special friendship you have with my son,” she said, and you could feel your face burning. “I'm only saying it's not too wild to think it could eventually develop into something more. That's how I ended up meeting Keisuke's dad anyway"

Ma’am―

Nothing made you happier than to find out Baji’s mom was spending the whole weekend at a resort with her friends. Mere seconds after making sure she was already there (and yes, Baji did ask for a photo), you were already on top of each other, tugging on each other’s clothes and throwing them on the floor.

Sitting on his bed and resting on his elbows, Baji watched as you bounced on his cock. You were wearing one of his old-tshirts, and even if you weren’t fully nude, he couldn’t stop thinking about how hot you were. How your thighs looked at you fucked yourself,  the sweatdrops gathering on your forehead and the sounds you were making as you threw your head back.

“C’mere,” he muttered. He pulled you down onto the bed with him and made you gasp in surprise as your chest crashed against his. Laughing, you looked up to him and, before you could say anything he started thrusting inside of you.

“Fuuuuck,” you sighed, feeling your eyes crossing as he found the perfect angle to make every part of your body scream. You held onto his shoulders as he kept on moving and buried your face on the crook of his neck. You muffled your moans against his skin, feeling your release coming soon.

Baji hissed, tapping your back with one of his hands. “Your nails, your nails―”

You immediately let go of the hold on his shoulders. “Shit, sorry,” you said, rubbing the affected area. As a reply, Baji spanked your ass.

“Cut your fucking nails,” he sneered, a devilish smile on his face as he resumed his pace.

You snorted. “Fuck you.”

“Trying to,” he reminded you, making both of you laughed. You were quickly flipped on your back, and Baji climbed on top of you, taking both your wrists and pinning them above your head.

Baji’s long hair formed a curtain on both sides of your head as he sunk himself inside you once more. Your legs circled his waist as he moved his hips even faster than before, determined to make you cum hard. While one of his hands still held your wrists, the other travelled down to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around and over it. He smirked at the loud curse that fell from your lips and watched satisfied as you broke apart, body shaking as you came around him.

He let go of your hands to rest on his forearms, chasing his own orgasm. Still coming down from your high, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head so he was looking at you, making him groan. You started meeting his thrusts, relishing in the overstimulation and not before long, Baji was coming too, muttering curses as his hips mercilessly crashed against yours.

Baji rolled to your side and both of you stayed in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breath. He was the first to clear his mind, lying on his side and looking at you.

“Are you doing anything on Saturday?”

“What, your mom is going away again?” you asked, chuckling. He playfully slapped your thigh and you turned your head at him with a smile. “Why?”

“There’s this guy I think you’ll like.”

You arched your eyebrow. “A guy?”

“Yeah! He’s great. Chifuyu knows him too. He’s single, has a place of his own and I think he’s an… uh… editor? Or was it a journalist?” he looked up at his ceiling, trying to remember.

“Is he at least cute?”

“I mean, he’s not me,” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh. “But he’s a good fuck.”

You snorted. “Did you―”

“Hey, take it as a Yelp review of sorts. It’ll be fun. And if not, we can always leave and fuck it out.”

You let out a long sigh as you considered your options. Baji was a good wingman after all, and it had been a while since you had been on a proper date. If anything, it was good both Baji and Chifuyu knew him. If they liked him, then you probably would too. You took another look at your friend, who looked expectantly at you.

“If it’s not, we’ll leave and fuck it out, but you’ll also buy me a pizza,” you countered.

“Deal,” he grinned. He let out a long yawn, stretching his arms and cracking his bones in the process. “Wanna watch Fear Street again?”

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA ― the one that gets jealous

ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS ★★✩✩✩ DISCRETION ★★★✩✩ POSSESSIVENESS ★★★★★

As many other friends with benefits situations start, yours started at a party. He mentioned he wasn’t ready for a commitment after spending time in prison, and you weren’t looking for anything serious. You still don’t remember what you were laughing about, but once it died down, you realised how close his face was to yours. It took him looking down to your lips for you to kiss him― and everything evolved from there.

While initially, he promised not to let anyone know, he really can’t help himself when you’re out together. His hands always end up on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder or his arms around your body, gently pulling you towards him, no matter who you’re talking with. You had never pictured him as handsy, but he definitely was. Especially if you were talking to someone attractive (but we’ll get to that).

