Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)

I'll Be Your Shield (Tommy and Tubbo) (2/2)

Puffy POV

Puffy glared at the woman as she sat down across from her. She maintained her calm manner, but on the inside her blood was boiling worse than it ever had before.

"What is this about?" the woman asked, staring at her with innocence.

"Oh I think you know." Puffy glared. Dream shifted beside her, as though he was trying to stop himself from tackling the woman to the ground.

"Enlighten me." 

"You caused Tubbo to have a terrible anxiety attack." Puffy folded her arms. "And that is not okay."

"You seriously believe he has social anxiety?" the woman smirked, rolling her eyes. "Social anxiety is nothing but an excuse."

Puffy gripped the edge of the table, preventing herself from tackling the woman herself. How could someone be so stupid? "He was throwing up in the bathroom and couldn't catch his breath, which caused him to panic. Does that really sound like an excuse to you?"

Before the woman could respond, the door behind her suddenly opened and Phil walked in. There was a sharp glare in his eyes, that nearly mirrored Puffy's.

"I apologize for being late." he said quickly, not taking his eyes off the teacher. "I hope I didn't miss anything important?"

"I see where your son gets it from." the teacher muttered under her breath.

Phil snapped towards her, his glare even scarier. "What did you say?"

"I said your son is just like you, always late to everything." the teacher repeated, trying to glare back.

"My son is perfectly fine. It's you I, we, have a problem with."

"I have done nothing wrong." the teacher shook her head. "Your son made up a lie, your son supported him. I simply called him out on it, like I'm supposed to." 

"Tubbo is not lying!" Dream snapped.

Puffy gave him a sharp look, making him sink back in his chair. "Dream is right. Tubbo is not lying, he takes medication for his anxiety. What, is that some excuse too?"

The teacher sighed. "I can't give your son any special treatment-"

"It's not special treatment!" Puffy shouted. "It simply means he can't answer questions in class or present! Is it really that hard to understand?!"

"It is special treatment!" the teacher yelled back. "What will the other kids think when he gets special treatment for something he made up-"

"He didn't make it up!" three voices screamed at once.

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Tommy POV

The argument went on for sometime. Tommy continuously glanced towards Tubbo, noticing how sad he looked. He looked so lost in thought.

"Tubs, it's not your fault." Tommy spoke softly, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"You know it is." Tubbo shook his head, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

"No it is not!" Tommy insisted. "It's that bitchy teacher! Not you." He shook his head. "You can't control your anxiety."

Tubbo said nothing, turning away.

Tommy thought for a moment before an idea popped into his head. He looked towards Tubbo, a playful smile on his face. "Want to get out of here?"

"Where would we go?" Tubbo questioned.

"Our usual spot. You know, our bench."

Tubbo couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Okay."

Tommy grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the door. The two best friends laughed as they ran, not a care in the world.

It was a moment they wanted to treasure forever.

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-Snowy