Hiro felt his heart stop and nearly dropped the mask when he saw who the man behind the mask was, his familiar brown eyes one of the only few things he recognized.
Though at least half of his face was scarred, Hiro recognized Tadashi almost instantly. The right side of his face a red and bumpy mess that seemed to bleed into his normal half. His mouth hung open as he breathed heavily. His right eye even seemed to be hallway open, being forced that way by the puffiness of the scar.
Despite his horrific features, Hiro felt his heart drop and his hands start to shake as he spoke. "Tadashi?"
His brother looked confused, squinting his eyes as he tried to turn over onto his stomach and kept his eyes focused on the younger boy. "Who the hell is Tadashi?" he asked.