Boboiboy Oneshots

Lazy Days and Brotherly Ways

It was a lazy afternoon in the brothers' home, and the sun streamed through the windows, bathing the living room in a soft golden glow. Ice, as usual, was sprawled out on the couch, his head resting on a pillow and his eyes half-closed. His hands lazily twirled a cube of ice, a simple manifestation of his powers that he liked to fiddle with when he had nothing else to do.

Blaze, on the other hand, was a ball of energy, as always. He barged into the living room with a plate of snacks, his fiery red hair seeming to glint under the sunlight. He glanced at Ice and frowned.

"Seriously? You've been lying there all day," Blaze said, plopping down on the armchair across from him.

Ice yawned in response, not even bothering to open his eyes. "It's called relaxing. You should try it sometime."

"Relaxing? You're basically hibernating," Blaze retorted, shoving a cookie into his mouth. "You could at least get up and do something useful, you know."

"Like what?" Ice asked lazily, cracking one eye open. "Unlike you, I don't have an endless supply of hyperactive energy to burn off."

Blaze rolled his eyes, but a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. "Alright, if you're not gonna get up, then I'll just have to make you."

Ice groaned. "Blaze, don't—"

Too late. Blaze had already jumped up, darting over to the couch. Before Ice could react, Blaze started tickling his ribs.

"Blaze, stop!" Ice protested, squeaking under his brother's relentless act.

"Nope! Not until you promise to stop being such a lazy bum!" Blaze declared, laughing as Ice flailed.

Ice managed to wiggle free, sitting up with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, fine, you win. What do you want me to do?"

Blaze grinned triumphantly. "Good question. Let's start with—oh, I don't know—literally anything that involves you moving."

"I already moved to sit up. Isn't that enough?" Ice quipped, flopping back against the couch.

Blaze sighed dramatically, but he couldn't help the fond smile that crept onto his face. Despite their differences, Ice had always been his chill, go-with-the-flow counterpart. He was the calm to Blaze's storm, the icy balance to his fiery chaos.

"Alright, how about this," Blaze said, sitting on the couch's armrest. "We'll make a deal. If you help me with one thing today—just one—I'll let you off the hook for the rest of the week."

Ice raised an eyebrow. "One thing, huh? What's the catch?"

"No catch!" Blaze said, putting a hand on his chest in mock offense. "I'm serious. Just one little thing."

Ice thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. What is it?"

Blaze's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I need help reorganizing the snack cabinet. It's a total disaster, and I can't find my favorite chips."

Ice groaned again, but there was a faint smile on his face. "You're making me get up for snacks? Really?"

"Hey, snacks are life!" Blaze said defensively. "Now come on, lazybones. A deal's a deal."

Reluctantly, Ice stood and followed Blaze to the kitchen. As they worked—well, as Blaze worked and Ice handed him things occasionally—Blaze couldn't help but chuckle at Ice's constant grumbling.

"You know," Blaze said, pausing to ruffle Ice's hair, "for someone who acts like he doesn't care about anything, you're actually pretty helpful when you want to be."

"Don't get used to it," Ice muttered, swatting Blaze's hand away but smiling despite himself.

By the time they were done, Blaze had his chips, Ice was back on the couch, and the two of them were laughing over the ridiculous arguments they'd had about snack placement.

"Thanks, Ice," Blaze said as he sat next to him, handing over a soda as a peace offering. "You're not so lazy, you know."

Ice smirked. "Don't let it go to your head, Blaze. I'm still the laziest guy in the house."

Blaze threw his head back and laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. "Yeah, but you're my lazy little brother."

Ice chuckled softly, leaning back into the cushions. "And you're my loud, annoying big brother. Guess we're stuck with each other."

"Darn right we are," Blaze said, clinking his soda can against Ice's.

The afternoon melted into a comfortable silence, with the two brothers sitting side by side. And for once, neither of them would've had it any other way.