Boboiboy Oneshots

Chilled Bonds

The evening chill settled over the house like a heavy blanket, the faint sound of wind brushing against the windows. Most of the brothers were scattered about—Taufan and Blaze loudly debating over a video game, Solar buried in his books, and Gempa humming softly as he tidied up the kitchen. Halilintar, on the other hand, paced the living room like a storm cloud, muttering under his breath about the noise.

His sharp eyes caught sight of Ice sitting on the far corner of the couch, half-hidden by the dim light. A book rested in his lap, but his gaze wasn't on the pages. Instead, Ice stared out the window, lost in thought.

Halilintar frowned. He was many things—grumpy, impatient, a hothead—but he wasn't blind. Ice had been quieter than usual lately, and for someone as naturally subdued as Ice, that was saying a lot.

"Oi," Halilintar called out, his voice gruff as he crossed the room. "What're you doing, sitting there like a statue? Don't tell me you've turned into an ice block."

Ice didn't react immediately, his head tilting slightly as though he hadn't even heard. After a long pause, he glanced over, his expression calm but distant. "Just... reading."

Halilintar scoffed, plopping down on the armrest of the couch. "Yeah, sure. And I'm a peaceful guy who never loses his temper. What's really going on with you?"

Ice's grip on the book tightened slightly, but he didn't answer. Instead, he looked back out the window, his face as unreadable as ever.

Halilintar huffed, crossing his arms. "You know, ignoring me isn't gonna make me go away. Spill it already."

"I told you, it's nothing," Ice replied softly, his voice barely audible over the background noise.

Halilintar narrowed his eyes. "Don't give me that. I'm not stupid, Ice. Something's been bugging you for days. What is it?"

Ice shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tracing the edges of the book. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Halilintar's patience, already thin, started to fray. "For crying out loud, just say it! You think I have time to sit here and—" He stopped himself, exhaling sharply.

Taking a deep breath, he tried again, his tone softer this time. "Look, I'm not good at this stuff, alright? But you're my brother, and I'm not gonna sit around and watch you bottle things up. So whatever it is, just... talk to me."

Ice didn't answer. The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating, until Halilintar was about to explode. But then, he noticed something—something small, almost imperceptible. Ice's hands were trembling.

That was all it took.

Halilintar's usual frustration melted away, replaced by a rare sense of clarity. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied Ice's face.

"You don't have to say it," Halilintar murmured, his voice unusually gentle. "Whatever it is, I'll figure it out."

Ice's head snapped up, his eyes wide with surprise. "You... will?"

Halilintar smirked faintly, though it lacked his usual edge. "Of course. I'm your big brother, remember? It's my job to know when something's wrong, even if you're too stubborn to tell me."

Ice hesitated, his expression flickering between doubt and relief. "But... what if you don't understand?"

Halilintar chuckled, though it was a dry, humorless sound. "I'll figure it out eventually. I'm stubborn too, you know."

The room fell quiet again, but this time it felt different—not heavy, but expectant. Slowly, Ice set the book aside, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

"I... I've been thinking," he started, his voice barely above a whisper. "About... stuff."

Halilintar raised an eyebrow. "Stuff? Real specific, Ice."

Ice shot him a half-hearted glare, but there was no real bite to it. "It's hard to explain, okay? I just... feel like I'm stuck. Like I'm not as... important as the rest of you."

Halilintar's eyes softened, though his expression remained stern. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

Ice blinked, startled by the bluntness. "What?"

Halilintar leaned forward, jabbing a finger in Ice's direction. "You think you're not important? You think we'd be the same without you? Don't make me laugh. You're the only reason this house isn't a total warzone half the time. You keep us balanced, Ice. Even when you're quiet, you're still holding us together."

Ice stared at him, his usual calm exterior cracking just enough to reveal the vulnerability beneath. "You really think that?"

Halilintar huffed, reaching out to ruffle Ice's hair. "I don't think it. I know it. And if you ever doubt it again, I'll smack some sense into you. Got it?"

For the first time in days, Ice allowed himself to relax, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Got it."

Halilintar leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied smirk. "Good. Now, how about you stop moping and help me yell at the others for being so loud?"

Ice chuckled softly. "Sounds like a plan."

The two of them sat there for a while longer, the tension melting away as the warmth of their bond filled the room. They didn't need grand gestures or heartfelt confessions. Sometimes, a simple conversation was enough to remind them of what truly mattered.

And in that moment, Halilintar realized something important: being a big brother wasn't just about protecting his siblings—it was about understanding them, even when they couldn't find the words.

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