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"𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑾𝑬 𝑴𝑬!" | 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

This is a c!Techno football player high school au for the collab MSGI has been working on for a while now :]

Summary: Taking care of Techno leads you down memory lane (from like two months ago). Genre: fluff Warnings: cursing, blood, cuts Pronouns: they/them Note: you can tell i know nothing about football so sorry if something is inaccurate, i based this off of stuff that happened at my old school, also this is the longest fic i have ever written and tbh i don’t know if it’s any good but-

Everything was tense. You were at the edge of your seat, holding your breath, wondering who was going to score the last point and win the game. Unfortunately for Techno, and your school, the other team managed to steal the last point.

You knew Dream and Techno had a rivalry outside of football, but you thought it was rather childish so you never bothered to understand it. You saw them yell at each other, waving their hands around, Dream’s stupid smug smirk and Techno’s irritated frown.

Techno turned around, heading for the locker rooms, so you pushed off the metal bleachers, heading down the ramp on the side. You always met up with Techno after games, right outside the locker room. It was a way for you to congratulate him or calm him down, depending on the outcome of the game.

By the time you had run inside and over to the locker rooms, Dream and Techno were already at each other’s throats.

“Maybe if your team wasn’t shit, you would’ve won,” Dream taunted, shoving Techno‘s shoulder. “Say what you want about me, but my team worked hard to get where we are.”

You came up behind them, resting your hand between Techno’s shoulder blades, hoping it was enough to tell him to step back. Dream was clearly egging him on.

Dream looked down at you, green eyes shining with mischief, “Too bad they’re still with you, I think they’d look much better on me-”

It was Techno who threw the first punch, fist slamming against the side of Dream’s nose. Never one to hold back from a fight, Dream came back at Techno with just as much force. You tried to step away from them, but you needed to get Techno away as well. If Phil caught them fighting, there’d be serious consequences.

Thankfully, Wil had just stepped out of the locker rooms, stumbling back a few steps when he noticed the fight.

“Techno! What the fuck are you doing?!”

He broke the two up, scolding them like a dad would and Dream stormed off. You grabbed Techno’s arm, dragging him to the nearest bathroom.

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, shoving him inside before rushing off to steal the first-aid kit from the nurse’s office.

You were almost certain it was empty, there was no need for the nurse to be on campus if the sport’s trainer was on the field already.

When you walked back inside the bathroom, Techno was noticeably avoiding eye contact, seemingly so invested in the hem of his jersey.

The bathroom was small and cramped, you shoved him to the side to give yourself enough space to move around comfortably. You could almost hear his complaint but you shot him a glare before he could get it out.

Techno crouched down slightly, leaning back against the sink so you could reach his face easier. Dream had managed to do some damage with his punch. Techno was sporting a cut on his right cheek and a slightly bruised lip.

“You are an absolute idiot,” you grumbled, shuffling around in the first aid kit for antiseptic.

Techno winced when you brought the alcohol-laden cotton pad to the cut on his face, “Do I look attractive, at least?” “No.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes when you glared at him, harshly whispering at him to stop moving so much.

Carefully angling his face to the left, you swiped the cotton pad against his cheek. Techno hissed, squeezing your waist as you continued to clean the cut.

“You know Phil’s gonna ask where you got this cut from, right?” “I’ll figure it out,” Techno grumbled. “Will you stop pressing down so hard?”

Pulling away from him, you gave him a sarcastic smile, “Shouldn’t have gotten into a fight with the pissbaby, then. How did I get stuck with you?”

Techno shifted his weight, clearly getting tired of the awkward stance you had put him in. A few strands of his hair had managed to fall out of his messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, and you brushed them to the side. He was looking off, clearly lost in thought, while you worked on cleaning up his bottom lip.

“You’re the one who agreed to tutor Tommy,” Techno smiled, pulling you closer to him.

You laughed as you thought back to your first ever football game, coincidentally also your first time meeting Techno.

Two months before, your math teacher had apparently taken pity on a poor kid from third hour geometry. He had approached you after class, asking if you could be so kind as to tutor him. You weren’t one to offer your intelligence for free but the volunteer hours would look good on your college applications, so you agreed.

