Boboiboy Oneshots

Halilintar and Blaze

It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and the young Halilintar and Blaze were outside playing. As usual, Blaze was full of energy, darting around like a ball of fire, while Hali, despite his tough exterior, was trying to keep up with his younger brother's endless enthusiasm.

"Come on, Hali! Bet you can't catch me!" Blaze teased, his mischievous grin plastered across his face as he sprinted ahead.

Halilintar rolled his eyes, though a small smirk tugged at his lips. "Blaze, if you keep running around like that, you're going to—"

Before he could finish, Blaze tripped over a rock, tumbling to the ground with a thud.

"—fall..." Hali sighed, rushing over to him. "I told you to slow down, idiot!"

Blaze groaned, his face scrunching up in pain as he held his scraped knee. "Ow, ow, ow... I didn't mean to! It just... jumped out of nowhere!"

Halilintar crouched down next to him, inspecting the wound. It wasn't too deep, but there was blood, and Blaze's eyes were starting to well up with tears.

"Stop crying. It's just a scratch," Hali said, trying to sound tough, but his voice had a softness to it. He hated seeing any of his brothers hurt, even if Blaze's clumsiness was to blame.

Blaze sniffled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "It hurts, Hali..."

Halilintar sighed and sat down next to him. "Yeah, well, it wouldn't hurt if you weren't always so reckless." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cloth. "Here. Let me clean it."

Blaze nodded, biting his lip to stop from crying again. Hali was surprisingly gentle as he dabbed at the scrape, cleaning off the dirt and blood. Despite his usual gruffness, he always knew how to take care of his brothers when it mattered.

"Better?" Hali asked after a few moments.

Blaze looked at his knee, then back at Hali. "Yeah... thanks." He hesitated for a second before leaning his head against Hali's shoulder. "You're not mad, right?"

Halilintar tensed for a moment, not used to this kind of affection. "No, I'm not mad... Just don't be stupid next time, alright?" His voice was soft, and he awkwardly patted Blaze's head.

Blaze grinned, feeling a little better. "Okay. I promise."

They sat there for a while, the silence between them comfortable. Hali didn't move, letting Blaze rest against him, even though he'd never admit he didn't mind it. After a bit, Blaze yawned.

"Tired already?" Hali teased, glancing down at him.

Blaze nodded, his eyelids drooping. "Yeah... you're like a big pillow."

Hali chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're so annoying."

Before long, Blaze had fallen asleep, curled up against Hali's side. Hali stayed still, watching over his little brother. Despite his rough exterior, moments like these reminded him just how much he cared for all of them, especially Blaze, even if he drove him crazy most of the time.

As the sun began to set, the other brothers eventually came looking for them. Gempa spotted them first and smiled at the sight—Blaze fast asleep and Halilintar watching over him with that rare, soft expression.

"Looks like you two had quite the adventure," Gempa said quietly, not wanting to wake Blaze.

Halilintar shrugged, trying to act casual. "Yeah, something like that."

Gempa walked over and draped a blanket over the two of them. "You're a good brother, Hali."

Halilintar huffed, pretending not to care. "Yeah, whatever."

But as he looked down at Blaze sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help but smile just a little. Maybe being a good brother wasn't so bad after all.