Techno walks into the empty classroom, light shone through the thin blinds. There, a tall teen boy with soft, dirty blonde hair sat at one of the desks fiddling with paper as pink as a flamingo.
"What are you doing?" His voice echoed through the room and the empty hallways.
The boy and his green eyes didn't even look back, still fixated on the rough construction paper.
"I'm making you a paper plane," he smiles.
"Why?"
"Just because."
Technoblade walks closer toward him, pulling a chair. He sits next to him.
It was still ever so early, the city yawns as the sun takes over the skies. The two seemed to have an unspoken agreement, always the first to arrive, it could have been because they were the top students, and that punctuality was a priority, but of course, that wasn't the reason.
Everyone knew that wasn't the reason.
"Tech here, look, I'm almost done," Dream hands him the pink paper plane. A crown had been badly drawn at one of its wings, and in the other was a green smiley face.
"It’s pretty, isn't it?" Dream's face gleams as he looks over at Technoblade.
Techno brushes off a piece of Dream's hair.
"Yeah"
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Dreamnoblade Oneshots
同人小說TechnoDream // Dreamnoblade : A collection of Oneshots & Short Stories for those moments when you want something short and sweet. You can be on the beach, or it's recess at school (if you're brave enough), on the couch with a drink or those quiet af...
