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,, Huh? Heck...shit..."
It is with these words that any beautiful morning begins. Or rather, with your favorite mug of terribly hot and bitter coffee, which falls to the floor and breaks, pouring boiling water over you, as well as leaving a lot of small fragments in your legs, causing wounds to bleed.
Any seventeen-year-old teenager would run to his parents to ask for help with cleaning wounds and the floor. Maybe he would have gone to the bathroom for a first aid kit and cleaned his wounds himself. Or at least let out some kind of cry of pain or something like that, but Techno was not at all an ordinary seventeen-year-old teenager. Therefore, the only thing he did was that he groaned in frustration when he realized that he would have to clean up this stupid floor.
It's also going to take a lot of time, and he's already up much later than planned. Probably not sleeping until three in the morning was a bad idea. Now he will have neither coffee nor cheerfulness, but there will be dark bags under his eyes, which, to be honest, was not very healthy.
Techno ran his hand over his face, removing all the drooping long pink strands of hair that prevented him from seeing well. Oh, cool, now that he thought about it, he realized that he probably wouldn't be able to get all his long pink hair hanging just below his knees, which at the moment looked very disheveled and tangled. Although, if he hurries, he will probably be able to sort them out at least a little bit.
So the boy went to the drawer in his kitchen and took out some disposable napkins from there. He returned to the place where he had poured his morning coffee and began to gently soak up the almost black puddle with napkins.
One of the orders of his hair came out right on his face and hung down between his eyes.
Suddenly, in a puddle that had not yet been completely cleaned, Techno saw a red color mixing with his coffee and creating some shade that he was not going to consider.
And... oh...right, his leg was cut by small fragments of a mug. The wounds were still bleeding and contained fragments of the mug. Well, the wound will probably get infected if he doesn't treat it in time. Techno sighed and rolled his eyes. Why is the human body so damn tender, vulnerable and not strong.
He irritably threw the used napkins,that repainted in dark brown, into the trash and went to treat the wound in the bathroom.
Techno decided not to bother with the whole process and just washed his wounds under water, and sealed them with plasters on top. He didn't want to waste time on this nonsense, because the most important thing was to make his long hair look better and not that tangled. He had already spent a lot of time growing his hair and did not want to cut it off at all because they were tangled. Besides, the wounds didn't bother him, because he didn't feel any pain at all. So it wasn't a problem.
Techno opened the cabinet that hung over the sink and took out a comb from there, lying in a pile of rubber bands of different colors. After he closed it, the boy began to comb his tangled hair. He didn't take out a rubber band to tidy up his hair, because he didn't have time for that. There are about 10 minutes left before he has to go out. He probably should have accelerated a little bit.
After some time, Techno ran a comb through his hair for the last time and quickly threw it back into the closet. He returned to the kitchen, where he left his phone and checked that there were no coffee stains on his floor, went to his room to get clothes that were stored in a huge brown closet.
Usually at school he wore a white button-down shirt, the sleeves of which he rolled up to the elbow, black trousers that were a little short at the end so that you could see white high socks, clean black shoes, as well as several jewelry in the ears (both ears were pierced in several different places) or some rings.
Taking all the necessary things, the pink-haired teenager changed into them.
After looking in the mirror in the hallway, he smoothed all the folds on his clothes. Basically, at school, everyone had to stick to classic clothes. Or at least wear something that didn't look too weird. He tucked his white shirt into his trousers, and also put on several gold earrings (one of which was a gold chain connecting to another earring) on one ear and the same amount on the other. On one of the ears hung a rather large earring with a large green emerald in the center.
After checking once again that his clothes were in order and absolutely clean, Techno put on a not very warm black jacket, grabbed a backpack and left the house, locking it with a key.
Techno walked along the sidewalk, passing people going about their business, chatting with each other, discussing something on the phone or just walking in silence. He walked along various houses, coffee shops, restaurants and shops. Cars, buses and other various types of transport were passing by the pink-haired teenager.
If you pay attention to the weather, you can understand that it is quite pleasant. A light cool breeze was blowing, fluttering his black unbuttoned jacket. His long pink hair fluttered in the wind, and some curls hung right in front of his face, making it difficult to see the road. Therefore, from time to time he had to raise his hand and remove them from his face.
Techno finally got to his school called Manburg. From the outside, it looked generally good. The school was quite large and painted in dark colors. In his opinion, this school was preserved in an adequate condition, because it was mainly attended by children from families with money who sponsored money, so long as their precious children studied in a good place. Techno rolled his eyes.
Before climbing the stairs and opening the doors, he tried to calm himself mentally. The fact is that for some reason people liked to choose the strongest and coolest to whom they began to suck up, extol above the rest and do everything that this coolest child would say. And of course it had to be him. Wow. Awesome. He constantly had to endure all those stares and whispers around him. These assholes could literally fight for going to the same class with him, not to mention being friends with him. In general, he did not communicate with anyone, as he considered it just a waste of useful time. Therefore, do not even dream of friendship with him.
He sighed and, already getting ready, went up the stairs. He opened the big doors and went inside. As expected, all that loud chatter that had been here before fell silent, and children of all ages stared at him with fanatical eyes. For some, he could literally see hearts in their eyes, like in those cartoons that appear on TV from time to time.
