"Wow, you actually showed up to a meeting."

"Wow, you're actually winning a match for once."

Tommy rolled his eyes, and Techno chalked that up as another win for him. Not like it counted much considering it was against Tommy of all people, but it still counted nevertheless.

There was no reason Techno should've come to the clubroom. This would've been a perfect time to go home and take a nap, considering he had no extracurricular or shift at work today. Required attendance apparently hadn't been a thing in the club since Bad became president either. And on top of that, the usual culprits making the most noise somehow all chose today to skip, leaving only...

Oh, great. Bad and Skeppy decided to battle each other. This should be good.

But Techno wasn't here to babysit them. He pulled up a chair between Tommy and Wilbur and settled in to watch the rest of the match. "Wilbur, how're you down a stock against Tommy? If you lose against him, all my respect for you will be gone."

"Sorry, Tommy, you heard him," Wilbur said. With that, he charged a smash attack for a split second, then released, sending Tommy's character flying into the blast zone.

"Why is it always Bully Tommy Day?" Tommy whined. Still, he straightened his back and focused on the game.

A couple minutes later, Wilbur had emerged as the clear victor and exchanged a handshake with Tommy. And now, they were talking criticism like the nerds they were.

"You tend to use the same moves over and over when you're going in," Wilbur said. "Like there, when you just go in on me with the same tilt you've been using all game. That's unbelievably easy to predict."

"Wow, okay. I see how it is."

Wilbur opened his mouth to respond, then shut it upon the screen of the people in front of them. "Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?"

Techno followed his gaze.

"You can't just leave me like that," Skeppy whined, clinging to Bad's arm. "No one else here wants to play with me."

Bad scoffed and tried pulling his arm away, but had little success. "I think you just mean no one else wants to be trolled by you, because that's all you've been doing this whole time. You're a decently popular person, Skeppy. You can find someone else to play with pretty easily."

"I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to play with anyone else, I wanna play with you."

"What do you mean by that?"

Skeppy gave no response, only tilting his head to give him puppy eyes.

A smile cracked at Bad's lips. He looked away. "You're not gonna tug on my heartstrings to get what you want, okay? I'm not having it."

"Pleeease?"

There was a moment of silence before Bad sighed and turned back to the Switch on the table. "Ugh, fine. But no trolling this time, okay?"

Skeppy released his hold on Bad and snickered. "No guarantees."

"Skeppy."

"Fine, fine, no trolling."

The two began another match, unaware of the three silent figures watching.

"That was... quite possibly the most awkward thing I've had to sit through," Wilbur said, finally looking away.

Techno could say the same, but he was more than eager to change the conversation topic. "Surely you've sat through much worse. Remember last year in history when you and Schlatt tried to give a presentation on—"

"Shut up, shut up, you promised not to bring that up!"

Tommy's eyes glittered, and he leaned in. "Oh, do tell more, please."

"You be quiet!"

Techno only smiled and opened his mouth to speak.

*

"Bad's eyes are green," Skeppy told Techno while they walked in the halls after that club meeting.

Tommy had been picked up by his parents right after Techno had finished telling the story. Wilbur, like a true friend, mocked Techno for only having one other friend in the clubroom at the time and decided to make that zero by leaving for his shift at work. Even Bad had stayed behind with Callahan for... paperwork? Networking with other clubs? Talking strategy for world domination? Techno had no idea what officer duties entailed.

And all of them left him to deal with this uncomfortable situation. Thanks, everyone.

"Like, really green," Skeppy continued. "Super green."

Well, what was a socially awkward person to say to that?

"They sure are, man," Techno said.

They left it at that.

*

"Did you hear?" Finn said, "Apparently Zelk tried pulling a prank on Bad, but Skeppy kept messing it up."

"If this is an attempt to distract me with conversation, it's not gonna work."

Finn muttered a curse when Techno knocked his character offstage and slammed his controller down upon realizing he had no stocks left against Techno's two. That was the end of the match and probably Finn's willingness to play against him. "Okay, can you blame me? You're too good at this stupid game." He sighed and flopped back into his chair. "Not joking about the Zelk thing, though. Skeppy completely screwed with that."

