Hey guys! Welcome to chapter 2! :D Thanks to everyone for reviewing, you have nooooo idea how much that means to me! ^w^ Um, gonna be honest, this chapter gets... pretty intense around the middle, so if you're underage you may want to skip, but I swear that nothing actually goes down and it ends in awesome brotherly fluff! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy, and I'll let you get to reading now! :) Virtual almond shortbread cookies to all of my reviewers this week!

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"WASABI!" The dark skinned youth tries not to cringe as he hears the voice of his younger sibling just outside his office, sounding like an archangel who had just been majorly crossed.
"Oh, um, hey Tadashi!" he says, trying to look casual as he turns to face his rather irate looking young man. "What's up?"
"What's up? What's UP? I'll tell you what's up!" Tadashi growls. "SOMEONE re-arranged my office without permission AGAIN!"
"Aw, c'mon man, don't be like that," Wasabit whimpers, honestly slightly scared when he sees the dark look on his brother's face. Tadashi could look like an adorable sleepy panda most of the time, but when he became angry about something, that panda became a grizzly with fangs and claws fully out and ready to rip apart the perpetrator. "You know I'm just trying to help!"
"HELP? Do you KNOW how much work you just undid?" Tadashi cries. "I was almost finished with my project-I was literally about five minutes from being done! But stupid me, I went off to grab coffee, and then I come back to find everything completely gone!"
"Look, Dashi, I am super sorry!" Wasabi apologizes, feeling insanely guilty at those words. "I swear, I didn't know! You just go so long between office cleanings that I worry that you might cause a fire hazard or something-"
"Like hell you do!" Tadashi snaps, beyond reason at this point. "You just like messing with my life any chance you get and trying to control it! If it's not my office, it's my room. If it's not my room, it's my clothes. And if it's not my clothes, it's my boyfriend! What is your ISSUE?"
"I-I'm just trying to look out for you," Wasabi tries to tell him weakly.
"Well, news flash-I'm an adult who can take care of myself, and you're not mom or dad, so rack off!" Tadashi snarls before whirling around and heading back out into the hallway. As he stamps away, he tries not to feel too guilty as the image of Wasabi's broken expression. Still, even as he enters his office and slams the door shut, his conscience keeps nagging at him and he lets out an annoyed if slightly exhausted groan as he sinks into his chair. He really didn't know why he'd snapped like that-it just seemed like all of the pressures lately from classes and trying to work on his robotics project, Baymax, were all piling up on him like a heavy load on the end of a branch, and Wasabi had been the trigger to make the branch snap. As the younger man begins searching around for the pieces to his missing project, he tries to comfort his conscience with the fact that his brother really did need to lay off of him and that it had been his own fault for messing with his office again, after he'd told him countless times not to do so. But even as he pulls out tools and attempts to get to work, the guilt won't leave him alone and he eventually gives up the effort, knowing that he'd never be able to concentrate like this.
Suddenly, a familiar aroma comes to him and he notices a plate and a mug sitting on the far counter over by the window. Curiously, he goes over, only to feel a slight stab in his heart as he sees a small tray with freshly baked cookies (almond shortbread, his favorite) and a steaming cup of lavender chai tea (Wasabi's specialty) sitting there, along with a note written in his brother's immaculate cursive: "Just a little surprise for you. I know you've been really stressed out lately, but know that I love you and I'm here if you need me. Love, Your Nii-chan."
"'Sabi…" Tadashi feels his shoulders slump with regret. His sibling had only been trying to help, and yet he'd treated him like he was less than dirt. He couldn't leave things like this. He had to make things right. Leaving everything behind, he pushes the door to his office open and races off down the hall to apologize to his brother. Unfortunately, he only got about halfway before he ran into trouble.
"Well, look who we have here!" a sneering voice says as a pair of strong hands is suddenly grabbing him and shoving him up against the wall.
