Boboiboy Oneshots

Late Night Struggles

Event has happened after Vargoba Incident.

The house was quiet, the clock ticking faintly in the background. The living room lamp flickered briefly before settling. Solar sat in his room, hunched over his desk, his face illuminated by the cold light of his study lamp. Books were stacked high, notes scattered across the table. He hadn't slept properly in days, and it was showing.

His hands trembled as he flipped a page. A dull ache was spreading from his temples, but he ignored it, muttering formulas under his breath. He didn't care about the burning in his eyes or the way his body begged for rest. The thought of losing his rank as the best student in class sent a chill down his spine.

In the kitchen, the rest of the brothers sat at the dining table. Plates of untouched food sat before them, their attention focused on their ongoing conversation.

"Solar's been acting really weird lately," Taufan said, resting his chin on his hand. "Like, seriously. He hasn't been sleeping, and I don't think I've seen him eat a proper meal in days."

"He's been avoiding us," Ice added quietly, stirring his drink. "It's not like him to just disappear after dinner without a word."

Duri fidgeted with his fork. "We tried talking to him yesterday. He just brushed us off. Do you think he's mad at us?"

At breakfast one morning, Taufan leaned across the table, eyeing Solar's darkened eyes.

"Bro, you look like you haven't slept in weeks," Taufan said, biting into his toast. "What's going on?"

"I'm fine," Solar replied curtly, pushing scrambled eggs around his plate.

Blaze, sitting next to Taufan, chimed in, "Fine? You look like you've been punched by a sandbag."

"Blaze!" Gempa said, scolding Blaze but keeping his tone soft. He turned to Solar. "You're not okay, Solar. You need to take care of yourself."

Solar avoided his gaze. "I said I'm fine."

Gempa frowned. "You can't keep saying that, Solar. This isn't healthy."

Even Duri, who usually avoided confrontation, spoke up. "Solar...please listen to us. We're all worried about you."

"Worry about yourselves," Solar snapped, standing up abruptly. "I don't need lectures from any of you."

Halilintar, who had been silently observing, finally spoke, his voice firm. "You need to take a break, Solar. That's not a request."

Solar glared at him. "It's my life. I'll decide what to do with it."

The room fell silent as Solar stormed off, leaving his brothers exchanging worried glances.

"No," Halilintar said firmly, crossing his arms. "He's being stubborn, that's all. I'll talk to him."

Gempa, who had been silently listening, shook his head. "No, Hali. Let me handle this. I think he needs a gentler approach."

Halilintar scoffed. "Gentler? You think that'll work? He needs someone to knock some sense into him."

"No," Gempa repeated, his tone soft but resolute. "Sometimes, what people need isn't a lecture—it's understanding."

Halilintar hesitated before nodding. "Fine. But if he doesn't listen to you, I'm stepping in."

It was past midnight when Gempa knocked softly on Solar's door. Receiving no response, he pushed it open and found Solar exactly where he expected him: at his desk, surrounded by papers, looking utterly drained.