Boboiboy Oneshots

When Brothers Stand Together

It was late afternoon when Blaze trudged through the front door, clutching his aching side and covered in dirt, scratches, and a few bruises blooming darkly along his jaw. His usual energy was dim, replaced with a quiet tension, his face closed off. As he stepped inside, his brothers turned to look, surprised by his state.

"What in the world happened to you?" Gempa asked, his voice tense. Blaze shifted uncomfortably, not meeting his gaze.

"Nothing serious..." Blaze muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting away.

Gempa crossed his arms, clearly not buying the excuse. "Nothing serious? Blaze, you look like you got into a brawl. How many times have I told you to avoid fights?"

"But I—" Blaze tried to explain, but Gempa wasn't listening.

"No buts, Blaze. You know better than to get into fights at school," Gempa said, his voice firm, disappointment evident. "You're grounded. Go to your room."

"But—"

"No more excuses. I'm tired of this behavior."

Blaze clenched his fists, biting back the urge to shout that he'd had a reason, that he'd tried to stand up for himself. But the words were trapped, blocked by the intense stare from his brother and the sting of Gempa's harsh tone. Not trusting himself to speak, Blaze turned on his heel and ran upstairs, his footsteps pounding up the stairs until the door slammed shut behind him.

Inside his shared room, Blaze sank onto his bed, feeling the pressure of the day crash down over him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he replayed the events in his mind, the taunts, the punches he'd tried to dodge but couldn't. A shaky breath escaped him, and before he knew it, he was crying, a quiet but heavy sobbing that filled the small room.

The door opened, and Ice slipped inside, his calm expression melting into one of concern. "Blaze..." he murmured, sitting down beside him.

Blaze wiped his eyes hastily, turning his face away. "You don't get it, Ice. You wouldn't understand."

"I might not understand everything, but I do know you didn't come home like this for no reason," Ice said, his voice gentle. "Want to tell me what's really going on?"

Blaze just shook his head, the ache in his chest too heavy to share. Ice stayed by him, a comforting presence, even if Blaze was silent.

The next day at school, Blaze was alone, just heading down an empty hallway when the bullies appeared around the corner, grinning as they spotted him.

"Well, look who's here," one of them sneered, cracking his knuckles. "We didn't see you talking to anyone, did we?"

Blaze looked away, tension filling him. He knew better than to answer, but a part of him itched to fight back. Before he could react, one of them grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him against the wall, hard.

"Looks like you're our punching bag now," another bully laughed, landing a blow on Blaze's stomach that doubled him over in pain.

"Bet your brothers don't even know what's going on, huh?" one sneered, smirking. "Imagine if they found out, especially that quiet one. What's his name... Ice?"

Blaze's face went pale. "Don't... don't bring them into this," he managed, voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, we won't, as long as you keep quiet," the bully said, giving Blaze another shove. He staggered back, biting down on his lip to keep from crying out, his mind filled with dread. He'd do anything to protect his brothers from this, even if it meant staying silent and taking the blows day after day.