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Paintbrush x Tissues - i'm covered in the colours of you

A/N

someone said this was their crackship and honestly it's mine too
to my loyal requester, this is for you (literally)

WARNING!!!

This oneshot contains:

- Ableism

- A bit of transphobia

3rd POV

Paintbrush prided themselves on their art.

It was a genius way of portraying emotion, like venting that could be hung up on a wall. After all, in a school where no one really likes them, they needed all the emotional release they could get.

Speaking of which, school decided to arrive sooner than they'd like.

'At least I'm on a mental health plan now,' they tried to assure themselves, 'I won't have to worry about teachers screaming at me in class... I hope.'

They loaded their bag into the locker they were assigned, taking out all the books and neatly lining them up.

"Painty!"

Oh, great.

They sighed and turned around, being greeted by a far-too-happy-for-a-Monday Lightbulb.

"Hi Lightbulb." They greeted monotonously.

"Ooh, I'm so glad we're back at school! Did ya know we're meant to have a ton of new students this year? I get to show one around!"

"Sounds great, Lightbulb."

"It is!" She exclaimed joyously.

They couldn't help but smile. Despite how exhausting she could be at times, Paintbrush really valued their bubbly little pal.

"Oh, look! There's the guy!"

They followed her gaze to focus on a student wearing a mask. They had a crutch in one arm and guided themselves across the wall with the other. They overall seemed a bit disoriented, almost stumbling into a classroom was clear evidence of that, so Paintbrush decided to drift over.

"Hey."

They almost immediately regretted their words. After noticing the look of pure terror on the kid's face, Paintbrush took note of the fact that they were making themselves out to look like a bully.

"He-Hello?" The stranger tried, gripping their crutch like a lifeforce.

"I'm, uh, Paintbrush. You're new right?"

They nodded shakily. God, Paintbrush felt terrible.

"Well, uhm, sorry if I scared you."

They blurted out that last part, and based on the lack of response from the other student, they went on.

"I'm Paintbrush, I'm friends with the girl who's meant to be showing you around."

They turned back to gesture to Lightbulb, who waved happily.

"Hello then," they said with a thick accent, "I'm Tissues."

"Sweet! Nice to meet you, man. Do you have any preferred pronouns?"

They really were taking a shot in the dark here, who knows what kinda guy-

"He/they, please."

They smiled brightly.

"Cool, cool, I use they/them. Nice to meet you, Tissues."

They reached a hand out to shake, but Tissues faltered.