Technoblade <3 [a sleepy bois inc story]

Chapter 1

kindred spirit

n. a persons whose interests are similar to one's own

It was 4:44 on a cold May morning, and where else would I be but at the train station, about to board the 4:45 train going west. There was no particular place I wanted to go, I never really had a destination. The train chugged to a stop and a puff of smoke hit my face. I coughed. The train doors opened. There are a number of things that can be found on a train at 4:45 in the morning. You wouldn't expect people to be on the train, yet there always were. The train always seemed to surprise me.

I stepped in, not knowing what was to come in front of me. There were people. There always were, no matter the time or day. I scanned the train cart. There was one businessman wearing a black suit, trousers, and brown leather shoes. He stared straight ahead and had a blank face on. I wondered what work he was doing, what his job was. Who was on their way to work at 4:45 in the morning? Beats me. Maybe he wanted to get a morning coffee before his long hard day. Yes, that seemed reasonable. The next woman was sitting 3 seats away. She was elderly and was wearing purple. Purple dress, purple shoes, purple headband, and a purple handbag full of purple yarn. Your typical granny, though I still wondered what caused her to be here so early. The woman 2 seats over was holding a small baby and two children were leaning against her shoulder. The woman looked drained and looked as if she had been crying. I looked away. Now all that was left in the train car was a man. Or maybe a boy. I couldn't tell his age. He was sitting in the far corner of the train holding a book and had earbuds in. He had long, wavy, pink hair. I decided that he was the most interesting person here, so I walked over to him. I sat down on the seat beside him. He didn't look up or acknowledge me at all, but I saw his eyes stop moving along the page.

"What do you want?" he asked. His voice was deep and monotone yet it felt warm and rich like honey.

"I was wondering what you were reading"

"Romeo and juliet"

"I love that book" I replied. "What are you listening to?"

"Billy Joel."

"Great artist!"

"You're a people pleaser, aren't you?" he said with a scowl

"No"

He scoffed.

"Im serious, page 92 of Romeo and Juliet is the best and most beautifully written page in the whole book and my favorite Billy Joel song is Piano Man, but Zanzibar is a close second."

He didn't say anything, but took his earbuds out.

"You know if you ignore me that means that I've won and something tells me that you want to win." I said with a smirk

His lips parted into a small smile.

"Fine"

There was a moment of silence between us.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Technoblade"

"Mine is Devin."

"I didn't ask." He put his earbuds back in and turned the volume up.

"Well I told you anyways. How are we supposed to have a conversation if you don't know my name?"

"I was hoping that this conversation was over"

"Well it isn't, Techno, can I call you that?" I asked, stifling my giggle.

"No, but I have a feeling that I can't stop you"

"You're right." The conversation stopped for a second.