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Wilbur is lab partners with Technoblade.
Now, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. But, it is a bad thing. Wilbur is terrified of him. Well, maybe terrified is an over exaggeration. But Wilbur? Being partners with Technoblade? The intimidating eighteen year old who has weekly competitions with Dream? Being partners with Wilbur? The theater kid who is totally not over dramatic? Unlikely. Yet here they are.
Wilbur grumpily stares at the two post-it’s that read Wilbur and Technoblade. Why did the teacher loop her T’s how is that even possible-
Technoblade enters the classroom, the door banging behind him. He takes note of the new seats and looks for his name on a post-it. Once he finds his seat, next to Wilbur, he shuffles into the seat, dropping his backpack on the floor next to him.
Wilbur gulps, as he stares at the post-it that reads, Technoblade in the teacher's writing. Doesn’t the teacher know how scared Wilbur is of Technoblade?
(Even though he was super cool and Wilbur thought that he was such a badass for beating Dream all the time-) Seriously, that man’s fashion sense was disgusting. Who wears the same neon green hoodie all the time? Wilbur feels bad for George. He’s dating the man with no fashion sense, afterall.
Wilbur is shaken out of his thoughts when an odd grunt-like sound of...acknowledgement? comes from next to him, and he practically jumps out of his seat.
“Sorry, you startled me,” Wilbur says in a high pitched voice of fear, his voice wavering a bit at the end. God, how much more pathetic could he get? (much more he decides, as he somehow manages to drop his pencil on the floor)
Technoblade just lets out another grunt of acknowledgment when Wilbur gets back into his seat after picking up his pencil. Great. He’s gonna just keep grunting at him.
Why was he grunting? Wilbur has no idea why.
Wilbur knows one thing though, science is going to be interesting from now on. (he isn’t exactly sure how he knows, but he’s trusting his gut)
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Wilbur, is wrong. Science is boring. It’s been twenty minutes in, and the only mildly interesting thing that has happened is that when the teacher (her name is something like Mrs. Minecraft? He doesn’t remember) was doing attendance, and she pronounced his name “Wiblur Soot”. He’s not even sure how that was possible, there’s obviously a fucking l before the b.
And sure, he’s got “The Blade” sitting next to him, but all he does is take notes and shuffle around, occasionally twisting his long pink hair around his finger (he seems stressed?). Wilbur isn’t sure how Technoblade is able to take notes on what Mrs. Mincecraft is saying, he hardly even remembers what they are learning about this semester. What class is he in again? Ah, Lab.
Wilbur isn’t exactly sure how Tommy looks up to Technoblade. He’s boring and takes notes. But he is glad that at least Tommy’s role model has better fashion sense than the ugly-hoodie man. (Wilbur is really just ignoring that fact that he beats neon-hoodie man in a competition every week)
Wilbur is really bored. Where is all the drama? The typical moody-antisocial Technoblade? The Technoblade always found in some sort of competition with horrifyingly-hoodie man, having light but competitive banter? Well, maybe Techno (can Wilbur even call him Techno? He doesn’t know. He’s calling him Techno) has got the moody-antisocial part down. He hasn’t talked the whole time!
Wilbur sighs dramatically, and Techno looks at him, raising an eyebrow. What? Was he not allowed to project his inner theater kid anymore? (not that Techno was going to stop him in the first place)
Distractedly, Wilbur notices how Techno’s eyebrows are brown, showing his actual hair color. Huh. He wonders if he would ever bleach his eyebrows so he could dye them pink.
Somehow, Techno manages to raise his eyebrow even higher than before, when he notices Wilbur staring.
Techno sighs, and says bluntly, “Are you going to keep staring, or can just ask me the question already?”
His voice is deep. Like deep, deep. Almost as deep as Eret’s voice deep. That’s pretty deep.
Speaking of Eret, Wilbur wonders how Niki is doing, he hasn’t talked to her in a while, he’s been pretty busy with the play.
Wait. Didn’t Techno ask a question? Oh yeah, he did. Wilbur should probably answer it.
Wilbur snaps out of his staring, and lets out a frankly embarrassing squeak. He clears his throat and stays silent for a second, thinking of a way to ask his question without it seeming offensive.
“This is kind of a stupid thought,” Techno manages to raise his eyebrow even more, how does he manage to be that fucking intimidating? His eyebrow is going to fall off his head by this point. “but have you ever bleached your eyebrows and then dyed them pink?”
Techno blinks once. Then twice.
Then he turns back to his notes.
Wilbur lets out a sigh of relief, an obvious pink dusting his cheeks. He slumps down in his seat, arm over his eyes. He doesn’t even care that Techno could be watching, he just embarrassed himself! Very much too. Why did he even ask that? At least Techno didn’t answer…?
Techno shuffles around towards him and says, “I have not bleached my eyebrows and then dyed them pink, just so you know.”
Nevermind.
Wilbur groans and slumps even more down in his seat. He hears Techno let out a small snort, which does not make him a little bit better that he made him laugh. It does not.
And when science finally ends, Wilbur does not rush out of the room as quickly as possible. He does not.
(He definitely doesn't tell Tommy about what happened. Tommy just laughs and says, “Well what did you expect big man? For fuckin’ Technoblade to dye his eyebrows pink? That’s too much effort for a big man like him, he already dyed his whole fuckin’ head! Pink is quite a disgusting color, must I say so myself, red is a much nicer color, ah I could talk about it for days...but Techno can pull it off, because he’s a big man.”
Wilbur just sighs and drags Tommy into the house.)