You met the kid at the library after school, an awkward blond boy with a band-aid on the bridge of his nose and a deep set scowl on his face. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other students and bookshelves in his white and red shit. He was picking at his nails, and when he saw you walking towards him, he scoffed, immediately flipping you off.

You slid into the chair in front of him, “I don’t wanna be here either, I’d rather be out with my friends.” He rolled his eyes, introducing himself, “I’m Tommy, and I’m only here because I don’t want to get kicked off the football team.”

His math grades were abysmal, you wondered how he even passed freshman year, but you tried your best to help him out. Though progress was slow, it was still visible, and on his unit test, he was able to pass with a low B.

“Y/N! Y/N! I passed! I fuckin’ passed!”

You couldn’t even get a word out before you were tackled in a hug, Tommy was practically jumping with joy.

He pulled away, laughing, “I am so happy right now, you have no idea!” “That’s so great! I’m proud of you, Tommy.”

He shrugged his backpack off, setting it on the floor and shoving his test inside. Adjusting the sleeves of his shirt, Tommy grabbed your wrist.

“Wanna come to my game?” You hesitated and Tommy attempted to sway you with puppy-dog eyes, “Pleaseee, Y/N? Pleaseeee? It’ll be fun, you can watch me win like the big man I am.”

You grabbed your backpack as well, checking the time on your phone and thinking of the essay you had to write before first hour tomorrow.

“I don’t know, Tommy, I’m kind of busy.” You saw his shoulders drop as he let out a disappointed sigh, “But it’ll be my first time off the bench and on the field.”

Feeling guilty for rejecting him, you caved, agreeing to go. Tommy screamed emphatically, earning a glare from the librarian, before dragging you out and onto the field.

“Game starts in thirty, I think, you could watch us practice until then-” “Tommy!”

You saw the football coach walk over to him, a grin on his face as he hugged him.

“I’m proud of you, mate. That test score was the best one yet,” he said, pulling away from Tommy and turning his attention to you. “Oh, you’re his tutor right? Thanks for helping him, I know he’s a stubborn kid.”

You simply laughed off the comment, not really used to responding to things like that, and weaved yourself out of the conversation as soon as possible. You had a little less than thirty minutes to spare, so you started on some homework while waiting, sitting as close to the field on the bleachers as you could.

Truthfully, you didn’t understand much about football, but you cheered when everyone else cheered and booed when everyone else booed. You watched everyone on the team play, mostly watching Tommy since you knew he was going to ask if you had seen him. But you also watched who you presumed was the captain of the team, a pink haired boy you had seen around a few times.

You caught his eye a few times, though it was rather awkward. Neither of you wanted to break, but he would look away first to bring his attention back to the game.

Your school ended up winning, and Tommy found you after, pelting questions at you about his plays and whether you’d seen “how cool and awesome” he was.

“Tommy, come on, we’re gonna go celebrate.”

He turned around, forcing you to turn as well, to face the pink-haired boy from earlier.

His hair was out of the ponytail he had on the field, baby hairs sticking to his forehead from the sweat. You watched him struggle to push a few shorter strands away from his eyes.

“Can Y/N come as well? They’re the reason I was able to play tonight, anyway,” Tommy asked, before realizing you had no idea who this was. “Oh, this is Techno. He’s the captain and my brother. He’s kind of a loser-”

“Aren’t you the one who almost got kicked off the team?” Techno fired back, crossing his arms over his chest. “But, Y/N can come along if they want to.”

Tommy launched himself at Techno, pointing a finger in his face and rattling off curses. It was clear to you that Techno’s hair was clearly getting in the way, sitting at his shoulders until he shrugged it off, blowing strands to the side as he pushed his little brother away.

“Are you two coming or are you gonna slap fight?”

You locked eyes with a boy from your English class, Wilbur you believed his name was. Tommy muttered one last thing at Techno, then ran off to find his friends, leaving you behind. Wilbur ran over to you and Techno, immediately engaging in a conversation about the game.

You stood in between the two of them, hardly a hindrance as they basically talked around you. As much as you wanted to be involved, you had no clue what they were talking about, so you stuck to watching Techno as he spoke, studying his mannerisms.

