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"Tommy's alarm clock has been ringing for 20 minutes get up! ". The voice of our protagonist's mother was heard in all rooms of the house. With a groan, the blonde sat down on the bed trying to rub his eyes and look at the phone. "OH MY GOD, I'M FUCKING LATE! ".
Yes, here he is our main character. Tommy has been studying at high school for 16 years and is engaged in drawing, although at the moment he only wants to see his friends who are already banging on the door of his house. Tommy puts on his favorite red and white T-shirt and cargo shorts. Hastily, he gathers his shoulder bag and painting supplies. Going to the mirror on the wall, he tries to quickly style his hair, but after two minutes he gives up and runs out of the room.
In the kitchen, his mom is already going to work. "Toms this is the second time in a week." She passes the toast with peanut butter and jam to the blonde, who immediately shoves it into his mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm just working on a painting." "Okay, but go to bed earlier, I don't want your academic performance to drop." Tommy was already running out of the door with his shoes on, shouting "I can't promise anything! ".
Slamming the door, the blonde crashed into someone dwarf, or rather his friend Tabbo. "Tommy, how long can you sleep? Ranboo and I have been standing for fifteen minutes". The short brunette pouted, and the lanky guy standing behind him lightly slapped him on the shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Okay, let's go, otherwise we'll be late for my first math lesson, I don't want to get another reprimand from this witch." Tommy took both of them by the hands and dragged them towards the school. "We wouldn't be late if our artist didn't paint until late again." "Who would say! You play minecraft yourself until 4 in the morning!". "This is different! ". "No!". "Yes! ". "Tommy! Tabbo! Stop pushing around and let's hurry up." So they went muttering arguments against each other.
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After entering the school, three teenagers went to their lockers with loud laughter. Tommy loved morning walks with his friends, which made his day brighter and boosted his mood. Until he saw a group of bitches. Dream, Sapnap and George. They were constantly harassing him and Tabbo and Ranbu. Taking out his textbooks, the blond felt a look on his back. He knew who it was, no one else cared about him except for Dream. Turning, Tommy looked at the mask with an ugly smiley face that burned through his eyes. "Hi Tommy." This bastard has the audacity to ruin his morning just with his stupid voice and fucking mask. Unsurprised by his answer, the blonde showed him the middle finger and closed the locker and left in the direction of his class. He's going to get it anyway, so at least let that bitch know where this place is.
While Tommy was climbing the stairs, the bell rang for lessons. Hissing a quiet "damn", he hurried to the third floor. Walking up to the classroom door, he took a deep breath and knocked. Looking into the audience, he already saw some stranger at the blackboard and George who was sitting next to his seat. How the bastard got there if Tommy went down the stairs earlier, he doesn't know. Teleportation doesn't seem to have been invented yet. "Thomas Simons are you late again? ". From his full name and the views of the class, I wanted to wince. "I'm sorry." "Sit down and don't be late anymore." With a quick nod, he sat down next to George and took out the supplies along with the sketchbook. Then at last he turned his attention to the newcomer at the blackboard.
A tall, broad-shouldered guy was solving an example. Pink hair was braided in a neat braid and only a couple of strands fell out, limping a beautiful face. Small muscles showed through his clothes, the guy was clearly in shape and probably went to the gym. There were several scars on his hands and face, which did not frighten him, but on the contrary gave him beauty.In his ears were gold earrings with a chain and a jewel in the middle. But the most beautiful thing about him was his ruby eyes. Maybe it was a game with light or maybe it was lenses, but Tommy was fascinated by it and without wasting a second opened the sketchbook on a blank page and began to draw.
