• summary • in which technoblade steps in to defend (y/n)
• basics • (y/n)'s pov
• words • 1100 words
• request • yes, thank you anon !!
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• warnings • bullying, crying, anxiety attack
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walking out of the class, i keep my head down, making sure i walked out lasted so no one was behind me. the entire time in math, several people kept making comments. it was constant. although i pretended to not notice, which may have just made it worse.
"(y/n)!" techno calls out as i leave the room. i finally pick my head up, seeing him perk up out of the corner of my eye. "just a heads up, there's a quiz in french today."
i nod, not trusting my voice. we walk down the hall, heading to the lunch room. he continues to ramble on about french before moving onto talking about his other classes.
i tried paying attention.
i truly did.
i knew in the back of my mind that listening to his words would distract me from the past hour. i knew that. yet i couldn't do it. the words from the guys in my previous class were still filling my mind.
it wasn't until we were sat down at the table until i realized techno had been saying my name. my bag was laying against my left leg, which was bouncing at a near concerning rate.
"(y/n)." i finally look up at him, his words finally registering. he was on the seat to my right, his hands laying against the table. "talk to me."
i shrug. looking back down. the white table was littered in little year old stains. tears well in my eyes.
"'m fine." i murmur. techno leans in a bit closer.
"you can talk to me. did someone say somethin?" his tone was noticeable softer than before. although he was fairly quiet while at school, the tone change was clear.
i nodded.
"who?" another tone change. this time he seemed- somewhat irritated. i didn't say anything. i couldn't. my voice box just seemed to give out. i groaned internally. "i'll ask the office to transfer to your math class. no one will mess with you."
"it's fine." i murmured, keeping him from going on a protective tangent.
"no! it's not!"
well, too late, i guess.
"i'm tired of people thinking they can get away with whatever they want! i'm going to do something. i can't just let you get bullied and sit on the sidelines!" he rants, moving his hands as he talks.
he pushed his glasses back up his nose, which had fallen in his ramble. it was safe to say the idea of lunch was long forgotten to him.
"tech, calm down." although my voice was barely above a whisper, he seemed hyperfocused on it. he huffs before scooting closer and pulling me into a hug.
it was rare that he showed any form of affection. let alone in public.
so, naturally, i was stunned into a frozen state. then, realizing what was happening, i let the tears flow as they wished. crying into his jacket, i felt horrible.
he rubbed a comforting hand along my back before humming nonchalantly.
"look, we'll get this sorted out." he reassured me. "do you want some water? maybe a snack?" i shook my head, a silent no. he just nodded, relaxing a little.
a few seconds later we broke away and he moved back to a small, yet typical, distance away. he stayed silent, as i wiped my tear stained face. i scrunched up my nose to release some sort of emotion.
"i'm sorry." i look up at him finally. he's leaning forward against the table, the gears obviously turning in his head.
"don't be. i'll get this solved and everything will be fine." he runs a hand through his hair before sparring me a glance. "can you at least tell me how long this has been happening?"
"a few months." i shy back down, looking at the table's surface. "it's not that bad, really. today's just a bad day."
the tall boy lays a hand on my shoulder for a second and a half before pulling away. it was small, but i knew it meant a lot for him. which made it mean a lot to me.
he hums in response to me. lunch didn't take too much longer. sitting in the comfortable silence with him made time go by fast. now, we walked down the science hall, going to my next class.
"your class isn't down here." i say. we just walked side by side, not talking or even looking at each other.
"i know." his response was curt. i couldn't bring myself to combat his behavior. then once i reached the door of my class, he pulled me in for another hug. this hug held a specific tightness to it, a comforting and reassuring tightness you didn't always get.
wordlessly, he breaks away and heads down another hall. i watch him walk with haste, confused.
his class wasn't that way either.
furrowing my eyebrows, i walk into my class and take a seat. i wasn't able to see techno again until we were on the bus, ready to head home. already in our seat, i see him get on and hurry his way down the aisle to our seat. he flings himself into the space next to me.
i didn't say anything.
he didn't either. yet he took out his headphones and handed one side to me. i gladly take it, putting it in my ear to listen to whatever music he had on.
as the bus rolled to our stop, i give him back his headphones and stand up. i follow him off the bus and down the rather long street to our houses. the bus dropped us off a good few blocks away, so we were usually able to catch each other up on whatever happened after lunch when we didn't see each other and make plans to hang out.
we were almost a block into our walk before he spoke.
"i'm in your math class now." his voice had dropped the previous anger it had at lunch. we was back to the monotone i had grown fond too.
"tech-"
"no. it's okay. i told you i'd sort it out." he interrupts me, which wasn't common. a tale tell sign he was serious.
"thank you." he hums a response and slowly reaches for my hand. he grabs it softly, tighten his grip every few once in a while just for a second. we didn't talk until we got onto our street. we pass his house first, and he lets go of my hand.
"anyways, want to play minecraft?" he asks. although i spare a laugh, i knew he was serious. i nod.
"i'll log on when i get home." he smiles at me. i stand in my position for a second before heading to my house.
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• author's note • please im updating so much recently don't expect this to continue slsgdjjdh. ALSO I LIVE FOR RANBOO AND TECHNO'S DYNAMIC PLEASE!! YOUR HONOR I NEED IT!! -z
