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Today was a good day. The Sleepy Boys were meeting up today and they planned on filming a video and then crashing at Wilbur's place. Technoblade was currently waiting at the airport waiting for Phil and the other two to come and pick him up, phone in hand, trying not to talk to people. He opened his youtube app to read the comments on his newest video. When did that come out again?
Posted 4 months ago
...huh. He would post some other time. For now, he had bigger things to worry about, chief of which being that Techno was trans. Despite being mostly post-op, he still had to take testosterone. Although on paper that might sound difficult to hide, he had just planned to sneak into the bathroom when it came time to take the shot and then pretend nothing happened. After all, he’d only have to take one shot in the two weeks he’d be there.
After a bit of social media scrolling, he suddenly got the wind knocked out of him.
“HI TECHNOBLADE HOW IS THE QUEENS LAND TREATING YOU??”
Sweet Jesus.
“Hi Tommy, where are the people that can drive so I can leave and sleep?”
Tommy rolled his eyes and pointed to where Phil and Wilbur were catching up to him. Once they caught up, Wilbur hit Tommy in the back of the head.
“That's what you get for running you fucking” Wilbur huffed. “fucking child!”
“Not my fault that I’m not fuckin’ fossilizing like you lot.”
After that lovely encounter, they walked over to Wilbur's car and got in. The ride was nice, Tommy fell asleep almost immediately while Wilbur and Phil talked upfront about Wilburs intense hatred of anteaters. Techno felt his eyes drooping, being lulled to sleep by the movement of the car.
He woke up on the couch at Wilbur's house, covered by a blanket.
Friendship.
Disgusting.
He pushed the blanket off and stood up, looking for Wilbur, Phil, or Tommy. He heard people speaking from the kitchen and decided it was his best bet to look in there. In the kitchen, Tommy and Wilbur seemed to be insulting each other over a card game while Phil was making what looked to be spaghetti. Not wanting to get in the way of whatever Wilbur and Tommy were doing, Techno opted to stand next to Phil and watch him strain the spaghetti.
“Hey mate glad you decided to join us.” Phil shook the strainer a bit as some water fell out.
“Yeah, how long was I asleep for anyways?”
Phil began to pour the spaghetti into the pot, “Not long, we’ve only been at Wil’s for an hour or so. Who wants sauce in their spaghetti?”
“I would like sauce, Phil.” Wilbur said as he put his cards down and flipped Tommy off.
“Absolutely not. I do want cheese though.” Tommy put down his cards as well, causing Wilbur to groan and push Tommy some poker chips.
Wilbur moved the cards and chips away as Phil placed down the bowls, Phil then sitting down along with Technoblade. Wilbur and Tommy dug in immediately, Tommy eating like an animal and Wilbur only being a bit better.
“Thank you, Phil.” Techno said, he was not a mannerless animal like the other two.
“Yeah no problem, mate.”
This is why I’m the favorite.
After the meal, they all went to where they were sleeping. Phil on the couch, Techno on the living room floor, and Tommy on Wilbur's floor for some reason.
Now it was day two of the greatest meet-up of all time, and Tuesday. It was testosterone day. Techno sighed and grabbed his bag and went off to the bathroom, he never liked doing the actual shot part. He wasn’t afraid of needles or anything it just always hurt more than he expected it to which pissed him off. He got out the needle and the testosterone and filled it to his prescription, and stuck the needle in his leg, ready to inject it--
“Techno??????” Phil has whisper yelled it, probably with the hope of not waking everyone in the house up.
“Uhhhh I can.. Explain?” he said with the confidence of an 8th grader.
“Take your time, it must be bad if it's made you go as far as injecting heroin.”
Oh. oh. So that's what Phil thinks is going on. ‘Maybe it's better that way.’ Techno thought before brushing that out of his head. This was honestly inevitable and if there's anyone he had all his faith in, it was Phil.
“Yes, I am totally doin’ heroin. No Phil, I uh, I’m trans.”
Phil went quiet for a moment.
“So you don’t have a heroin addiction..?”
Techno let out a laugh and shook his head, Phil sighed.
“Well that's good, the last thing I want for you is a long life of drugs and regret, and it was brave of you to tell me that. Do you want me to keep this between us or do you want me to tell the others?”
Techno contemplated telling them, he really did, but today was already turning out not great.
“No, not now. Maybe later this week you can tell Wil? But not today I’m tired.”
Phil nodded and made his way out of the bathroom, before closing the door he turned around.
“Love you mate.”
Techno smiled, “Yeah love you too, old man.”