He kept fiddling with his hair, pushing it behind his ears until it fell around his face again.

“Want my hair tie?”

He looked down at you, staring at the pastel blue band you held up to him, hesitantly taking it from you and tying his hair back.

By the end of the night, you had become pretty close with the team, especially Techno who, for some reason, stuck by your side the whole time.

You continued to tutor Tommy and got pretty close to him as well, eventually seeing him as something of a little brother. You went to all his games but retained zero knowledge about football. He worked on his grades and they steadily improved, though that didn’t stop him from getting on your case about not understanding the “epic highs and lows of high school football”. Despite how he acted sometimes, Tommy was rather clingy, running over to you anytime he’d spot you in the halls.

You got to be pretty good friends with Wilbur as well, becoming a regular visitor at his house. You were the first person he’d share his songs with, and when he’d go out to play in cafes, you were always there.

Though it took you longer, you warmed up to Techno as well. He was harder to approach than the other two, pretty quiet and by himself most of the time. He remembered you from the celebration after Tommy’s first game; the conversation flowed easily and you really liked listening to him talk about the things he enjoyed.

Eventually, you began hanging out more with Techno than his brothers. You were the first person he’d come see after games and it seemed like you always had plans with him. It was clear to everyone that Techno liked you a lot. Wilbur was the first to pick up on it, constantly teasing you both. Tommy caught on as well, though he was less enthusiastic about his older brother stealing you away. So when he finally asked you to be his partner, no one was surprised, except for you.

You had only been dating for a little over a month, and Techno wasn’t the most affectionate boyfriend, but you wouldn’t have wanted anyone else.

Gently blowing on the cut, you placed a band-aid over it and stepped away from Techno, walking over to the trash can. The two of you had to get back before anyone noticed you were gone, the last thing you wanted was to arouse suspicions.

Techno groaned as he stretched out his limbs, his joints cracking as he was finally able to move. You walked over to him again, frowning as you stared at his bruised lip.

“I’m okay, you know,” he whispered, smiling softly at your worry. You shook your head, “And? That doesn’t mean I’m okay with you fighting anyone who says anything to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly, resting your head against his chest to feel his heartbeat. He was always so warm and so comfortable, you could stay in his arms forever.

Techno reached up to redo his ponytail, handing you the band to hold onto while he gathered his hair together. You peered down at it, raising your brows when you realized it was the hair tie you had given him when the two of you first met. It was clearly over used, you wondered why he had kept it for so long.

“Why do you still have this?” you chuckled, giving it back to him, watching as he tied up his hair again.

He shifted awkwardly, once again avoiding eye contact, “Uh- it’s like a reassurance, I guess. Dunno if it actually does anything but I haven’t played a single game without it so…”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek, hiding you face in his chest, “You are so-”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Tommy screech echoed in the small bathroom, startling you and making you bump your head against Techno’s chin. The two of you pulled away quickly, each tending to the sore spot where you clashed. You glared at Tommy, he was standing at the door, absolutely disgusted.

He marched over to you both, grabbing your wrists and muttering something about how gross you two were.

“Techno, you’re such a simp!” Tommy yelled, shaking with laughter before suddenly turning serious. “But you stole Y/N away from me! They’re my friend!” Techno looked over at you in disbelief, then turned back to his little brother with a smirk, “Tommy, I don’t know if you’re aware, Y/N is my partner.”

You laughed, moving closer to Techno to slip your hand into his. Tommy watched the two of you, wrinkling his nose and giving you the cold shoulder, gagging dramatically.

“You guys are,” Tommy began, taking a deep breath before yelling the rest, “FUCKING DISGUSTING!”

Being the wonderful brother he was, Techno opted to ignore Tommy, instead walking off with you. You could help but shift your eyes over to your hair tie, the one he held onto even before the two of you were together. Techno might not be the most upfront, but he showed he cared in the ways that mattered.

You heard Tommy’s shoes squeak against the tiled floors as he ran after you both. You rolled your eyes, yawning and leaning your head on Techno’s shoulder.

“You wouldn’t have met if I wasn’t stupid, you know! You fucking owe me!”

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