"Ugh" Tadashi cringes and wrinkles his face up in disgust as he recognizes the young man who was pinning him by his arms. Snotlout-or Scott, as his name actually was (Fred was responsible for the nickname)-had hated his guts ever since elementary school. It wasn't like Tadashi had ever done anything to him, but for some reason the bully had targeted him and decided to make his life a living hell.
"If it isn't the fag!" the other boy says in a mocking voice. Behind him, his faithful cronies, Ruffnut and Tuffnut (again, nicknamed by Fred), laughed and watched the exchange with slight glee. Whether they were truly malicious, were too scared of Snotlout to go against him, or just enjoyed a good fight (they were forever at each other's necks), Tadashi wasn't sure, but it left him with a cold feeling in his stomach. He was honestly pretty strong and could take almost anyone in a fair martial arts fight. But three against one, especially when one of the perpetrators was Snotlout (who, alongside being a jerk, was something of a local wrestling champion), was not making things look too good for him. Still, trying not to let on just how freaked out that he is, Tadashi says in a slow but annoyed tone, "I'm not a 'fag', moron. I'm bisexual, or, if you're brain can't process that, you can just say that I'm gay. But 'faggot' is just a term used by ignorant people who refuse to take the time to learn anything about the lgbtq community."
Unfortunately, this attempt to educate him on the finer points of homosexuality fell flat,and Snotlout's expression darkens visibly. "If I say you're a fag, you're a fag!" he growls, using his arm to shove Tadashi roughly against the wall again, nearly knocking the breath out of him. "Stop trying to make me sound stupid!"
"Don't need my help for that," Tadashi says in a low tone, trying not to cry out at the pain he was experiencing. Honestly, he had no idea why Snotlout was at SFIT, except maybe that his dad wanted him in the prestigious university for the sake of the family name despite the boy's obvious lack of interest in any studying except for the study of what exactly his fists could do to other people.
Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who had apparently heard Tadashi's comment, started laughing (despite not being the brightest bulbs in the bucket themselves), which only seemed to anger Snotlout further. "You think that's funny?" he demands, glowering, his face so close to Tadashi's that the other youth could smell his rancid breath. "You think you that you're so special just because you suck dicks?"
Tadashi feels a flash of anger at that, but, knowing that saying anything at this point would only aggravate things, he keeps his mouth shut in a tight line. Unfortunately, it seemed like Snotlout wasn't going to let him off with silence, either, because this time he roughly slaps Tadashi across the face.
"You think you're better than me, huh?" he demands. "You think you're this perfect little gay who can get away with whatever he likes and charms the pants right off of the professors?" A twisted smile crossing his face, he says, "Oh, I get it… So that's what you're doing, huh, Hamada? You getting all of those A's by playing whore to all of the teachers? Well, that certainly explains all that time you spend in Professor Callaghan's office…"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Tadashi cries, thrashing violently now. "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO SUGGEST THAT PROFESSOR CALLAGHAN WOULD EVER DO SUCH A THING!"
"Wow, he's got you pretty good, doesn't he, Hamada?" Snotlout responds with another sick smile, easily constraining the other boy. And then a dangerous gleam enters his eyes. "Hm… I wonder if the prof would mind sharing his pet around a little? Surely there's more than enough of you to go around, eh, pretty boy?"
"No." Tadashi's eyes go wide with horror as the words settle and he begins struggling with renewed effort. "No! Let me go, you sick, twisted bastard!"
"Oh, c'mon-if you really like sucking dicks, does it really matter to you whose you're doing?" Snotlout answers with condescending sweetness. "I'm no fag, but if that's what you enjoy doing, I'm willing to indulge you."
"No… please..." Tadashi shrinks away horror, knowing now that he isn't going to be able to fight him off and that his only recourse is to beg for mercy, even though he can almost guarantee that there won't be any.
"Aw, why so shy all of a sudden?" Snotlout says in a sick coo. "I'll bet you've been fantasizing about this for a long time, haven't you? I mean, I'm three times the man that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend will ever be! Surely you know that I would be so much better-"
"The HELL do you think you're doing with my brother?" At the sound of the voice, all four youths turn to see Wasabi, an almost visible storm cloud of anger gathering behind him as he comes towards them.
