All the Butterflies of You (A Boboiboy Halitau fanfic)

Chapter 1

I couldn't help but stare at him the whole time he was getting ready for school. It has been almost twelve years since he's been living with me, twelve years since he became part of our family, twelve years since I have been watching him doing the same thing every morning, and yet...

It feels different.

I feel my heart quake every damn time I think about him. 

I don't really understand what has changed between us. Maybe, nothing has. Yet... why does everything feel so different all of a sudden?

It wasn't even sudden, really. It fuelled up day by day. Slowly. Steadily. 

But I am only realising it now. I never saw it, but now I do. 

Oh, how I wish I didn't.

Because this was going to be the start of something really new to us.

"Your hair looks like a bird's nest, Taufan," he turned to look at me and deadpanned. And I could feel my face heat up. His enchanting ruby eyes raked over my figure as he sighed.

I forced out a grin, "So what, Hali~ It's not like birds will actually make their nest on my head."

He snorted loudly, rolling his eyes, and I could tell he had just imagined that scene, a bird's nest on my head.

"Come. I'll comb your hair," he picked up a hair comb from the drawing table in his red-and-black-themed room, and stepped closer to me, and ran a hand through my soft brown locks.

It was in moments like this... that I couldn't help but wonder...

Does he feel the same?

"This white lock of hair of yours..." he trailed off, deep in thought, and I knew he was searching for the right words. "It really makes you different," he whispered.

I could feel my heart tremble. What is he doing, looking at me with that... look in his eyes!?

He was silently staring at me, momentarily forgetting that he was about to comb my 'nest'. His bare fingers -a rare sight, really, since he never really took off his fingerless gloves, except for when he took a bath or went to sleep- raked across my head and trailed down to my cheek. His palm was cupping my cheek now, and he couldn't help but stroke my skin. He always found it really soft, for some reason. I melted into his touch, purring softly as a smile broke out on my face.

I really wanted to continue looking at him, but he suddenly let go as he remembered, "Oh, yeah. Your hair..." He brought the comb up and carefully combed my hair until he was satisfied that it looked better.

"Okay, come. We'll be late." And I hurried down the stairs, him following suit, his bag slinging over his strong shoulder as he grabbed his cap from the coat rack and put it on.

"Hey, Thunder, breakfast?" My mom called out from the drawing room, hearing all the commotion as he searched for his shoes which he swore he had put in the shoe rack last night. 

"No, auntie, I'll eat in the canteen!" He called out, and then silently growled when he saw his shoes were missing.

Mom came to the door, looking at me. "What about you, Cy?"

I laughed, "Aw, mom, I'll eat in the canteen, too! Please don't worry," I cheerfully turned to Hali who was scratching his head.

"Where the hell are my shoes? Auntie, have you seen them?" He turned to her.

No matter how much my mom insisted, Hali could never bring himself to call her 'mom'. She just looks too much like me, or rather I resemble her a lot, or that's what I always thought the reason was, until one day he actually told me why he can't... just accept mom as his mother too.