High School Stories [OG & Elementals : BOBOIBOY]

{1} A blazing meeting [BLAZE]

On this week's Tuesday morning, an event rarer than Earth gaining yet another quasi-satellites that doesn't orbit in horseshoe motion, a second-class junior named Blaze is seen frowning at a shelf in a library.

Yes, a library.

As in, a place Blaze is very unlikely to be seen inside. Is the world ending?!

"Where is it..." He mutters to himself, amber eyes skimming through titles in a breeze. His finger is touching the books' spine as he goes past it. It's seven in the morning, which means it's thirty minutes before class even starts. With how his bag is haphazardly thrown in one of the library's couches, he's been inside for a while.

What is he searching for, some wonder. There's an angry frown on Blaze's lips, as if he too doesn't believe nor like the fact that he's searching for a book. Disgusting.

"G... g... geo? No, not geography... geo..." He continues, before it was cut with a startled yelp when his shoulder came in contact with an unexpected guest. Blaze stabilises himself before looking up with a sheepish grin, "Sorry!"

"It's cool, are you okay?"

"Yep." Blaze stared at the other for a few seconds, "...you look familiar."

Beside him, a taller student scratched his cheek, "Ah... I do?"

The student has fluffy brown hair, with a curiously white lock on his bangs. His eyes are earthy brown, like Blaze's big brother's favourite colour. He's holding into a book that--

"Oh!" Blaze gasped, "I was looking for that!"

The student blinks, with how tall he is Blaze suspects he's senior year, "Eh? A study in geometry?"

"Yes!" The shorter frowns, "I was having problems with it. I remembered my brother is recommending the book for beginners."

"I didn't expect you to..."

"Read books?"

"...well rumours are everywhere."

Blaze huffs, "They're all nosy!"

"So it's not the truth?" The student --god, Blaze needs to learn his name-- raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." Blaze's voice wobbled, an embarrassed flush decorated his cheeks, "N-- no?"

They blinked at each other for a moment. There's no judgement in the suspected-senior's eyes, but Blaze crumbled anyway, "Okay maybe it's not that far off..."

His face was red when the other let out a quiet laugh, "What changed, then?"

"Um." Blaze frowns, fiddling with his fingers, suddenly meek, "...I'm trying not to ask my brothers for help..."

"Huh?" A blink, "Exams are next week, no? Why not?"

"I-- I might--" Blaze slaps his own cheeks, "A bet!"

"A... bet?"

"With Solar!"

The senior is not friends with Solar, but with how everyone knows the guy, he gets the idea immediately, "...you said you can pass without his help?"

"...yes."

The other is kind enough to let Blaze wallow in his misery for a few seconds in silence, before he taps Blaze's shoulder with a kind smile, "There's thirty minutes to kill, and I'm pretty decent in geometry. If you want to, I can try to help...?"

"You'll..." Blaze's eyes sparkle, "You'll help me?!"

"Shh!"

"Whoops!"

The other laughs quietly, "I-- I mean, if you refuse that's fine too, we're not even--"

"I'm Blaze!"

Those brown eyes blinked at him in confusion for the third time, before it closed when his lips smiled brightly, "I'm Boboiboy. How can I help?"

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When break time rolls around at nine in the morning, Solar is suspiciously staring at Blaze, who's trying to stuff his face with a sandwich in an experiment whether Solar will leave him be or not.

The answer is no.

"You have done something."

"Solar!" Gempa sighs in exasperation, "What did I tell you about immediately accusing people?"

The youngest frowns, "My senses are tingling."

"Aww, you have a sense dedicated to whenever or not Blaze did something?" Taufan cooed from beside Blaze, ignoring the glares both brothers give him at the unnecessary comment.

Halilintar looks like he's about to say something but shuts his mouth before it comes out.

"You look happy and confused!" The second youngest piped, hand raised as if he's in class, "I'm happy for you!"

"...thank you, Duri."

"Well." Gempa's sigh this time is fonder, "He's right, something happened?" Solar opened his mouth in protest, "Something good." The older added, snapping Solar's mouth shut with it. The eyes behind those orange shades rolled themselves saltily.

"I..." Blaze chewed a piece of meat for a sec, "I found a new friend...?"

"Is it a question or a sentence?"

"Shut up Solar, god."

"That's nice." Gempa smiles brightly, covering behind their bickering brothers behind him as if they're a disturbance. They are, but anyway, "Who? Anyone we know?"

"Dunno." The younger shrugs, "Um, I only know his name."

Solar narrowed his gaze.

"But he looks like a senior." Blaze huffs, staring at Solar back dead in the eye. Gempa waved a hand between their staring match as if he could break the intense glaring with a measly hand. He can. You can't really glare at your brother when you can't even see them.

"Really? Who?" Ah, Gempa is in the third grade. They're not exactly twins considering they have age gaps... but honestly with how similar they looked and the fact that they're twins for each year, does it really matter?

"Boboiboy. You know him?"

"Boboiboy..." Gempa puts a hand on his chin in thought, "I... think he used to be a student council member in the creativity department..."

"I thought you can't join the student council in third grade?"

"I meant when we're still in second grade."

"He said the sentence in the past tense, idiot."

Blaze whips a glare at Ais, who shrugs it off easily as breathing. Must be the telepathy twins thing, they're kinda freaky.

"Boboiboy huh..." Gempa mutters, "Doesn't he share the same maths class with you, Hali?"

Halilintar frowns, doing the thing where his eyes look glazed which means that he's thinking, "...Yes."

Gempa smiles haplessly, "And...?" He encouraged the eldest.

Halilintar frowns further, if that's possible, "...he's good?"

Silence fell upon them.

Solar let out a snort before slapping a palm to his mouth. It does nothing when his shoulder vibrates with laughter.

Gempa let himself indulge in imaginary peace for ten seconds before finally cracking his knuckles, stopping their ruckus bickering immediately. A normal, regular time is spent between them. As productive as always, as in, none at all.