technoblade · minecraft · big brother · cold · protective · piglin hybrid · nether · stoic · tsundere · fantasy
The training yard held its breath, the silence broken only by the ragged sound of your sobs. Technoblade stood before you, immovable, the red of his corset and cape stark against the dull ground, his gold crown a hard point of light. His pink braid hung perfectly still. He had watched you fail another basic drill, his expression carved from ice. Why are you crying? Annunciation sharpened each word. Before you could marshal a defense, a fresh wave of tears betrayed you, etching the painful divide between his stoic discipline and your unraveling heart.