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Ranboo has friends- a lot of friends. Being the student council president, it was only the bare minimum of his duties to get on everyone's good side. Of course, that meant people, even those such as delinquents. People that he has a strong sense of hatred towards.
TommyInnit, one of the most infamous delinquents in the school. People around him would probably tense up, not knowing if they will end up being the next one in a fight. Some acted hero, that ended terribly. Of course, Tommy is a rational person, even as a delinquent, he only beats up people who hurts someone he cares about. So you might be thinking, why isn't he expelled yet? The answer is simple; he's the principals son, specifically the favourite one.
Being a student council president would be like an angel from heaven- halo glowing wherever you went, no one would dare to dislike you.
Whereas being the most infamous delinquent would obviously get your status somewhere down in hell, you either meet Satan, or you are Satan.
In this case, how did Ranboo and Tommy become friends?
What connections were between them?
Simple. One unique person, smart enough to be considered a genius.
Perhaps he was the one who linked both heaven and hell together.
Who, you may ask?
Tubbo. Tubbo Underscore.
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The dismissal bell rang, Ranboo being one of the first ones dashing out of class. Tubbo told him there was a surprise for him after school, right behind the carpark.
Ranboo walked his way past the parade of people, occasionally greeting them. Honestly, he hated needing to keep on good terms with everyone, especially those weird ones. It was either his looks or his status that got him sixty-nine (I am so immature) boxes of chocolate on Valentines. Getting chocolates weren't the bad part, it was more of how terrible the chocolates were, and some slid the weirdest confession notes in. They really need better standards and not some random high tiered teen in their school.
So now, here Ranboo was, closing in to the back of the carpark. As much as his footsteps displayed his calmness, you could see the few skips in them, the excitement and curiosity in him was hard to constrain.
He gently looked over the wall to see Tubbo, on the floor, with a group of delinquents around him. Oh shit.
"Hey! Stop pestering my friend!"
The delinquents looked up at him, then to each other, and shrugged.
The blond sitting opposite Tubbo stood up, significantly taller than a few of his friends.
Tubbo casually picked himself up, patting off dust from his pants.
"Hey bossman, I want you to meet my new friend, TommyInnit, or just Tommy. Tommy, this is Ranboo."
Ranboo inspected the delinquent from head to toe. Messy blond hair with strands sticking upwards, resembling devil horns. Visible scars scattered around his face, some were old and almost fully healed, some were not. Torn uniform with a missing button on top, some dust stains and random splatters of paint. That guy is literally the principals son, he seriously can't afford a new uniform?
Tommy glanced at the student council president. "Um, you going to say something?"
"What was his name again?" Tommy whispered to Tubbo, though it was loud enough for everyone around to hear.
"Ranboo."
"Okay, so Ranboo- actually wait, can I call you Ranboob?"
A pair of turquoise eyes looked down at him, confusion, and perhaps a slight pinch of irritation, was easy seen.
"No!"
"Alright, Ranboob it is. You look like a fucking dickhead."
Ranboo sighed. This kid will be hell to get along with, how did Tubbo even become friends with him?
"Tommy, look, I-"
"Tubbo, are we still getting that ice cream?"
"Of course, bossman."
Before Ranboo could utter a word, he felt a hand grab his arm. So maybe Tubbo was strong, like very strong. Ranboo was dragged by Tubbo, with Tommy on his other hand.
Oh boy, this is gonna be a hard time with them.
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"Ew, what the fuck, Ranboob?"
Ranboo looked over at Tommy, questions running through his head.
"What?"
"Why the fuck did you get raisin ice cream? Of all the fucking things possible, man."
The taller looked at the cup of ice cream sitting on the table. He sighed, trying to get backup for his point.
"Raisins are good. Right, Tubbo?"
Silence.
"I told you, Ranboob! Tubbo, opinions on raisins?"
Tubbo looked up from his milkshake. A simple glance and rolled his eyes. Two simple actions could mean a million words.
On the opposing sides of the table were two blonds, glaring daggers into each other.
Here goes the Heaven and Hell thing again.
Perhaps, letting them meet was one of the worst ideas.
Two points of view quickly escalated into a debate, progressively getting closer and closer to an argument.
Tubbo wasn't in the mood to deal with their shit.
He slammed the table.
"Shut the fuck up."
Certainly, Tubbo was an expert at death glares. The two blonds were at a loss of words. Fear? Shock?
The atmosphere was pretty dark for a few seconds.
"C'mon, let's go."
What a fast mood swing. Tubbo jumped back from his dark, terrifying self to his usual bubbly and cheerful persona.
At least we know the bridge between heaven and hell is strong. Physically and mentally.