Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

He doesn't know pt.2 (Tubbo and Tommy+Ranboo)

TW-bad relationship with parents, anger/shouting, smashed glass (mention)

Ranboo's POV:

I was tired from the flight, but I was excited more than anything. This was the day that I finally got to meet Tubbo, like in real life, and that overrode any negatives. I saw him and his mum stood there as I came out of baggage claims area, Tubbo was looking at the floor and had headphones in. His mum nudged him, and he averted his gaze up and look towards me. I walked over and said hello.

"Hello, Ranboo. It's a pleasure to finally get the chance to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." I turned towards Tubbo a little.

"Toby, your friend is here, say hello."

"Hello." It was a quiet hello, not his usual excitable, loud and bubbly hello. I hoped he was okay.

"Sorry about him Ranboo, he's just tired today." She shot him a glare, but I don't think he even saw it, his eyes were so fixed to the floor in front of his shoes.

"Oh, I don't mind. I'm pretty tired too, you know with the flight and time zones."

"Yes, I imagine you must be. Let's get you back to your home for the next 4 months. And apart from being tired, how have you been?"

"I've been really good thank you, what about you?"

"Oh, I've been good thank you." We went quiet, and just made our way to Tubbo's mum's car. She sounded shocked when I asked her how she was. Like no one ever asked her. I thought it was strange, but I also thought that it might just be a British thing. The car ride was long and quiet. Tubbo was listening to music, and I made occasional small talk with his mum. He wouldn't look towards me, choosing to instead stare out the window, the entire time. I decided to try and make conversation half way through.

"Hey Tubbo. How are you?" He shrugged. His mum sighed.

With a relatively angry tone, she stated, "Toby, your friend has come all the way from America to see you and you won't even talk to him. I know you don't like social situations but we all have to do things we don't like. I'm so sorry about him Ranboo." I looked at Tubbo: he had a tear dripping down his face, and he had turned his whole body to face the window as much as he could.

"Honestly, it's perfectly fine. Everyone has bad days sometimes, I get that."

"Tubbo should count himself lucky he has such accepting and understanding friends. Thank you so much."

"It's fine. It's what friends do." I looked back at Tubbo, I couldn't even see his face anymore; he had covered the one bit I could so with the hood of his hoodie. I just left him to it until we got to his house. Spending the rest of the ride hoping I was not the cause of his upset.

Tubbo's POV:

Mum didn't get it, but Mum had never got it. I was so anxious about being around Ranboo in real life, and I just shut down. Closed myself off, in any effort to protect myself from the way the world was making me feel. I felt bad that he didn't understand it, but I felt like I had no other option. When we got home, I chilled out a little. I gestured to Ranboo where he could put his bags in the garden room we were both staying in, and then went and sat on my swing. Mum and Dad wanted to get rid of it, my sisters didn't use it anyway. But I spent hours swinging in it, it was where I felt safe. It was where the world couldn't touch me. Well it was supposed to be.

Ranboo didn't know that I didn't like being touched when I swung. I didn't mind hugs or people touching me normally, but not in that swing. But I forgot Ranboo didn't know that. So when I heard him exiting the garden room through breaks in the music coming through my headphones, I didn't stop swinging or turn around, or really react to the situation at all. That was until, Ranboo started pushing me. When that happened, I jumped off as quickly as I could, meaning my headphones fell on the ground, and I shoved my fingers in my ears.