Boboiboy Short-Fanfic AU Season 2

Hahhhh [English]

A continuation of chapter To Be

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Being a superhero is hard, even more so when you become famous and galaxy-wide known. It either has a good or bad impact on their group of mismatched mentally unstable teenagers. In Ice opinion, it mostly garners bad attention, like right now.

Ice doesn't like to bother others (maybe his brothers), and even more, he doesn't like to bother himself. Watching a few old agents of T.A.P.O.P.S. (probably not as famous and efficient as his teams and brothers) ganging at him is not what he needs in his already packed schedule. Even his sleep time is getting shorter!

He is not fazed and definitely not afraid. After all those ordeals with bringing back his brother to life (literally), having your hand blown into pieces by your own brother, and yada yada, Ice is not really impressed with his current situation right now.

The typical streotype that can easily happen on Earth.

"Ohhh, here you're the so-called Ice user~"

There goes his peaceful time, goes bye-bye.

"If you know my name, you should back off." Ice lazily stares at them. They aren't worth his time. He had to finish his own report before Gempa started hunting him down like he had a debt on him (wait—shouldn't it be Gempa having a debt on him in exchange for destroying his hand?)

The temperature around them drop quickly as Ice thought about his next action.

"Heh, remember, you can't use your power inside the station," one of the seniors that he never recognized sneered at him. That's the only thing that could save them, as Ice begrudgingly dismissed the icepetals.

"So what are all of you assholes doing here?"

"Well, you know what we want to do," those five senior agents said, stretching their limbs as if that could make him tremble in fear.

Hmmm, maybe he should start worrying as he is currently only has one hand. Thought he still has one more card.

"Really, are you sure?"

"Why not?"

"Well, because my siblings are here and you will be beaten to pulp," Ice says, as a matter of fact, a confidence that he gains because he has that confidence.

"Ceh, scaredy cat."

"You should get a mirror and see who is the scaredy cat."

Those little picky seniors start attacking him with weapons and martial arts, but Ice is still calm, watching everything in front of him leisury then saying something.

"Will you come out, or will you just watch me get beaten?"

From the shadow, ruby eyes appear, startling the five idiots.

"I'm prohibited from exerting my body too much."

"Bullshit," Ice jabbed as he saw the eldest warming up his body, flexing that unused flesh after a long nap. 

Now that the eldest is looking ready to beat the crap of their senior, Ice feels like his time is not wasted.

"I guess I need to pent up my stress too."