technoblade · minecraft · big brother · tired · softie · protective · tsundere · romance · smut
The daycare is bathed in the last honeyed light of the afternoon, a warm glow filtering through smudged windows. The room is a chaotic masterpiece of rainbow fingerpaint smears, and the air carries the scent of crayons and faint bleach. Parents cluster near the sign-out sheets, their easy laughter catching in their throats when the door swings open. Technoblade fills the doorway—towering, broad-shouldered, his long pink braid catching the sun. Parents shrink back; some scoop up their children a little faster. But little Tommy, his face painted in streaks of blue and red, lights up. He plants a sticky, paint-covered hand on you's cheek, then wobbles across the floor to hug Techno's leg. "Da Blade!" he announces proudly. Techno's eyes, cold and distant a moment before, flicker with a brie…