Kazutora’s behaviour makes it very easy for everyone to get suspicious about the nature of your relationship. It’s so obvious Baji ended up texting you, asking to come clean about what the fuck is happening between you two. You explained the situation and assured him no feelings were involved between the two of you, to which he just replied with an eye roll emoji.

Chifuyu is someone else who is very suspicious, but Kazutora and you decide he doesn’t need to know the details. Bold choice, since more than once you’ve locked yourselves in the backroom of the pet shop while Chifuyu was busy with some customers― but you can’t admit it’s not funny for Chifuyu to squint his eyes at you two, knowing something is going off but not being able to prove it.

Kazutora is very gentle with you and loves to stay up talking after you’re done with sex. Before taking your friendship to another level, you had never realised how playful he could be, how he can go from eating you out until you scream to teasing you about your smudged makeup and dishevelled hair.

You’re friends above everything. He’s the guy who will take you on motorcycle rides and speed until you’re laughing and screaming behind him, the one who crashes at your place when he gets himself locked out of his apartment, someone you can trust.

However, lately, you’ve noticed him not leaving your side at parties. He’ll see you laughing a little bit too much with someone and suddenly he has an arm around your back, his hand gently pressed on your arm. If you’re sitting down his hand ends up on your knee― always making sure the other person notices these subtle displays of possessiveness and relents all intentions of getting with you.

You’ve asked him for the reason behind this behaviour, but he always denies it and changes the subject 🙄.

Who was it this time? Ah, right, a blonde guy. His hair was slicked back and he had a charming smile, something that immediately caught your attention the moment he entered Chifuyu’s shop. He was looking for medicated food for his dog and ended up falling into conversation with you, showing you pictures of said dog and making you giggle like a high schooler. He was very good looking and you could tell he had a good build even with the green bomber jacket he was wearing.

It had been more than twenty minutes since he had already paid for the food, but it didn’t seem he was leaving any time soon. His forearms were resting over the top desk as he asked you questions about yourself. You had the biggest smile on your face and just as you took out your phone, ready to ask for his number, you felt a hand setting on your waist and someone standing right behind you.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“Tora, I’m in the middle of―”

“I need you at the back of the shop, please.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

You turned your eyes to Chifuyu, who looked at your exchange with a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t Chifuyu help you?”

“Nope. He can’t,” Kazutora quickly said. His fingers drummed over your skin. “So?”

You looked at the blond guy with an uneasy expression. He was so handsome and you were sure he was just as interested as you were. You hadn’t been on any dates in a while, but he seemed like the perfect guy to take a chance on. You turned your head to tell Kazutora to fuck off, but every intention you had of doing so vanished as you locked your eyes with his golden ones. His long hair tied into a ponytail. His little mole under his right eye.

You still don’t remember what excuse you said to the guy, but in less than one minute Kazutora was desperately kissing you against a wall in the back room. Your fingers were threading on his now loose hair as you moved your lips against his, unable to help yourself. He quickly unbuttoned your shorts and lowered them down along with your panties, leaving you to step out of them while he undid his jeans.

“Tora, you need to stop getting jealous,” you said, noticing how out of breath you already were.

“That guy was bad news,” he replied, freeing his cock from his underwear. You swatted his hands away and started pumping him slowly. Kazutora groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“How― how could he be ‘bad news’? We barely talked.”

“Did you see the way he was looking at you?” he muttered against your lips, his eyes closed as he gave in to the pleasure of your hand stroking him just right.

“Yeah, like he liked me. And I liked him too. What’s the problem with― fuck.”

Kazutora’s cold fingers slipped past your folds, making you shudder at the contact. He gathered some wetness in them before he started circling your clit. You bit back a moan and quickened the pace of your own hand, feeling him getting impossibly hard.

A few moments later, his hand left you, only to grab one of your legs and put it around his hip. Taking the hint, you guided him to your entrance, feeling your mind going blank as your friend buried himself into you.

Holding onto the last bit of rationale you had left, you put your hands on his cheeks, pushing him away just enough to be able to look at his eyes again.

“Tora, you― you can’t fall in love with me,” you whispered as he rocked his hips against you, slowly dragging his cock in and out.

Kazutora watched you in silence as he kept fucking into you, his eyes looking for something he didn’t seem to find in yours.

He pushed some of your hair away from your place and shook his head gently. “You think too highly of yourself.”

“I’m serious, you can’t― we can’t―”

Kazutora thrusts became faster and made all the words inside your head disappear. You held onto his shoulders and buried your face in his neck as he fucked deep into you, his muffled moans a fucking symphony only for you as he drove you closer to your edge. 

