One-Shots [Boboiboy]

Repay the Favour

That moment when you realize that your parents have been, well, um, rather active in particular activities, you'd find yourself babysitting seven younger brothers who have no intention of getting along with one another peacefully, with the exception of a few who would rather spend their time on their own things rather than yeeting everyone out the window every three seconds.

Of course, Boboiboy understood this responsibility ever since he was a toddler. Apparently, his mother was a baby-making machine and broke the record of boredom. They made it to the newspaper featuring as the largest family in town.

With his siblings running wild with individual personalities, he was a chameleon. He could be anyone they wanted him to be. He could be their dream or their worst nightmare. He could be the bees to the honey or the Skittles to the M&M's.

As time grew, all seven of them developed their quirks based on their different interpretations of their oldest brother. As wayward as it may seem, Boboiboy loved them all the same and they loved him back, if not, they loved him more than he knew.

If according to their age in order, Thunderstorm, Cyclone and Quake were triplets, at the age of 15; Blaze and Ice were twins, aged 13, along with Thorn and Solar, aged 10. Boboiboy himself was 16, which didn't make it easier for any outsiders to differentiate who was who, because he shared the same height with the older triplets, mainly because he was constantly in battle and hampering his own puberty due to his harsh conditions.

His friends don't know about his siblings—nobody did. Their parents had passed away a long time ago due to Bora-ra's attack, and oh boy, did he blame himself for letting that slip. The damage that he caused had bled into the city, causing damages and deaths.

There was a period of time where he was simply traumatized and apathic, which he had to flee the island and back home. There, he would find Quake cooking the dinner; Thunderstorm screeching at Cyclone, Blaze and Thorn; Solar, for some unholy reason hanging upside down on the fan as he continued to read; and Ice not responding to any chaotic predicaments, remaining dead asleep on the sofa.

It was a way to heal his soul, and the sight of them always cheered him up. Though, there was a ninety-percent chance he would get smacked in the face with shaving cream or apple pie when he opens the door, but it was still home.

When he'd received his powers, he believed that his siblings should share these abilities too. If any enemy discovered that he had family, his siblings would be an easy target. So he gave them his second tiers—after all, he'd named his powers after them, along with their personalities he had given his elements.

That's when he knew he screwed up. Not in a bad way, but the infamous Troublemaker Trio managed to burn the kitchen down within the span of thirty seconds, that's when things got ugly. Quake and Thunderstorm wasted no time to abuse their powers to teach them a lesson, though Thorn got off easy because he was too cute. (Ice whacked him on the head, though.)

"You're telling me that the moment I leave was the moment that the house became a warzone?" Boboiboy demanded over the phone, voice hushed as he was still in TAPOPS. "I was gone for two hours!"

Thunderstorm glanced at Quake, who was already using Highland Grabbers to grab Blaze and Solar for getting into a fight. "Two hours too long, I guess. By the way, how's your life going for you?"

(Insert Boboiboy sighing, muttering incoherent gibberish as he looked like god had forsaken him.)

Between intervals of holidays, Boboiboy would always sneak back to the city, lying to Tok that he was on an impromptu mission, and made sure that his friends won't question Tok regarding his disappearance. It was risky, but it was all the time he could get to see them.