Fifteen minutes later, the sketch was ready. The most expressive thing in the drawing was the look and facial features. It's a pity that the guy was standing sideways, but Tommy was more than happy with that. But what he wasn't happy with was George, who tore out a piece of paper with a drawing and stared at it. "Hah Tommy is really not bad, I think Dream will want to see it." "You bitch, give it back now! ". George only withdrew his hand with the sheet and put it in his pocket. "Thomas! ". The teacher's voice abruptly interrupted his attempts to return the drawing. "Since you listened to me well, go to the blackboard and solve an example. Thanks Technoblade, you can sit down." Sighing, Tommy got up from his seat and finally stepped on George's foot and went to the blackboard. The pink-haired man turned around and their eyes met. Ruby eyes looked at him, time seemed to stop for a moment, but everything passed and the stranger left his field of vision. Taking the chalk with trembling hands, he decided to fill his head with numbers for now, but the rest of the lesson still felt the eyes on him.
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After a few more boring lessons, it was time for a break. Entering the dining room, Tommy immediately noticed his friends and a large group of people in the middle of the room. Probably it's because of the new one. Chuckling, the blond man sat down with his friends and fell face first into the table. The conversations of the two teenagers stopped and their attention was finally attracted by the blonde. "Um Tommy are you okay? ". "No Ranboo, I made the biggest mistake of today." "What have you done again? The blond man sat down with his head propped on his hand and continued. "A new student transferred to us and I decided to draw him, but fucking son of a bitch George took the drawing and said he would show Dream." Then the other two realized why Tommy was disappointed. "Fuck. Why did you decide to draw it at all? ". Tabbo handed the blond a bag of juice for consolation. "Well. He looked good.. and um, my hands reached out to draw by themselves." Tabbo stared at him without blinking, and finally sighed. "Tommy, you don't learn from your mistakes. You do understand that the situation can be like with a Dream? ". "I know I've already figured out my fuck-up. You can't trust handsome guys from other schools." Tabbo nodded, and Ranboo sat and thought about something.
While the trio was talking, the whole crowd in the middle of the dining room dispersed. Tommy wondered who they were looking at and his fears were justified. "Tabbo, Ranboo is him." Two of them immediately turned their heads to the table. "You're fucking kidding." Tommy wanted to fall even more face down into the table because at the table, in addition to the handsome man, there was a Dream team and some other brunette. Tabbo's jaw dropped. "Tommy. Don't tell me your handsome man is a Blood God." "What do you mean, Tabbo? ". Tubs used to box and one day he was 'lucky' to meet the Blood God in the ring. Tabbo lost. "Tommy, don't go near him. Believe me. If Dream is just a bastard, then he is a strong bastard. He'll smear you against the wall." The blond man swallowed and nodded his head, although he did not fully believe his friend.
At that moment, he felt the gaze again and turned around. George took out the drawing and handed it to Dream, pointing at Tommy. Fuck. He's going to die today. But things only got worse and now the drawing is already in the hands of the Blood God. Then he abruptly turned around and looked into the eyes of the blonde. Ruby met with sky blue. Tommy turned away. He heard the Dream table laughing, so he quickly gathered and said goodbye to his friends as he ran out of the dining room. Dream is going to kill him.
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The rest of the lessons were quiet, except for the fact that Tommy was in mourning. At the last history lesson, a light-haired man came instead of an old corgi. "Hello. I'm your new history teacher Phil Watson. I hope we get along." Surprisingly, the man was calm and often smiled telling about historical events. Tommy liked him, it was clear that the teacher himself liked to conduct lessons, and this is rare. But all good things come to an end sooner or later.
After the call, Tommy went to the lockers and took out his supplies. Today he had to go to the club and fix his painting. After saying goodbye to his friends, he sighed and went to the club. Going up to the classroom, he was greeted by easels and paintings that he had left there. Previously, the club was full of different people who wanted to draw, but they were all scared off by a Dream that Tommy visited. Sighing, the blond man put his bag on the table and parted the curtains letting light into this bleak atmosphere. In fact, Tommy liked this calmness, although no one would have believed that such a hyperactive guy would prefer a quiet lonely room than a loud company.