You knew you were meant to have this conversation sooner than later. But, in the back of Chifuyu’s pet shop, between your pending discussion, the blond guy and the suspicious owner of the store, there was nothing strong enough to take your mind off of Kazutora― and the way he gently kissed your neck as he made you fall apart around his cock.

kita + 7 (are you hitting on x for me?) + meet cute + coffeeshop au!!! i get that this might be a handful so i understand if you scrap it :)

i wanted to request sold to inarizaki but you crossed that out 😞 (/j)

surprise! i'm still doing these ahaha i'm so sorry. so so sorry. that's all i've got slkdfjsj tysm <3 sorry no one was sold to inarizaki in the making of this fic

kita shinsuke + “are you hitting on x for me?” + coffeeshop au + meet-cute (fic)

You’ve always loved the rain.

While you know that it’s bad for business— especially during the first few days of the wet season, as everyone stays inside and tries to acclimate to colder temperatures and gray skies, you can’t help but smile to yourself as you lean your elbow on the counter and watch the heavens open outside. The soft music perpetually playing during open hours is only complemented by the sound of tapping on the windows and roof, relaxing you so much you nearly forget that you’re supposed to be working when someone walks in the door.

You straighten up when you realize that your view of the street has been obscured by— oh, my.

He has greyish hair, layered underneath with jet black, a frame that suggests a healthy balance of hard muscle and softness, and a book tucked beneath his arm. You notice that despite the deluge and a noticeable lack of umbrella, he’s somehow not wet, and for one wild second you wonder if he’s a god from the old stories, here to test your human kindness. Then you return to your senses and remember that you share an overhang with the neighboring business.

“Hello,” you say, somewhat belatedly as he’s already nearly reached your countertop. “I hope your day’s going well.”

“It is,” he says, voice as melodious and even as the patter of raindrops outside. “How about yours?”

“Oh, it’s great,” you say, and your eye contact lingers just a little too long. “Anyway, what can I do for you?”

“A black coffee and, ah, one’a these, please,” he says, picking up a newspaper from the stand on his side of the counter and sliding it halfway to you. You tap the screen of the register, then read off his total, inwardly cringing as you revert to your customer service voice automatically. “Oh, and just a little sugar and cream, if that’s okay.”

“No,” you say, a grin teasing the corners of your mouth. “You have to drink it as bitter as possible, didn’t you know? Store policy.”

“By all means, then,” he says, eyes twinkling. Those eyes look like café au lait, you thought, turning your face away from him so he won’t see the way your mind is spinning over simple coffee-colored eyes. You stare at coffee all day, every day; you should be desensitized, even to such a beautiful shade in a beautiful face.

Café au lait, café au lait, café au lait.

Those gentle, knowing eyes remain in your head while you make the drink, and when you’re handing it out to him you realize with no small amount of mortification that you’ve made him a café au lait. You jerk your hand back last minute, hissing as scalding coffee pours over your palm and wrist.

“Is everything okay? Are you okay?” He half-rises from his seat, looking so concerned you could just die from embarrassment.

“I just realized… I made you the wrong drink — you have the easiest order ever, too, this is so… I’m so sorry, sir, I’ll fix that, and-and let me get you your money back, gosh—”

You’re not even sure if your rambling is sensical as you back away from him, resisting the urge to smack yourself on the head for fear that you’ll look even crazier to him — Kita, he’d said his name was, even though there was no one else in the shop. He even has an attractive name for crying out loud. You want to go home and un-live this experience.

“Alright, here’s your coffee,” you say, holding out a black coffee containing spare amounts of sugar and cream. “I’m so, so sorry about that, and here’s your money, too. I hope you weren’t in any kind of rush; I apologize again.”

“Don’t worry,” says Kita, a kind smile on his face. “And please, keep the money. I like to pay for my drinks. It wasn’t any trouble, so don’t stress yourself about it.” He’s nice, too. You’re sure your face is hot enough to steam right now. Perhaps you should go and take a walk in the rain.

“No, please, it’s on the house,” you insist, still holding out the money. “Besides, it was all my fault — if you won’t consider it for the time taken, consider it for the very great pleasure a pair of fine eyes can give. Uh.”

You clamp your lips shut. Oh, you’ve done it now. You sound deranged, quoting Pride & Prejudice to this stranger. You really need that walk in the rain.

