I'm supposed to be packing for college rn and as soon as I'm done with this I will get back to that but I had to deliver this story to you guys. I'm pretty happy with it but if it seems insensitive or a misrepresentation to anyone please let me know. For those wondering where this fits in my canon, uh, not sure if it does fit in my canon. Right now stories like Moving Too Fast aren't prepped to fit in with the plot of the story, all though some of the smaller details do fit in my canon. Right now this is just a story about two brothers against the world.

I gotta plug 3 things before we get to the story.

FIRST, today or tomorrow my OC-focused story will come out, the first time I'm writing totally original main characters who are not biologically related to any canonical BH6 characters. I'm SO excited for that one to come out, I can't even.

SECOND, oh my gosh, if you haven't checked out TheSparklyKitten's one-shots yet what the heck are you doing, they're so good!

THIRD, throwback to 2014 with Crazy Asian Driver by Tohdoh, which is just an adorable Wasabi and GoGo friendship story that I didn't know existed until recently.

Khary Lewis Ginger could cry on command, a talent that had landed him various different roles since he started acting a few years ago. As he stood at the door to his brother's apartment, knocking with shaking hands, the tears streaming down his face were not an act.

It took Wesley "Wasabi" Payton Ginger a few minutes to hear the knocking and reach the door. His heart stopped when he saw his seventeen-year-old little brother standing, sobbing in front of him. He immediately pulled Khary into a hug, guiding him inside his immaculate apartment.

Wasabi hugged Khary for a few minutes, rubbing his back and letting him calm down a bit before explaining what was wrong, though worst-case scenarios already ran through his head. Finally, Khary stopped sniffling.

"Buddy? What happened?"

"M-mom…"

"What did she do?" Khary fell onto the couch, his mind frantic as he tried to explain.

"She found my makeup, threw it out, and said that in no way was I allowed to wear it. She said no son of hers was going to question his gender and when I told her that I wasn't questioning anything she said that no real man painted their face like that. She threatened to kick me out if I didn't stop acting gay. All I did was wear makeup, Wes, that doesn't make me less of anything, but she seemed to think it does… And that being anything other than cis and straight means I'm damaged, but the only thing about me is damaged is what she's done to me… So I came here, because… Because you get that."

Wasabi had kept an arm around Khary the whole time and he hugged him even tighter when he finished.

"You're staying here from now on," Wasabi said definitively, "because I don't care what you identify as. You're my little brother."

"I don't know what I identify as, man. I just like wearing makeup."

"That's okay too, Khary. Let me go get your things. You can stay here and never have to see them again."

"I should go back, say goodbye…"

"You don't owe them anything, not even a goodbye. If that's what you want, then I support you, but if you aren't comfortable seeing them again, I understand."

"Dad…" Khary said quietly, "He didn't do anything."

"I know how that goes, bud. He doesn't do anything right and he doesn't do anything wrong either. He just doesn't do anything. If you want to talk to him, maybe you should do it some other time, away from mom. Not now, while things are still so heated."

"Yeah, maybe I should, maybe I should just stay home." The word home slipped so naturally off of Khary's tongue when he was talking about being with his brother. Wasabi hugged his brother one more time before he got up to go.

"I just need to grab something real quick and then I'll go get your stuff. And I'll buy you more makeup, okay? Anything you like."

"D-don't promise that, Wes… I'll get my own when I have the cash. Money doesn't grow on trees."

Wasabi let out a short, pained laugh, "Don't ever say that here. Yes, earning money is hard work and you should understand the value of it, but joy has value. Makeup brings you joy, making you happy brings me joy, I'm getting you at least some of the basics, okay?"

"Thanks, Wes, you're the best."

"I know. Stay here, make yourself comfortable. I'll bring us a pizza on the way home."

"Thank you." Wasabi grabbed something from his bedroom, hiding it in his palm until he was out in the car. Then he pinned the pink, blue, and purple pin to his sweater, planning to march into his family's home wearing his pride on his sleeve and just see what they were going to do about it.

When he reached his parent's home he began to pound on the door until Deborah Ginger opened it. He was fuming and she seemed scared. Good, though he wasn't going to inflict any physical pain, nothing he could do would match up to the emotional abuse she'd inflicted on him and his brothers.

"What do you want?"

"I'm getting Khary's things. He showed up at my door crying because of you, there's no way he's coming back to this hellhole."

"You would understand if your child acted this inappropriately, I didn't say anything to Khary that you wouldn't have said if you were in my shoes."

"One day I'm going to have kids, not to prove you wrong but because I want to send good out into the world. Proving you wrong will be an added bonus. How is eyeshadow inappropriate, Deborah? You're clearly just mad because he probably does his makeup better than you."

"Get out of my house!"

"Gladly, right after I get Khary's things. How's it feel, driving away all of your sons because you couldn't just love them, you couldn't just be proud of them? Nevermind. I knew pride was too much to expect from you. Good talk, it will be our last." Then Wasabi stormed upstairs and began to gather things, trying to be as strategic about it as he could. Khary was messier than he was and so a lot of Khary's stuff ended up just having to be shoved in Wasabi's car but in the end, Wasabi managed to grab everything in just a little over an hour.

Soon he was back at his apartment with the pizza and one of Khary's suitcases.

"Dinner time, we can unload at your leisure afterward." Khary was sprawled across Wasabi's couch, and, normally, Wasabi refused to eat on his couch for cleanliness, but he made an exception for his little brother.

"Nice pin," Khary commented.

"Thanks."

"When did you get a Nintendo Switch?"

"A couple of months ago, I missed decimating my younger brother in Mario Kart."

"Oh, you're so on." Wasabi knew that getting used to living with his brother again wouldn't be easy, and the next few weeks would probably bring growing pains, but right now, this moment with Khary was good. Come what may, he was proud to be Khary's brother.