rivalsduo/dreamnoblade oneshots

Dream may not have good grades, but at least he's an artist.

also, minor note, if any of my stories seem a bit repetitive, or you feel like i've done that before, i honestly probably have. my adhd just gives me a really bad memory, and it's hard to remember some of the things i've written before.

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Techno HATED Dream. the man was a drug-addicted, idiotic jock with the worst grades in school. techno would know, considering that he was the student-elected student principal of the school, and managed the school's grades and statistics in his free period. top of the class, perfect grades, every teacher's favorite. techno hoped he'd never have to cross paths with Dream. until he did. it all started out with the after school tutoring program that techno was participating in, to get college points. it was easy, just teach some kids some easy work, yell at the kids that only came in to flirt with him, and then go home. easy. until Dream walked through his doors, smelling of drugs and cigarettes. Techno coughed and walked over to the window, opening it and glaring at Dream. "what do you want?" Dream shrugged, sitting down. "you can't be serious. you're here to LEARN?" techno scoffed, his eyes narrowing at Dream's small nod. "alright, fine. sure, alright. let's do this."

the lesson went horribly, and Dream was an idiot. "how do you not know this? this is freshman-level crap!" techno was saying, looking through dream's scribbles of notes. Dream shrugged, and techno was about to yell at him, when his alarm rang. "...shoot. time's up. get out of here." Dream packed up his things, and stood up, walking to the door. before he left, he glanced back at techno. "...thank you." Techno didn't respond, his face pink from all the ranting and fuming he had done in the past hour-and-a-half. Dream left, and techno sighed, popping some asprin into his mouth. he turned to grab his things, when he saw a notebook open on the table. "shoot." he reached out to grab dream's notebook, going to put it in his bag to give it back to Dream tomorrow, when a doodle on the page caught his eye. it was a little drawing of techno's upper half, his face scrunched up in thought, with a little note next to it, saying "he's so focused when he's doing a test. i wish i could do that." he flipped to another page, and saw more doodles of him, one having a note, saying "his face gets so cute when he's invested in something." the doodle was of him, making an exasperated face, most likely at the admirer. techno sighed, but a smile was on his lips. he closed the notebook, frowning. well, today had been a ride. he grabbed his things, walking down the hall to the drama classroom was, to pick up his brothers, the whole time thinking about Dream.