Techno just ignores it and doesn't look at anyone, just passing by, heading straight to his classroom. Everyone was still staring, but he just didn't pay attention to it.
His first lesson was history, wichi is one of his favorite lessons. The history class was down the hall and so he would have to endure their stares for a while longer.
Techno was distracted by attempts to ignore the glances and did not notice the rapidly approaching footsteps from the front down the hall. The sound of boots hitting the floor was clearly audible in the almost completely silent the hall.
It was a thirteen-year-old (almost fourteen-year-old) boy. His bag full of papers hung over his shoulder and beat against his leg as he ran. The boy ran straight to where Techno was walking, who didn't notice him.
Techno finally paid attention to his surroundings and noticed a drop of blond hair for a second before he felt a strong blow to his stomach, from which he sighed slightly and stepped back a step. The child who crashed into him hit so hard that he flew a short distance back and landed right on his back, and textbooks and various pieces of paper flew out of his bag. Some of them flew into the air and began to smoothly descend.
The people standing in the hall looked at that scene with surprise and fear. There is only one thing in their heads: this boy is definitely the end.
Techno, meanwhile, wasn't hurt at all and didn't even fall from the impact, so the only thing he could do was just stare at the grumbling boy trying to get up. His hair was blond (maybe even golden). They looked disheveled and very messy because of running. The boy was wearing a white button-down shirt with a carelessly folded collar, and on top of it a light brown vest with some patterns. He was wearing black trousers and black and red sneakers with laces on his feet. The trousers were full of all sorts of folds that disgusted Techno. In general, the guy looked very untidy and not neat.
,,Oh, shit, what are you standing here for? You don't see that a person is walking or...Oh," the boy began to complain before he looked up and met the blood-red eyes of the most famous and frightening student in the school. They looked at each other for a couple of seconds before the boy began to crawl nervously on the floor, randomly putting textbooks and papers back into the bag, while crumpling them very much.
,, Mmmmmm, I'm really sorry about this, Technoblade, sir? I'm going to leave now," the blond began to speak nervously. And... wait, did he just call him sir? Seriously? He's not that old. Techno laughed inwardly at the boy's nervousness. But suddenly an idea came to his mind.
He noticed that the boy had almost packed his things, so he grabbed the child by the collar of his vest and with one movement put him on his feet. The boy stumbled and could barely keep his balance from this sharp rise. The blond bent his shoulders and back to show even less than he was (he was quite tall, but compared to the height of the Technoblade, it was nothing). The boy tightly clutched his bag, which he did not have time to fasten, and looked into Techno's eyes. The pink-haired also looked at him for a second before firmly grabbing the boy by the wrist and yanking him into the still empty history class in which the Techno lesson was about to begin.
The boy followed him in fright, stumbling over his feet, not even trying to get out of the grip. The hand on his wrist wouldn't let him leave anyway. People standing and looking at it thought that probably this guy would not go to school for a while, and maybe even transfer out of it.
When they arrived, Techno pulled forward by the hand of the child following him and pushed him into the classroom, while releasing the boy's hand. The blond tried to keep his balance from another push. Then he looked at Techno with frightened eyes. Techno looked back at him and they started just staring into each other's eyes again.
,,Soooo, are you going to beat me already or not?"after some time of awkward silence, the boy asked. Techno raised his eyebrows in surprise and slightly inclined his head. What did he mean by that? Did he think he was going to beat him?
,,What? No. I'm not going to do that," Techno rolled his eyes. The boy awkwardly averted his eyes to the side, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
,,Then, why did you bring me here?" The boy looked at Techno again. There was genuine interest in his eyes.
,,Nothing personal, child. I just needed to get away from those annoying stares somehow. That's all. Relax" Techno, passing by a boy standing in the middle of the class, ignoring the flinching, went to one of the tables and sat down there.
The child carefully looked into Techno's face with surprise and surprisingly easily relaxed and moved into a calmer pose. The boy walked up to the table where Techno was sitting and sat down on the next chair, leaning his head on his hand. Techno tilted his head and looked at the child. He was weird. One second he is afraid of him, and the next he is already sitting next to him in a relaxed way. The blond-haired sat just staring at the wall on which the board hung, and then turned to Techno.
,, Soooo, it's probably difficult when so many people are constantly looking at you. They all think you're cool, smart and strong. Capable of doing anything and with money in his pocket, right? Do you care about meeting their expectations?"the boy asked unexpectedly.
Techno sighed.
,,Look, child, I'm not going to have small talk with you here. You were needed only so that I could get away from them quickly. It's all. But so be it, answering your question, no, I kind of don't care. I don't need it and I don't care about it at all," Techno replied, leaning back in his chair.
The child mumbled in response, not moving and probably not going to leave. They spent some more time in silence before the child spoke again.
,,By the way, my name is Tommy," the child smiled.
,,I kind of explained to you that I'm not going to chat with you. Anyway, you know my name",Techno sighed.
Tommy smiled even wider before the other students started to enter the classroom. They immediately started staring at these two sitting at the same desk. Then a teacher of many subjects named Dream came in. And for Tommy, it was a bell that it was time for him to run to his classes. So he turned to Techno.
, Well, Techno man, I already have to go, but we'll see each other and talk later. Bye bye!"Tommy got to his feet and waved goodbye to Techno. And before the pink-haired teenager could ask what he meant, Tommy was already gone.