Techno shrugged. "That's not really a surprise. He's chaotic as hell."

"No, I mean, Zelk already had everything set up and just needed to talk to Bad to get it to work. He even told Skeppy about it ahead of time, but apparently Skeppy just forgot about all that and kept talking to Bad like an idiot. And you know Bad, he's not gonna say no if someone wants to keep talking to him."

Huh.

Now that changed things.

Contrary to popular belief and Skeppy's own actions, Skeppy wasn't stupid. Sure, he wasn't top-of-the-class level smart, but he didn't need to be when he could already read people like a book. If Techno tried to think of playing a prank on him, he would probably catch on almost immediately and weasel his plan out of him in under an hour. That deserved a fair amount of respect from him.

There was no way Skeppy wasn't intentionally being a little shit. He had a good track record when it came to remembering pranks.

But it was weird. If it were anyone else, Skeppy would've been onboard without a second thought. Techno had personally watched him and A6d gang up on a couple of their other friends, as well as him asking Dream to help him set up a couple of pranks last year. There was that one prank war Skeppy had teamed up with Zelk for not too long ago.

So why now? Bad was Skeppy's favorite victim, after all. Surely he wouldn't mind sharing some of the glory that—

Ah.

He didn't want to share. What a child.

Oh, well. It's not like he and Techno were the type of friends to talk about their feelings or whatever, much less through Finn while they were sitting in their English class.

"Are you gonna play again or not?" Techno asked.

Finn sighed and picked up his controller. "Yeah, sure."

*

"That's the third muffin you've brought into class this week," Techno said.

Skeppy only shrugged and tossed his backpack on the floor before sitting in his seat. "Not my fault. Bad keeps accidentally making extra and giving them to me during lunch."

Techno frowned. "I thought you sat with Spifey and A6d."

"I do."

"Then who does Bad sit with?"

"Dream, George, and Sapnap, mostly."

"Then... why didn't he just give one of them the muffin?"

Skeppy opened his mouth to answer, then closed it, furrowing his eyebrows. Techno could practically see the numbers and formulas flying around his head as he thought.

Skeppy thinking. What a momentous occasion.

*

Outside the Munchy Club, Techno knew exactly what his reputation was: the smart, quiet kid who seemed just a bit arrogant. People left him alone, and he left them alone. It was a mutual agreement between him and his classmates that was signed on day one of them stepping into the same room together.

Which was probably why he had no clue what to do when Dream cornered him in the cafeteria asking if he could answer a question.

"Hey," Dream said, acting as if they had had a full-length conversation before and Techno wasn't an awkward nerd outside of gaming. "You mind answering a question for me?"

"Uh, no?"

"Do you think Skeppy and Bad like each other?"

Well, that wasn't what he expected to hear.

Techno shrugged. "I don't know, Skeppy and I don't really talk about that sort of thing." He paused. "Wait, this isn't your lunch period. What're you doing here?"

"Skipping class, don't worry about it. Is that a yes or no?"

"... No?"

"Alright, thanks." Dream glanced down to something on his phone. "I'm making a poll with George to prove a point to... someone. Three people on the yes side, you on the no. Do you want final results when we get it in?"

Eh, what did he have to lose?

Techno shrugged and nodded.

"Okay, I'll text you later tonight. See you." With that, Dream weaved into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

Huh. That wasn't the direction he thought his day was headed.

"Techno, what're you doing just standing there like an idiot?"

Ah, that was more familiar.

Techno began walking, knowing the speaker was right at his feet. "Hey, Tommy. Today's been a weird day."

"Weird? How?" Tommy asked, setting his lunchtray on the table. He plopped down on a seat, then scrunched his nose upon seeing Wilbur against him. "Ugh, it's you."

"Ugh, it's me," Wilbur laughed. "What's up, you two?"

Techno cleared his throat and deepened his voice to seem as ominous as possible. "Gentlemen. I need to ask you both a question."

Tommy and Wilbur, used to his bullshit, looked at him with neutral expressions.

