You'll See! || SBI

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TW// Needles, mentioned abuse/hospitals/homophobia, past trauma & religion

Ranboo ran his fingers through his wet hair, scooping up a good chunk of red hair dye before running it through the strands. Tommy watched in the mirror of the older boy's bathroom, sucking in a deep breath as the colour made contact. Gently, the brunette's fingers guided the colour, grazing against his roots momentarily. It was the same shade of red that Ranboo had in his hair.

Watching his hair get stained was comforting. It was like a goodbye to his old life and a warm welcome to his new one. He wasn't Tommy Avia anymore. He was a free man– free to practice with his band at ungodly hours and free to hang with his friends whenever the trio pleased. No more fancy dinners or stupid fancy performances. No more stupid school.

Sure, he would have to apologize to Purpled for that but he knows his address so it's fine.

He watched as Ranboo took off their gloves, got some tin foil and placed it on top of the strands of hair that rested on another piece. They folded them over and smiled at their friend's reflection.

"Now we wait"

"Thanks, Boo"

"Trust me, more than happy to do it." The older boy smiled, picking up the container of leftover dye. "Maybe I should redo mine soon, the reds becoming a bit faint" He poked at the streak, running his black fingernails through it.

"Go on, we can match" The younger smiled cheekily, Ranboo turned to look at his friend, a smile on his face.

Each let out a short laugh before a comfortable silence fell over them. Some people find it hard to believe that Ranboo and Tommy have the ability to hang just the two of them. People think that Tubbo is the glue that holds them together– maybe he is– but Ranboo and Tommy are just as close as they are with Tubs.

They probably spend more time together than Tommy does with Tubbo. It's not anything against the boy, it's more to the fact that Ranboo lived closer to Tommy while the other is in the town square more. The older brunette tends to help the blonde get out of the house quietly and makes sure he returns without a hitch. They walk together to gather up the third member of their trio. Plus, Tubbo works.

"Hey, Toms?" Ranboo asked, the tone of his voice much shyer and fearful. The blonde looked up at his friend, finding him sitting on the edge of the bathtub looking at his hands.

"Yeah?"

"Can I– I can be honest with you... right?"

"Of course, big man. What's up?" He shifted his spot, moving his body to look more at his friend. He reached out a hand, placing it on top of Boo's. The older sucked in a breath, looking up at Tommy through their fringe.

"I-" He sighed.

"Take your time, no pressure to say anything now"

"Tommy... I'm gay..." They confessed quietly, keeping their gaze to the tiled floor. Tommy made a noise, his lips forming into a soft smile. He reached out a hand, raising Ranboo's chin to get the boy to look at him before moving that hand to brush the hair from the boy's face.

"And? That's nothing to be ashamed about. You're still the same ol' Rathaniel."

"God, I hate that name" The other laughed gently, a smile on his lips.

"I know" the younger winked.

Ranboo rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. As much as he pretended to be annoyed by the two maniacs in his life, he could never leave them. They were his family and he would stand by them for as long as he was given– whether that meant to death or not, he would later find out.