All the calm was interrupted by laughter outside the door. Tommy knew who it was and that's why he pushed everything important away. The door swings open and Dream and Sapnap come in laughing while George stayed at the door in case someone came. The white mask looked at him. "Hi Toms." The nickname made Tommy sick. "Don't call me that." "I'll call you whatever I want." Dream slowly began to approach and Tommy backed away until he crashed into the wall. "I thought that only I deserved to be in your paintings, and you decided to draw a Technoblade? I didn't think you were such a whore." He was lifted by the collar of his shirt, pressing even harder into the wall. "As soon as a new guy comes to school, you immediately draw him, right? And then you spread your legs in front of them like a whore." The knee hit him in the stomach, from which all the air left his lungs. "I think I've already said that you're only mine, but instead of accepting it, you'll happily spread your legs for any newcomer, right? Answer whore." Another blow. "I'm better.. I'll be a whore than I'll paint you again.. Dream fell silent and let go of his shirt collar, causing Tommy to fall to the floor. He took the blond man's face and turned it towards him. "I think you don't understand. You don't have a choice, but if you want it bad, then it will be so." Dream landed a few more kicks on the ribs of the poor blond man and then hit him in the face. A coppery taste filled his mouth, so disgusting he wanted to vomit. Dream left, taking his friends with him, and the classroom became quiet again.
Slowly getting up, Tommy got up and opened the window to spit out the blood. Sitting down on a chair, he leaned back and slowly restored his breathing. He's already so tired. The greatest mistake of his life was to meet a Dream and even worse to meet him. At first everything was fine, hugs, kisses, but then Tommy found out that Dream was chasing him and once even broke into the apartment after which blodin left him. Dream did not accept this and began to mock his friends and beat all the shit out of Tommy. After that, Tommy pulled away from everyone a little and spent more and more time at the club and drawing. He did not want to involve his friends in all this, and even more so to strain his mother with this, so he was silent.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Jumping up, he got up from his chair and straightened up. Did Dream decide to come back and finish him off? But ruby eyes and pink hair appeared in the doorway. They both stared at each other in shock for several seconds until the stranger opened his mouth. "Is this a drawing club? ". Tommy was even more taken aback. "Yes. Why are you here? ". The blood god entered the classroom and began to look around. "They told me to choose a club to my liking and gave me a list. It's pretty empty here." Tommy relaxed a little and began to lay out the easel along with the accessories. "Well, the fewer people there are, the more room for creativity." The blood god walked over to the various paintings that were lying against the far wall and looked at them for a long time. "Did you draw this yourself? ". The question stung him. "Of course! Who else needs it besides me." Tommy pouted and sat down on a chair opening the paint. The picture was a sunset starry sky with clouds. One day he dreamed of this sky and he wanted to capture it on canvas. The blood god slowly approached Tommy and bent down to look at the painting. The blond's heart skipped a beat, and then began to beat furiously, trying to escape from his chest. He could feel the breath on his neck, which sent goosebumps all over his body. "It looks beautiful." Tommy felt the blood rush to his cheeks from the compliment. "Thank you." He muttered softly, which made the Blood God chuckle. "You're Thomas, right? ". "I prefer Tommy. Thomas is too formal, aren't you?.. ". "Technoblade, but you can call me Techno." Tommy carefully took a brush and dipped the tip in white paint for drawing stars. Techno didn't move an inch watching the process. "There are a lot of still lifes and
landscapes, but no portraits. Don't you know how to draw them? ". Tommy took an offended breath. "I draw portraits beautifully! I'm the best at it! ". "Then why aren't they here?" The blond paused, considering what to say. "I don't draw them anymore." The last portrait he painted was Dream's face. After all, he burned the portrait cursing his feelings. "Then why did you draw me? ". The question caught him off guard. He couldn't just say that his hands had decided everything by themselves. "Well, um.. simply.. you looked beautiful and I decided to draw you." Then he realized that he had literally called the Blood God beautiful. Techno himself blushed and was embarrassed. "I'm flattered.. although it's not polite to draw without asking." Techno grinned at Tommy's puffed-up red cheeks. "Not politely staring the whole lesson! ". Techno grinned and raised his hands in a sign of loss. "Okay, okay, we're even." Tommy himself laughed a little. He liked the Techno company, he's not as scary as Tabbo said, rather a bit withdrawn. Maybe he's not like Dream?