"Do you think Bad and Skeppy like each other?"

Tommy gasped, and his face paled. Techno had never seen him more mortified. "Wait, they aren't dating?"

Wilbur burst out laughing first, then Techno following with snickers that bubbled into full-blown laughter.

"No, you don't understand," Tommy said, "I've said so many jokes to Bad about him and Skeppy dating. Right to his face! Oh my god, what've I done?"

"Tommy, no!" Wilbur managed to say through his fit of laughter.

"You thought so, too, right? Please tell me I'm not the only one."

"Probably not the only one, but I don't see how you can jump to that conclusion so surely."

"It's reasonable! We literally watched Skeppy call him cute and he just didn't care! That has to mean it's a normal interaction between them." Tommy's mouth moved to form more words, but nothing came out. He turned to Techno. "Come on, Techno, back me up here. You're the one who asked."

Techno shrugged and struggled to bite back a grin. "It was Dream who asked me, actually. I just wanted to see where the general consensus was at."

Because really, was there any true, concrete evidence Bad and Skeppy liked each other romantically? Sure, it wasn't impossible, but it wasn't as obvious as Tommy was implying. Techno didn't know Bad well enough to extrapolate any information about him, and Skeppy had always said questionable things to his friends (including that solid month a couple years ago he started calling Finn "babe" often enough for Finn to start responding to that name. They don't talk about that).

But thinking back on it (as Tommy and Wilbur entered another scuffle and both threatened to call Phil on the other), Skeppy may have personally told Techno and his other friends some weird things, but he couldn't ever recall Skeppy commenting on someone's eye color of all things. And after the conversation he went quiet...

No. he was overthinking it.

"Phil!" Wilbur and Tommy cheered.

Techno turned, only to see they had indeed ended up video-calling Phil and Phil had somehow been awake. He moved so his head poked into frame and waved, hiding his smile behind Tommy's head.

The subject was left forgotten, and they moved onto another.

*

"Hey, Techno, Wilbur," Bad called in the hallway. "Can I ask you two a really weird question?"

It was six-thirty in the morning. Might as well.

The two shrugged.

"Dream... Dream didn't ask you to answer some poll about me and Skeppy, did he? Or George? One of the two."

Oh, shit.

Was Bad the person Dream wanted to prove a point to...? Did Dream seriously make a poll about this solely to show to Bad?

Wow. Dream had guts, he would give that to him.

Techno glanced back at Wilbur, only to see him barely suppressing a smirk. So he remembered, too.

"No, he hasn't," Wilbur answered.

"Me neither," Techno said.

"Oh, okay. Thank you!" With that, Bad turned away and walked down the hall, disappearing into the mass of students.

Techno waited until he was completely certain Bad wouldn't hear him before bursting out into laughter, Wilbur's laughter blending in with his own.

"Did that just happen?" Wilbur said through his laughter.

"I think it did" was Techno's answer before they burst into another round of laughter.

*

Murder is cringe, Techno, Techno thought to himself as he and Skeppy watched the liquid inside the titration set-up turn bright purple for the third time. All types of murder, even justified, are cringe.

"Oh my god, how is this supposed to be pink?" Skeppy groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. "Dude, today's a Munchy meeting. Bad's gonna kill me if I don't get there in the next couple minutes."

"Bad's gonna kill you? I'm gonna kill you with this flask if you keep messing up the titration—"

"Hey, it's not all my fault! You could've leaned over and stopped it from titrating at any time."

"I didn't think you were stupid enough to forget about the literal spinning rock in the flask."

"Yeah, your fault."

Techno sighed. "Okay, I'm just gonna make a deal with you. How about you do the titration and I answer the analysis questions? That way, we don't have to talk to each other."

"Deal."

Techno hadn't expected Skeppy to agree so easily, but he wasn't about to complain about that, especially now that the lab equipment was starting to chafe against his skin. He snapped his gloves off and tossed them in a nearby trash can. Next off were the giant lab goggles around his head. He set them on the table, rubbing where they left red marks on his skin. Ugh. Taking off the apron would be too much effort, so he sat down and started writing on the shared worksheet (and put his name first before Skeppy's while he was at it. Take that, nerd).

