Love is like a delicate duel (Dreamnoblade)

Chapter 13

He looked lovingly into the others eyes. Oh how his heart yearned for the boy with pink hair.
Pink.
A beautiful color; often showing love, beauty, soft sides, innocence.
It's also a counterpart of red.
Red; desire, lust, violence, chaotic.
He believed the pink showed his violence is heavily muted. A façade. Deep down he is kindhearted. Though even if he wasn't, the boy would still fall hard onto his swords.

"WILBURRRR," a sigh from the brunette— always hating an interruption, "DINNERRRR".

'Man, what an eventful day. Sat my happy ass at my computer and wrote the next chapter. The fans, they love me.' That's why he takes time away from reading to actually write his own fanfics. Plus, if he doesn't write it, who will? His next plot is to overwrite all cannon. Well anyways, dinner time bitches.

"Hey Wilbur, where have you been, mate?"Phil asks, finishing up dinner— even though he was not the father, he mine as well be. Take it as the responsible eldest sibling taking care of his younger brothers, not the author being indecisive and incapable of choosing one AU. "What have you been up to in your room all day?"

"Probably watching porn," Tommy says through a mouthful of potatoes.

"Tommy, just because you set the table doesn't been you immediately shovel food into your mouth when you're done," Phil says with a playful eye roll.

"Yeah you little asshole." Tubbo speaks up, grabbing a plate.

"I love food," Wilbur ends the scene, "and sand."

Class was especially interesting for the brunette for he shared a few with Dream, two with Techie and one with both lovebirds.

Everyday he— no, not learned— daydreamed new scenarios and scenes for his current hyperfixation or favorite ship. Currently, of course, that would be Dream and Techno. One might think it weird to ship your brother with his rival, but the brunette merely thought it as a challenge.

Truthfully, no matter how dumb the crotch goblin's words, forming the bet was genius. Wilbur almost wished he thought of it, but Tommy having the idea was better for the plot.

Anyway, English is boring as shit. He's already a pretty decent writer, why take the class? It's not teaching him anything, or it wouldn't if he payed attention. The people who actually benefit from this type of class need something more advanced. A small part of him wishes he signed up for AP English, like his brother, but he'd rather fantasize and do the bare minimum than be challenged. So it all works out.

Now, Dream is... mentally challenged. He's mentally challenged. Shit still smells like shit no matter how much sugar you pour on it. If he put in more work he could pass his tests. His essays actually aren't half bad, he just always submits a first draft due to chronic procrastination. I'd say the same for Maths, but he's all round horrible in there. All of this to say, Wilbur and Dream shared  ELA.

"Wilbur, I know it's quite early in the year, but it's never a bad time to consider AP English," Mr Awesam sold, he was trying to sell this idea for quite some time, "your essays are good. Done at the last minute but, good. You can truly tell that you're still putting thought into it, no matter how late."

He clicked his pen a few times, glanced up, pretended to listen and play hard to get (only because he was too lazy to seem as though he was considering the offer).

"Just think about it." 'Yeah sure buddy, I WAS just thinking about how step 37 where they finally kiss was going to happen, but you ruined it. Now it feels as though I skipped to the good part and have to back up 10 steps. Oh how hard it is to be a daydreamer.'