He laughs; not a polite, restrained laugh, though it’s not a shocked burst either. He simply sounds… happy. Happy to hear you spend five minutes being an absolutely nonsensical wreck of a human being, if you can believe it. You nearly can’t.

“If you phrase it like that, I guess I can’t refuse. But I’m sure I’ll be back to repay ya.” He takes a sip of his coffee, savoring it. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You wave faintly as he exits the shop, bell on the door jingling cheerfully and a flash of bright eyes looking at you through the window before he passes out of sight. Perhaps, you muse out loud to yourself, that wasn’t so bad.

Kita keeps his word — you weren’t sure he would, being apparently a man bound by great politeness to soothe a frazzled barista, but he does, and far sooner than you’d thought he would. The next day, he walks in again, still untouched by the tempest outside. He orders the same thing and doesn’t seem to notice when you give him a twenty percent discount, and this time you keep yourself together enough to have a pleasant (if short) conversation with him and make his drink correctly. He comes in the next day, and the next day again, and the next and the next and the next.

He comes in when it’s busy and when it’s empty, when the sun finally makes its return under weak cloud cover, when you’re not working the register and then he simply smiles at you while he takes his daily newspaper from the stack. It was difficult from the get-go, but now you’re starting to have serious concerns that you’re developing real feelings for a customer. You wonder if he’d still come in for black coffee if there were pigs flying in the sliver of sky you can see from the storefront window.

While you’re in certainly more than the average employee, even a small business owner has to take a break sometime. You can’t resist coming in to check in on your beloved coffee shop and are pleased to see it buzzing with activity, enough that you don’t want to trouble your employees by ordering something yourself. Instead, you walk outside to check out the other shops in the area.

Next to you is a bookstore, which you haven’t visited since the week you moved in. The owner had been away, then, visiting his grandmother in the country, so you’d made your introductions to his interim manager, a friendly man named Ojiro. You’d also left a bag of roast beans and a voucher for a huge number of free pastries that you’re not sure had ever been used, topped with a card stating well wishes for the owner and his family.

Stepping inside, you wish instantly that you’d thought to stop by in between. The store has a beautiful ambiance and the sweet smell of books permeates the air. You head straight for the shelves, losing yourself quickly in deciding what you want to buy.

“Can I help you find anythin’?” You look up from a worn copy of Kokoro and feel your face break into a smile without your permission. Across from you, Kita looks equal parts shocked and pleased, his thick eyebrows raised. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” you say, somewhat shyly. “Um— actually, yes, do you have…”

He leads you through the stacks with a natural air of confidence; never over-inflated or egoistic, just like he knows where everything in the store is or goes. As you walk, he picks up stray books and reshelves them without pausing, keeping up a natural flow of conversation as he asks about your current reads or past favorites.

In the end, you buy three books, and he walks all the way to the register with you. He must be really dedicated to making this sale, you think.

“Heya!” The cashier is a blond man with a sparkling smile who looks just a few years younger than Kita. His nametag, which is askew on his shirt, reads Miya. He must be related to one of your employees — the same last name, and the same face. “Oh, you’re the coffee person, right?”

“I suppose I am,” you say, setting down your choices on the counter. You’re neighbors, after all, it wouldn’t be surprising if he recognized you from visiting his brother or getting coffee.

“I gotta say, you’ve got great taste in books,” says Miya. “Not that I’d know, I can’t read — that’s a joke, don’t worry — but I’m sure Kita-san approves. He does like someone who’s as into words as he is.”

“I hope he does,” you smile at Kita, who has stepped behind the counter to organize a stack of books. “He helped me pick them out.”

“You already knew what you wanted, I just made a few suggestions. One, really.”

“Ooh,” Miya waggles his eyebrows. “The ol’ customer service trick. Ya sly fox, you.”

“Be professional,” chastises Kita, but there doesn’t seem to be much heart in it, and the tips of his ears are an enchanting shade of pink. You have to tear your eyes away and focus on your own hands so that you don’t say anything stupid or accidentally tip two hundred percent.

Atsumu seems to notice it as well.

“Hey, you must be a library book,” he says loudly, and you wrinkle your eyebrows, confused.

“Atsumu, this is a book shop,” says Kita helplessly. He is ignored.

“Because he can’t stop checkin’ you out!” That startles a laugh out of you.

“Thank you? I think?” Atsumu nods at you wisely, sidestepping his coworker’s fumbling attempt at nudging him into ceasing. Kita seems to be blushing more now, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips even as he seems unable to make eye contact with you.

