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"Good morning class." Miss Puffy greets with a beaming smile on her face.
Everyone greets back quite tiredly. Techno scrolls through his phone underneath the table.
"Starting off the day, your test results are back and I'm very proud of how the majority of you have done. Give yourselves a round of applause." She says, walking over to her table and picking the papers up from her table as everyone cheers and claps. Technoblade smiles, it's almost unnoticeable but he does.
She begins to hand out the papers and many students walks over to their friends and show each other their results, other get up from their seats and cheer and it's just a loud way to start off the morning. Techno doesn't mind, he has his headphones in and soft Minecraft music playing as he waits for his paper.
He wasn't always one to stress out about his mark. It might be a little egotistical to some but he knows his marks are always above average. The teachers have said so, the principal has said so and so have his parents. He was smart and he knew he was, everyone knew he was. He thought fast and works to pass like his life depended on it. Because it practically did, if he failed he can't get anywhere in life and what kind of 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 do you need to be to fail? Not Techno, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 Techno. (That whole thought was all slash j please-)
"Techno." She calls out and slides the paper over to him with the brightest smile on her face. Techno smiles back awkwardly as he flips his paper over.
”87%”
”𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰! ツ”
He smiles at the little compliment. His teachers often did that on his paper and drew a small smiley face next to it. It's nice to have even if you've seen it all the way from first grade to tenth. He loves seeing the small details they add.
The day goes as per usual. He goes to each class, some teachers hand out tests, some give out homework and assignments and some just give them free time. The day flies by and break comes along. With that, his friends.
"Ayup." his brother greets with a wave. Brunette hair, brown eyes and a long lanky body, Wilbur. His assumed 'twin' just because of how similar they were to one another. Both have similar shades of brown hair, both has similar soil eyes, both have similar humour and more. The only difference would be their accents some say.
"Hullooo." He greets back with enough enthusiasm, waving all his friends over.
There was Wilbur, Niki, Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo all together.
They've all been friends since they were younger, of course his brothers don't count. Some found earlier and some later but all thicker than thieves.
They all pair up and head over to their spot. As they walk, Tommy was pouting and occasionally punching Tubbo or Ranboo in the arm. Techno watches them closely, trying to break down each of Tommy's moves and what emotion they're attatched to. The punching is anger and the pouting is seemingly disappointment. He wants to ask but Tommy being angry is not something you'd like to deal with.
But he likes to live on the edge and he can quickly escape judging by the fact that he is faster than him.
"Tommy you good?" Wilbur asks first before Techno can. He sighs in relief as Wil takes the bait like the dumb fish he was. Now he just watches on the sidelines.
As Tommy does when he is angry, he glares, pouts, attacks and gets all defensive. It's all in his body movements and tone.
The boy, as expected, glares at Wil who just raises an expectant brow.
"Leave me alone." He sneers, his face shifting to a scowling look.
"Tell me what's wrong." He pushes, stopping the boy by grabbing his shoulder. Techno wants to stop too but he doesn't want to intrude. So he follows the rest of his friends who all seem to pick up that Tommy's upset so they all step away and stay on the guidelines.
Tommy turns to the man and his scowl deepens to something toxic. Wilbur on the other hand does not look intimidated at all, almost like he was more willing to push the issues out of him, even if it ends in him having a black eye. As expected from him.
"Fuck you. I don't need to tell you anything."
"I don't need you to." He responds with that sly smile. He always does this whenever a situation becomes a little too intense for him and the people around him. To respond in a way that throws off the opponent.
Tommy looks like he's about to fight back with a quick insult but the boy blanks and steps back, all confused and voice high with elation. "What?"
"I don't need you to. You want me to fight you so the truth comes out 'easier'." he explains with air quotations. Techno wants to hug the boy, he looks so very lost and confused like a puppy that's seen a potential opponent but it only just looks at them and walks off. Not prideful or cocky, just to themselves.
Tommy blinks over and over again turning to his friends and trying to find answers on their faces like they were a written script, but there's nothing. He then turns to Techno and mouths for help. Techno shrugs and fold his arms, lips sealed to a thin line.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Tommy interjects, making two steps towards Wilbur as if he were challenging him. Once again, Wilbur doesn't look moved nor scared.