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After a few more minutes of calm drawing, Tommy's phone rang. The number was shown by his mother. "Alo? ". "Tommy, are you home yet? ". "No, I'm in the club, why? ". "I need you to go home and meet the courier in 15 minutes." "Well, I'll come." The blond turned off his phone and sighed as he folded his supplies. "Are you leaving? ". There was a bit of sadness in Techno's voice, but Tommy didn't pay much attention as he removed the easel and put the painting to dry. "Yes, we need to meet the courier." "Can I walk you out? The blond man froze for a second and the color flooded his whole face again. "Y-you can." The corners of Techno's lips lifted a little, which made Tommy blush even more and took the bag out of the classroom.
Coming out of school, the blonde heard a familiar laugh. Fuck. Dream's team was standing at the fence. They were waiting for him. Perhaps if it wasn't for Techno, he would have been dragged into a car and taken to the forest. All attention immediately turned to the two and slowly the Dream began to approach them. "Tommy, what a meeting, and what were you doing with Technoblade alone in an empty school for so long? ". Oh, no, he won't tolerate it. He's had enough for today. "None of your fucking business bitch." Tommy grabbed Techno's hand and walked past Dream, brushing him with his shoulder while walking outside the school. Moving away, he slowed down and exhaled. Techno slowly intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand encouragingly. "Is everything okay? ". "Yes. It's okay, Dream is just a bitch." Techno let out a chuckle. "I totally agree with you on that." "You seemed to communicate at school, aren't you friends? ". "It's who else is watching who, but no, we're more like rivals." Tommy pouted at Techno's remark. "Why is he holding a grudge against you? The blonde unconsciously squeezed his hand a little harder, which did not escape the attention of Techno. "This.. It's a long story and I don't want to hear about this bastard anymore." Then Tommy remembered that they were still holding hands and his cheeks were flushed again, which made him look like a strawberry. "Ah.. um, by the way, why did you transfer to us? ". Techno didn't seem to notice that their fingers were still intertwined, pondering the answer. "Well, my father and brother and I moved here because of work and a small incident." Tommy remembered probably that brunette in the dining room was his brother then.. "Remind me what your last name is." "Watson." "Ha, so your father is a history teacher? ". "Yes, it is. Have you met him yet? ". "Yup taught our last lesson, he's cool in my opinion." Techno grinned. "I think he'll be glad to hear it." Tommy smiled. Apart from the Dream, the day went well. He was comfortable being with Techno right now. A warm, calloused hand and calm conversations relaxed him. Here and now he felt safe. The blond man was shaking them with his hands, which again attracted the attention of Techno. After looking at the intertwined hands, the pink-haired man himself blushed, but he did not remove his hand, but only squeezed it tighter and looked away. Tommy chuckled at that. "What's funny? ". "Nothing, you're just all red." Techno turned his head and looked resentfully at the blond. Tommy only laughed even harder, Techno himself did not notice how he also began to smile stupidly looking at the happy teenager. "Smile more. You look prettier with a smile." Tommy stopped laughing and blushed himself, and now he was laughing Techno. "Now you're red." "Shut up! I'm not red! You're red! ". The rest of the way they laughed making each other blush.
When they reached the porch of his house, both calmed down and talked about different topics. "Do you play minecraft too? ". "Yes, I have the biggest potato farm." "We'll have to play together sometime. Okay, I have to go." Tommy slowly unwound their fingers and was about to go in, but Techno gently grabbed his wrist. "Wait. Um.. are you going to the club tomorrow? ". Tommy blinked innocently. "Yes." Techno came up close and lifted his chin so that Tommy would look at him. Bending down, the pink-haired man gently kissed the blonde's cheek and then pulled away. "Then I'll come back tomorrow at the same time." Then he left, leaving Tommy standing in shock. Slowly he raised his hand and touched his cheek, it seemed that soft but bitten lips were still touching his cheek. Smiling stupidly, he went home, throwing off his sneakers and running into his room. Jumping onto the bed, he hugged the pillow and happily screamed into it.
It's a pity he didn't notice the white mask watching them. He's fucked up. But the main thing is that he is happy now.