The two worked quietly, Skeppy cleaning up the failure their last experiment was and Techno forgetting what molarity was for a solid five seconds. The air conditioner whirred in the background. The room could never be truly silent.

But... those footsteps were odd.

"Hey," Techno said, looking up from his worksheet. "You hear that?"

Skeppy shrugged. "Teacher probably needed something. Have you seen the things people in Science Olympiad come up with?"

"No, those footsteps sound angry."

"How do footsteps sound angry?"

"Skeppy!" came a familiar voice from the hall.

"Oh, that's how," was the only sentence Skeppy could say before Bad burst into the room, panting and glaring. "What's up?"

"You!" Bad called, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You promised me you would help me run drills with the club today. And now you're in Science Olympiad's clubroom? You never even told me you were in this club!"

Skeppy and Techno exchanged a glance, both visibly confused.

This was not Science Olympiad's clubroom. That was down in the mechanics lab, where students would have more access to tools and resources. Their teacher was a sponsor for the club, but nowhere did it say that specific club was here, nor were there any other students around to suggest there was any sort of club event taking place at all. What was Bad thinking, if at all?

Skeppy was the first to turn back to Bad. "Bad, this isn't the Science Olympiad clubroom. Techno and I just missed a lab."

Bad blinked, his disposition considerably less angry. How had he calmed down so quickly? "Wait, you did? How? I'm pretty sure you were at school every day."

Skeppy laughed nervously and kicked Techno's shin underneath the table, careful not to show movement from the waist-up. Techno kicked him back.

Of course Skeppy had chosen the one day Techno was sick to skip class. Of course. Even after Techno had been kind enough to shoot him a text telling him he'd be out.

Murder is cringe. Techno put a bit more emphasis on that reminder.

"Don't worry about it" was apparently the best Skeppy could come up with before he hastily changed the subject. "Anyway, I didn't mean to miss the meeting. We just needed to do something for school and we're kind of struggling."

"Shouldn't your teacher be here to help you?"

"Yeah, but she's at the Science Olympiad meeting."

"She just left you here? By yourselves?"

Skeppy sighed. "Apparently Techno's a—" he lifted two fingers in the air to form air quotes—"'good, trustworthy student.'"

"You say that like I'm not," Techno mused, his lips quirked up into a smile.

"You literally burnt an entire bag of chips for our thermodynamics unit. We were supposed to use one. And she still somehow likes you."

"Dude, those carbs got destroyed."

Skeppy shook his head. "If you'll ignore the idiot over there—"

"Which is you, by the way."

"—we need to do a titration lab, but we're both really, really bad at it."

Bad furrowed his eyebrows. "Skeppy, titration isn't that hard. You just need to pay attention to it."

Ah. What a thing to say to two people who couldn't pay attention to one thing for more than two seconds.

"Do you need help?" Bad asked.

Skeppy's eyes glazed over as he stared at the set of glassware on the table. "... Yeah, probably."

And thus began the most aggressively awkward third-wheeling Techno had ever done in his life, wherein Techno sat aside while Skeppy teased Bad for putting on lab equipment. Though to be fair, Bad did look like as much of a nerd as Techno did sitting in the corner doing math problems wearing a crappy plastic apron.

"Oh my god, the goggles are too big on you," Skeppy said through his laughter as Bad fumbled with his goggles. "That's actually too cute. Here, let me fix it."

And another comment about Bad being cute was once again ignored as if that was a normal interaction between the two.

God, he needed to focus on math. Math! Molarity! Formulas!

Doing basic conversion algebra was horribly dull compared to Bad and Skeppy's interactions. Dream and Tommy would pay dearly for bringing them to his attention.

Bad had muttered a thank you somewhere between the time it took for Techno to find the molar mass on the periodic table and for him to convert that number into moles. Once he tied the ropes of the apron behind his back, the true agony began.

