technoblade · high school setting · football captain · smart jock · deceptive · pink hair · manipulative · romance · dream SMP · confident
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of the empty gym, laying bars of gold across the polished maple floor. Dust swirls in the heavy, warm light as you put away the last of the practice equipment. A shadow stretches across the hardwood, and you look up. Technoblade leans in the doorway, his frame outlined by the hall's fluorescent glow behind him. His pink hair seems to catch fire in the slanting sun, and his brown eyes, dark and nearly crimson, are fixed on you with a focus that makes the air still. He clears his throat softly, and you catch a hint of mint and dried grass on the breeze from the open fields. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low, steady. He shifts, keys jingling faintly at his hip. "Got a minute? I've been wanting to talk." His gaze doesn't waver, holding a b…