“Your total will be thirty-three-hundred yen,” the younger man tells you. “Also, Kita-san, d’you wear glasses?”

“Clearly not?”

“Maybe you should, ‘cause—” Kita claps a hand over Atsumu’s mouth. You think you hear something like phone rent faintly escape the gag, but it makes no sense, so you can’t be sure.

“Are you hitting on me… for him?” You ask, amused. His reply is enthusiastic but incomprehensible.

“Atsumu, thank you, I can take it from here. You should take your break now. Goodbye.” Atsumu is shoved in the direction of the back room, and disappears with a cheeky salute and one last eyebrow wiggle.

“I’m so sorry, his twin took all the brains in the womb. It’s a very serious medical condition.”

“I’m sure,” you say, mock-seriously. “But I appreciated the effort. It was cute—”

“Ya thought he was cute?” Kita looks up at you with sharp eyes.

“—Even if it was by proxy. I wouldn’t mind it directly from you, next time, if there were a next time. Uh. Yes.”

“Yes,” Kita says, like the word’s a revelation. “Yes. Um. Your receipt.”

“Oh, I don’t need it,” you say, but he’s holding it out, so you take it, tucking it under the front cover of one of your books and scooping them into your arms. “Thank you, Kita.”

“Thank you,” he bows shortly. “Come by anytime.”

It’s only when you open the book and the receipt comes fluttering out that two things come to light. Firstly, forty percent had been taken off your total. Employee discount was noted next to the calculations. You suppose he had noticed all the times you’d charged less for his coffees. Secondly, there’s handwriting on the thin sheet of printed paper.

Kita Shinsuke. (xxx) xxx-xxxx. I hope this isn’t presumptuous.

Next to it, the writing much smaller, as though he didn't want you to actually read it:

It would be a Crime and Punishment not to take you out.

Skip Google for Research

As Google has worked to overtake the internet, its search algorithm has not just gotten worse.  It has been designed to prioritize advertisers and popular pages often times excluding pages and content that better matches your search terms 

As a writer in need of information for my stories, I find this unacceptable.  As a proponent of availability of information so the populace can actually educate itself, it is unforgivable.

Below is a concise list of useful research sites compiled by Edward Clark over on Facebook. I was familiar with some, but not all of these.

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Google is so powerful that it “hides” other search systems from us. We just don’t know the existence of most of them. Meanwhile, there are still a huge number of excellent searchers in the world who specialize in books, science, other smart information. Keep a list of sites you never heard of.

www.refseek.com - Academic Resource Search. More than a billion sources: encyclopedia, monographies, magazines.

www.worldcat.org - a search for the contents of 20 thousand worldwide libraries. Find out where lies the nearest rare book you need.

https://link.springer.com - access to more than 10 million scientific documents: books, articles, research protocols.

www.bioline.org.br is a library of scientific bioscience journals published in developing countries.

http://repec.org - volunteers from 102 countries have collected almost 4 million publications on economics and related science.

www.science.gov is an American state search engine on 2200+ scientific sites. More than 200 million articles are indexed.

www.pdfdrive.com is the largest website for free download of books in PDF format. Claiming over 225 million names.

www.base-search.net is one of the most powerful researches on academic studies texts. More than 100 million scientific documents, 70% of them are free

some SICK FUCK just responded to a FIVE YEAR OLD COMMENT I left on a Hamilton animatic to say "I don't actually care about this comment, I just wanted to remind you you had a Hamilton phase 5 years ago". What kind of MALICIOUS,

i just realized that since big hero 6 takes place in 2032, if it was real hiro's parents just recently died or would soon because they died when he was 3 and he would be turning 4 in 2022

let's not think about the 2019-2022 pandemic going on

let's not think about how such a pandemic causing his parents' death would make Tadashi grow up to want to provide better free universal healthcare and lead him to majoring in engineering to create a "personal healthcare companion"

Additionally: Robots are relatively bad disease vectors, so can switch between patients without infecting new people (courtesy of @mycomancy)

let's not think about how Cass relies on her cafe to provide for her family and that maybe she was so unwilling to close in Baymax! was because there was a time when it had to be closed and it was difficult to take care of a 3 year old and 10 year old

let's not think about how they are canonically a low-income partially poc family (reasoning: hiro received a full grant instead of full scholarship (honestly he probably got both and used the scholarship money for his projects); grants are for low income students.)