"D-David!" An expression of almost horror crosses Snotlout's face as he instantly lets go of Tadashi and backs up several steps. As strong as he was, even he knew better than to mess with Wasabi. The African American youth was known for his imposing figure and, even though Tadashi knew that he was a total teddy bear deep down, he also had seen what his brother could do when a member of his family was threatened.
"I asked, 'What are you doing with my brother?'" Wasabi repeats when Snotlout or either of his cronies fails to respond, continuing to advance towards them and the storm cloud only growing.
"I-We-It was just a joke, y'know?" Snotlout weakly stammers out. "Just messing with him a little-you know how bros do, right?" He gives Tadashi's shoulder what he guessed was supposed to look like a friendly punch, but it served to only exacerbate the situation.
"I am going to give you to three to get the hell out of my sight," Wasabi growls menacingly, "Or I will call Campus Security on you and they'll have your asses in jail for attempted assault faster than any of you could possibly try to run away from them."
For a moment, Snotlout and the other two seem frozen in fear, too scared to even move, but then Wasabi snarls, "One…" and in an instant they're taking off across the lab like frightened rabbits.
"Yeah, you'd better run! And if I ever see you even so much as looking at my brother again, I will have you hauled in and file you in charges up to your eyeballs!" Wasabi shouts, shaking a fist at them before turning his attention to his younger sibling, who had slid down the wall to the floor by this point and was huddled in a sort of upright fetal position. "Oh my gosh, Tadashi!" he cries, his anger momentarily forgotten as his concern washes it out of his mind. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asks, instantly by his sibling's side and looking him over for any signs of injury. "Did they-?" He can't even form the question, it's too horrible to even think about.
"No," Tadashi mumbles, his gaze unfocused like he was having a hard time connecting with reality at the moment. "They didn't… But he… He said he was going to-"
"Oh my gosh, I am so, so sorry," Wasabi whispers, pulling his younger brother into a tight embrace. "I… I don't even have words for this, I am just so sorry you had to go through that…"
"He...He called me a fag," Tadashi finally manages to get out, his voice cracking as tears begin to spill out of his eyes. "He said I was sleeping around with professors to get good grades, and that I should be happy that he wanted to… to…"
"Sh… Sh… It's okay," Wasabi whispers, hugging him tighter and beginning to rock him gently back and forth. Of course it really wasn't okay, but that's what he needed him to believe-for both of them to believe if they were going to get through this. "It's going to be okay. You know that you're not any of those things, right? So don't listen to him."
"But… But this is my fault…" Tadashi sobs quietly.
"What? How is this your fault?" Wasabi asks, instantly feeling confusion and slight fear welling up in his chest.
"T-this probably happened because I was being a jerk to you earlier and I deserved to be punished…" Tadashi whimpers, burying his face into his brother's chest. "I'm so sorry, I never should have yelled at you like that…"
"What? No!" Wasabi cries before beginning to softly stroke his hair like the Hamadas always did when one of them was upset. "Oh, Dashi, no! I mean, yeah, maybe you shouldn't have yelled at me. But I shouldn't have invaded your space like that, and besides, there's no way that Snotlout trying to… Trying to do stuff has anything to do with that! No one, I mean no one, deserves to be treated like they have no say in what someone else does, especially not when it comes to sex, so don't you ever think that you ever deserve to have someone try to hurt you like that, okay?"
"O-okay…" Tadashi agrees shakily, huddling closer. Wasabi didn't know if he'd truly accepted those words, but he could only hope.
"What do you want to do now?" Wasabi asks softly after a couple of minutes. His first instinct was to go to the dean of student affairs or campus security, or at least to the head of their lab, Professor Callaghan, but he knew that, before doing any of that, he needed to get Tadashi to a safe place both physically and emotionally.
