Love is like a delicate duel (Dreamnoblade)

Chapter 12

Techno sat on a stool at his island waiting for the hair dye to finish setting. The 45 minute wait would be enjoyable, having a plate of strawberries and apples, if not for the annoying ass blonde sitting on top of his fucking counter top. Said blonde kept crinkling the aluminum foil strips wrapped around sections of his hair.

The timer dinged, "can I take the foils out?", the blonde asked expectantly.

"No, bitch"

He sighed and hopped down from the counter to follow Techno to the sink. One by one the foils got folded up and placed on a napkin. Dream watched intently, hoping he could help with something.

Techno grabbed the plastic gloves and instead of putting them on he handed it over to Dream. A small smile crept onto his face. Stretching the gloved onto his hand with a snap he asked, "now what the hell do I do?", all in a cheery tone.

Techno offered a light chuckle to say, " you're washing my hair."

"Ohhhhh. Okay, cool," he had no fucking clue.

The water was flicked on and a chair brought over. Techno dropped his head for easy access and minimal mess, well whatever minimal means for Dream. Dream intertwined his fingers into Techno's hair to get a good rinse before applying product. Soon the soap was drizzled onto the pinkette's head.

The blonde ran his fingers through Techno's hair repeatedly, spreading the soap. It was calming. They can both admit to that. The light above the sink was dim and golden, contributing to the peaceful scene. He rubbed and scratched at the pinkette's scalp to rinse the soap. Which, damn, felt good for the other.

"So what do you think?" The blonde asked after blow drying the other's hair.

"Back to normal."

"Come on, I don't get anything? I worked hard!" He pouted, "not even an 'wow thank you dream tehehe'," he said obnoxiously imitating Techno.

"I don't sound like that"

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They were back at the fencing club. Tommy was still slightly traumatized from what he overheard the last time, but other than that business as usual... well it was always kind of odd, anyway.

Dream was excited to actually start some duels. In previous meetings they had gone over the basics of the club. Now it was time to actually do something. He hoped there would be worthy competition. Someone other than just Technoblade, but he has to admit, he does look forward to dueling him. Well, sort of. Part of him feels an odd feeling toward Techno. Interacting with him at all is party queasy.

He grabbed one of the foils and his fencing mask. The blonde pulled the Sabre mask over his head and walked to a practice dummy while waiting for further instruction.

The obnoxious little goblin manager emerged from his shadowy cave (AKA walking from behind the bleachers). "Hello everybody. It is about time we get this thing really started. Well nothing is truly started without alcohol and drugs, but you get the idea," he says walking back and forth in a short line like a general in front of the bleachers, "So! Don't screw up too hard. Wear your helmet thingys to prevent stabbing someone's eye out- though I wouldn't mind seeing th-"

"Alright thank you, Tommy. I will take it from here," the coach cut off Tommy to prevent any more juvenile statements from the boy.

He walked away with a "serious" look on his face, like he had completed a mission.

Dream felt someone poke him with the tip of a sword on his right shoulder. He turned slightly and immediately got knocked to the ground. Techno had grabbed his shoulders and swiped his leg.

"Greeting to you to-" Dream huffed when Techno pinned him to the floor. He hadn't even been given time to see his face before the fight. He can't say this was uncommon though. They were always testing each other's reflexes. Techno was especially hard to sneak up on. The blonde usually wouldn't falter this much so early on. He told himself he was just tired today despite feeling quite energetic.

"Not gonna fight back, pretty boy?"

He smirked, lifting his knee up to techno's thigh and swiping the other to the ground beside him, "I always do."

"What? How could I be expected to know, your behavior has been a lot different lately," he asked faking innocence. Dream flipped himself over to hover over the pinkette, giving him a look that called BS.

Techno struggled under the blondes grasp because he stopped to make his witty remark. Techno gifted him the confusion from his furrowed brows when he stood up. Dream lifted techno abruptly by his shirt, hitting techno's chest against the midpoint between his chest and shoulder.

"Still confused, tech? It's the same as always," Dream unknowingly lied. Or maybe he did know, somewhere he knew it was not the same. He'd say he didn't in the forefront of his mind. Though the truth is, he was thinking about the tension between them a lot, especially in this very moment. So I suppose it was in fact a knowing lie.
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A/N: AHHHH. Omg I'm so sorry for not posting for so long. The lack of motivation was real. I've been working on this one chapter for so long and it's not even that great lmao, honestly I did fewer words because I needed something to post and found a sorta stopping point. Warning not proof read all the way lmao. ALSO WE HIT 2K READS YESSSSS