"I'm not really into fighting y'know," Wilbur explains as he steps forward once and lays a hand on the blond's head, fingers digging into his scalp past the golden hair and, almost like some sort of magic trick or sorcery of some sort that he's seen all his life, Tommy goes all limp and Wilbur manages to catch him.
Techno's decided that he was low-key tired of waiting on the sidelines and decides to join in. Niki shortly follows behind and soon it's everyone.
"Y'all alright?" He asks as Niki peaks over his shoulder.
"Yup. Just calming the gremlin down." Wilbur answers, fingers running through his hair, undoing all the knots gently.
"Is it that easy to disable him?" Ranboo asks out of nowhere and everyone turns to him. Techno's honestly forgot the boy was even here at all with his silence.
"That's an interestin' question coming from you Ranboo." Techno comments and everyone begins to laugh while Ranboo just nervously shuffles from side to side giggling.
"Let me go you witch." Tommy mutters, his voices slightly muffled by Wilbur's shirt. Wilbur giggles and lets his hand off. Tommy shoots back up and start yelling swears and threats at seemingly everyone as they continue to get to their spot.
Wilbur's arms are thrown over Techno and Ranboo and those three begin to talk about how numbers and letters are pronounced. Of course it's a losing battle for Wilbur because he is just wrong automatically.
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The school day ends and Techno heads home with tons of homework, assignments and luckily no projects. Today was a good day. It's a usual repeat but he likes it that way. It's nice to have things in order and he knows what to do. It feel great, he feels great. His brothers bicker about behind him and he chooses to drown out the noise.
He opens up the front door and a cloud of dust immediately drowns out all his senses. He sneezes over and over again, his eyes begin to water as he sways his hand in front of him back and forth, trying to rid the dust. Somebody, or his parents must be cleaning.
"Jesus Christ man! You good?" Tommy asks as Techno takes a few stumbling steps back. Wilbur is the first to catch him.
"I'm fine," another sneeze, "-just very dusty inside." Another long string of sneezes flood out of him and he's going to lose his mind if they don't stop.
"Block your nose. Wil's clearing the way." Tommy instructs. Techno does so and holds onto his brother's hand, following the lead.
As soon as they enter the house, he can see Wilbur flailing his hands in the air and Phil nervously trying to help out. Kristin was the one holding a broom and looking at him with a snarky smile. He pouts and sticks out a tongue at her, she does it back. Yes Techno becomes a literal child with his mother.
"Okay you can go now Tech." Wil calls out, still dramatically swaying his arms around. Techno quickly breaks into a run while blocking his nose. Goddamn sinuses suck.
He manages to get to his room and shuts the door. He drops his hand from his nose and inhales carefully. He is relieved to find that his room wasn't as dusty as the whole house was or else he'd just disintegrate. Moving onwards from all that, he gets out all his books and sorts them out from most important and least. From there, he starts to work away, headphones in and soft Minecraft music plays as he picks up his materials and begins his work.
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Four hours or even less, Techno doesn't know. Phil was the time guy, not him. Anyways, some time has passed and he is almost done with everything. His math equations done, his three thousand word essays for English were done and so on. Just left with the tests that his parents needed to sign and he'd be done with a quarter of the things he needed to do for the day.
He was sure there were bags under his eyes, there always was. That's just an indication that he needs to get used to more work because once University comes around, it'll get far harder than that. He doesn't like things being difficult so he repeats it for as long as he can. Wake up, get breakfast and get to school, work, get home, work work work, study, dinner then bedtime.
Yeah, his day must so very boring to be constantly working but it'll get him far in life and his future self would be proud of him when he's sitting in his retirement home with his whole family's debts paid off.
His eyes droop as he reads over the history textbook, looking for answers to the questions. His skin is itchy, his eyes burn and his limbs are stiff. But he works until he's done or he'd fail- he'd mess up and lose everything-
He can't lose his spot on first. Wilbur wouldn't spin him around whenever he'd get a eighty five and up on his tests, Tommy wouldn't scream and cheer and jump around, Phil wouldn't spoil him with everything anymore, Kristin wouldn't squeeze him until he'd hear a bone crack. He wouldn't get all that love and affection anymore. He can't lose that.
So he works and works until he drops. And boy, he knows when he drops.
Because he dropped about an hour ago. Fast asleep on the textbook, hair frazzled and heavy bags hang from his eyes.
Yeah, welcome to the life of Techno Blade! The top achiever and perfectionist who's avoided burnout for far too long.