"I really, really want to be with Fred right now," Tadahsi admits after a few moments of silence.
"Okay then, we'll make sure you get to him as soon as possible," Wasabi promises.
"Whoa, what happened here?" Startled by the sudden sound of another voice, Wasabi looks up to see a gangly youth with slightly overgrown brown hair and large, duck-taped glasses staring down at them with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Almost instantly, he recognizes him as Hiccup, one of Tadashi's friends from the lab, (as well as, oddly enough, Snotlout's cousin, despite the two boys being polar opposites.)
"Scott happened here," Wasabi responds blandly, refusing to use the perpetrator's nickname when something so serious had just gone down. He didn't want to say too much when Tadashi was still so shaken up, but that simple phrase was enough to communicate everything that needed to be said.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" Hiccup apologizes, instantly looking guilty, as if somehow he was responsible for his cousin's actions. "Is-is he okay?" he asks, gesturing to the young man in Wasabi's arms.
"I think he will be," Wasabi answers. "But right now, I need to get contacting Fred for Tadashi's sake, and then I'm planning to go see Professor Callaghan to report this-I'm not about to let Scott go free on this. I can't be worrying all the time that my brother is going to get assaulted whenever he come to the lab, and that isn't healthy for Tadashi either."
"Right." Hiccup nods his head in understanding before asking, "What can I do to help?"
"Could you maybe watch Tadashi for me while I go take care of that stuff?" Wasabi answers after a moment's thought.
"O-oh, of couse," Hiccup agrees, looking slightly surprised by the request but obviously eager to be of any assistance that he could. As Wasabi starts to get up, however, Tadashi lets out a tiny cry of protest.
"P-please… Don't leave me, nii-chan," he begs shakily, holding onto him tighter.
Wasabi was at a loss-how was he supposed to take care of all of that stuff and his brother at the same time?-when Hiccup stepped in almost with the solution.
"Tell you what," he says, pulling out his phone. "I'll call Fred and go get Professor Callaghan, and you stay here with Tadashi. How does that sound?"
"That would be amazing," Wasabi responds with obvious relief. "You sure you're okay with that?"
"Of course!" Hiccup reassures him. "I don't mind, honest-I'm just glad there's something I can do! I just… Ugh, I don't even want to talk about my cousin's behavior right now! Just know that I'm definitely going to be talking to my dad about this, and hopefully he and my uncle can talk some sense into him." He doesn't sound terribly optimistic about this last part, as he'd been trying unsuccessfully to get his family to "talk some sense" into Snotlout for years, but at least he was willing to give it a try.
"Do you have Fred's number?" Tadashi asks, his voice somewhat muffled by Wasabi's sweater.
"If I don't, I've got Jack's number and he can find him even if he's in a class," Hiccup promises, naming a mutual friend of theirs over at SFIT who hung out with Fred and knew how to get ahold of him in emergencies.
"All right, sounds like a plan, then," Wasabi says with obvious relief. Hiccup waves to them as he hurries off to carry out his assigned tasks, and the older boy is left holding his younger brother in the hallway. A part of him wonders if he should move things into his office, or somewhere more private, but Tadashi seems content to be where he is at the moment and he doesn't want to ruin things by upsetting him further, so he just forces down his slight discomfort and continues to softly stroke his sibling's hair.
"I love you, 'Sabi," Tadashi finally murmurs, his breathing evening out as if he was starting to fall asleep, something Wasabi was glad for-hopefully if he could sleep he'd be feeling better about things by the time that he woke up again (sleep was just magical like that, a sort of natural cure-all.)
"I love you too, little bro," Wasabi whispers back, gazing down tenderly at his sibling and feeling a surge of warm almost-paternal affection towards him as the other boy curls softly up against him.
"I'm really, really glad that you're my brother," Tadashi manages to get out before going still, obviously having finally drifted off.
"I'm glad I am too, little man," Wasabi reassures him, feeling the need to answer despite the fact that the other boy probably couldn't hear him. "And I wouldn't change that for the world."