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The rain tapped calmly against the thick glass windows, creating a steady rhythmic melody which filled Technos ears as he lay quietly, pink hair draped lavishly around him like a halo as crimson eyes stared across his bedroom. Moonlight filled the room in a pale glow, illuminating the shadows of the books on his desk and of the dirty piles of laundry still sat on the floor. If couldn’t have been a more normal scene so why did he feel so on edge?
Letting out a huff, Techno rolled away to face the wall once again, surrounding himself in darkness as he tried to allow the haze of sleep to take over his mind. He was exhausted. After playing a football match after school along with spending hours in the park with Dream he knew his body was on the brink of a shut down, but no matter how long he lay there for, sleep would not come. The overwhelming sense of anticipation filled him, muscles tensing as if something were to happen, as though something were to disrupt the peace in his bedroom at 1:12am on a friday night.
This is so stupid, he rolled back over toe stare at his window, watching the raindrops trickle down the glass, each one creating a shadow on his floor, dripping down only to be replaced by another one, leaving his mind to wonder as his eyes stayed concentrated.
He thought back to after the game. It had been successful, their team winning by a landslide with both him and Dream on the pitch. He remembered the loud yelling and aggressive whooping of his team mates as they’d bellowed their victories, seeing Dream throw off his helmet with a vibrant toothy grin on his face, cheeks flushed from exertion and blonde hair sticking to his sweat covered face but still grinning non the less. He felt a fond smile grow on his usually bored face as he remembered leaving, hand in hand with Dream and the blonde ranted excitedly, pointing out all the best plays of their team along with their weakness and the strengths of the other team, theorising different ways to improve despite the fact they’d won by a landslide. As was to be expected from the captain of the team.
However he felt his smile grow cold as he remembered offering to walk Dream home, noticing the small downturn of his lips and the scrunching of his brows, feeling the warm calloused hand in his own twitch and tighten slightly before the boy quickly declined the offer with a half-hearted smile.
Dream in general was an open person. Atleast that’s the facade he put up. A confident image of the perfect high schooler, a cocky grin and a flirty joke always at hand, yet also a kind soul willing to listen and support no matter what. But when it came to himself people knew very little. Questions about his home were always dismissed with a chuckle and joke, a nervous tic or a rapid change of subject. But he seemed so confident and happy all the time right? That’s why no one questioned it when he came to school with a busted lip. Or cuts digging into his hands. Or the way he flinched away from loud sounds.
Techno sighed from within his bed, turning onto his back to stare at the ceiling. He and Dream had been dating for years. He knew each constellation of the freckles which covered Dreams bare shoulders, he knew how he liked his coffee or how he despised the sound of broken glass. But what did he really know? He knew Dream had a younger brother, a freshman called Tubbo who was close friends with Tommy. The young boy always spending so much time at the Sleep Bois house that he’d practically moved it. He knew that some nights Dream would throw pebbles at his window, climbing up and curling into Technos chest, non verbal and overwhelmed. But the more the thought the more Dream quickly came to the conclusion he didn’t know anything about Dream. And it hurt. It weighed on his conscious as he lay silently, now at 1:27am, wondering if he wasn’t truth worthy. If there was something wrong with him to not be trusted. If it was something Dream was hiding only from him.
However his overthinking was interrupted by a soft tap. Techno felt his mind go silent as he strained his ears, wondering if he’d simply imagined the noise or if it was just a particularly large raindrop.
Tap.
Crimson eyes darted to his window where a small almost unnoticeable scrape was. He stared at his window, watching as a small pebble hit his window for the third time. The overwhelming sense of anticipation was screaming, adrenaline rushed through his veins as he jumped to his feet, staring through his window into the rain just to see a small hunched over figure. A black hood covered the persons hair, soaked through from the weather along with the rest of their all black outfit, it cling to broad shoulders, emphasising the fact that Techno could see them shaking from the cold. If it weren’t for the fact that the person was barefoot he wouldbe assumed it was some sort of shitty robber attempting to break in.
He stared at the figure, wondering it they would throw another rock only to see their head tilt upwards to stare in. Pale wet skin caught in the moonlight, emphasising the year tracks down clammy cheeks. Deep bruise like bags caught the shadows under yellowish-green eyes which seemed glazed over with a glassy sheen. He didn’t need any longer to recognise who it was.
Dream.
The window swung open with a thud, “Dream!” Techno felt horror zip down his senses as he stared at the blonde. The blonde who was usually so full of life, so emotional and open and genuine. The blonde who looked dead on his feet as he swung his way up to Technos room with memorised precision only to fall into Technos arms the moment he reached the frame. The wet hoodie stuck uncomfortably to Technos as he tried to drag the younger into his room, grimacing as he knocked over his light and nearly fell. Afterall Dream was in no way small. The moment they were in the warmth of the room Dream dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged as he stared at the wall, eyes unfocused whilst Techno locked the window, hovering over Dream awkwardly.
“Dream,” his voice was unusually soft, a tone only reserved for those he truly cared for, “Dream I need you to look at me please.” Techno held his breath as Dreams eyes lazily dragged over to him, tears finally spilling from the green orbs as bruised hands reached out for him, not unlike a child. He instantly responded, carefully cupping Dreams hands and sitting in front of him, dragging his eyes over the soaking wet clothes and noting the violent shivers which wracked his body.
“Ok, ok, can you uhh... can you take off your hoodie and sweats, i’ll give you a pair of mine I just don’t want you to freeze.”
The pinkette watched the others slow movements, trembling hands unhooking the sleeves from under his arms, pulling it off with only a little resistance before awkwardly adjusting to shuffle off his sweats. His blonde hair looked brown as it hung over his face, water dripping from the strands onto his bare chest as he still shook with the cold.
Techno pulled away, wincing at the minute flinch from the other as he grabbed his favourite red fluffy hoodie and grey sweats, carefully approaching Dream so as not to startle him, presenting the hoodie and sweats out for the other who took them robotically, face not shifting despite the tears still running down silently, mechanically changing into the soft clothes with a shudder.
Techno frowned. Sure Dream had come over before, being completely nonverbal and clearly distressed but this was different. His movements were delayed and his eyes unfocussed as they scanned the room as though he hadn’t been there a hundred times before.
“Can I touch you?” his voice was a mere whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace of the room as Dream nodded, hands scrunched up in adorable sweater paws, bruised knuckles whitening as he clenched and unclenches on the soft material.
Techno wrapped his arms around the younger, strong arms carefully hoisting the other into his arms before carefully walking over to the bed, Dreams neck pressed into the crook of his neck with his legs and arms wrapped tightly around Techno as though he would disappear if he let go.
With a difficult manuver the two lay comfortably in the bed, Dreams face now pressed into the olders chest, their legs intertwined whilst their arms cling to one another. Techno solid steady and grounding whilst Dream was barely holding on, still shaking but the tears had ceased, instead just clutching Technos shirt which had a neat wet patch on the front from Dreams hair being pressed firmly against it.
The rain continued to assault the windows, moonlight still leaving eerie shadows across the room, each droplet neatly shadowed on his floor. Each tap of rain added to the strumming symphony, the rhymthic noise buzzing his mind as finally his body relaxed, the anticipation replaced with concern and comfort, the man in his arms fast asleep with soft breaths filling the room. Technoblade felt his eyes slip shut, the unfinished symphony ringing in his ears as finally the buzz of sleep overtook his mind.