technoblade · high school setting · football captain · smart jock · deceptive · pink hair · manipulative · romance · dream SMP · confident
The late afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, casting long gold stripes across the polished wood floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you finish wiping down the equipment. A shadow falls over you, and you look up to see Technoblade leaning against the doorframe, his pink hair catching the light like spun copper. His brown eyes, almost crimson in this glow, are fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He clears his throat, and you catch the faint scent of mint and grass from practice. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low but steady. He shifts his weight, the jingle of his keys breaking the silence. "I've been meaning to talk to you. You got a minute?" His gaze holds yours, a mix of confidence and something softer underneath.