This was probably the longest the two had gone without their conversation devolving into some sort of argument. Their voices were soft, gentle, caring. Techno could gather that much even as he intently stared at the worksheet in front of him.

"And... now!" Bad said. "Stop it now, Skeppy!"

There was a click of a button, then cheers from both of them.

"Oh my god, that took forever," Skeppy said, the smile visible in his voice.

Techno finally ripped his stare away from the worksheet and to the sight next to him.

The atmosphere protecting them from the outside world was impenetrable. Adoring smiles—one proud and the other relieved—graced their lips. They stood still, as if any movement would break the magic surrounding them, and they only saw each other.

That look in their eyes—that soft, vulnerable look they trusted only each other with—Techno recognized that. He had seen it when Wilbur saw Nihachu walking by in the halls or when Phil talked about his girlfriend, who he insisted would become his wife someday.

That was love. True, unfiltered love.

"You did it," Bad said quietly.

Skeppy's voice was almost a whisper, and his smile only grew warmer. "Yeah. I did."

The titrated solution glistened a glowing pink.

*

Apparently Techno had been late to the party.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the entire Munchy Club's in on it," Hanna said, twirling a strand of hair around her pencil absentmindedly. She wrinkled her nose when a stray eraser bit got caught in her hair and brushed it out. "I thought you were smart, Techno."

"I am, I'm just emotionally stunted," Techno said. "You forget that a lot."

Hanna laughed, then ducked away when the teacher glanced over at them. "Why do you always say these things when we're supposed to be working?"

"Get destroyed, Hanna."

*

Okay. Everyone was definitely in on this.

Skeppy's shout, even with half the club talking, somehow managed to beat out all of the other voices by force. "Listen up, idiots! Sign up for the tournament or die tomorrow."

"I thought Dream was supposed to run the club when Bad wasn't here," Zelk said. "Besides, Callahan's here, too. Hasn't he been officer longer than you?"

All eyes turned to Callahan, who only shrugged. They turned back to Skeppy.

"I mean, Bad just told me to take over for him today in the officer group chat," Skeppy said.

A6d scoffed. "Since when have you ever taken something like this seriously?"

"I'd appreciate if you'd stop calling me out anytime soon."

"No, he's right," Mega said. "Are you simping?"

Any useful discussion came to a halt, and Skeppy slammed the slideshow remote controller on the table. He pointed and glared at Mega. "That's the first time you've spoken in four months, and that's what you say? You're so stupid, I hate you."

Laughter bubbled throughout the room, including from Techno but only a smug smile from Mega.

"Oh, and now you're not talking. Congrats, you just used up your quota for the rest of the semester. Are you happy with yourself now? All of you, just fill out the—Put that simp sign down, Tapl! We made that as a joke!"

Techno snapped his head in the direction Skeppy had been looking, only to see Tapl holding up a hastily-written "SIMP!" in black marker on a sheet of notebook paper.

"Ugh, I hate you all," Skeppy said. He flipped over to the next slide, which had a QR code displayed. "Just fill out the stupid survey."

Techno unlocked his phone and pointed the camera up at the QR code.

Everyone really was in on this.

*

"Attention, everyone," Bad shouted over the crowd of people speaking. "Can I have your attention for a moment?"

Despite how chaotic the Munchy Club was when everyone was actually in attendance, the noise level in the room slowly dwindled to silence. Everyone had paused their games and turned to face the front of the room, where Bad sat on the table with... Skeppy sleeping on his shoulder.

Judging by the looks on other people's faces, Techno wasn't the only one absolutely not surprised by this development.

Bad had his arm slung over Skeppy's shoulders, but nothing on his expression suggested this was outside the norm. "Can we please keep our voices to a whisper for the rest of the meeting? Skeppy didn't get much sleep last night, so I just want to make sure he catches up on a little bit of it right now."

Oh. This little shit, pretending like it wasn't his own fault.

Had Bad not seen Skeppy's Snapchat story documenting his spiral down the Minecraft speedrun rabbit hole? Did he not see Dream's counter-posting jokingly mocking him? Techno, after much prodding, would admit he loved his friends, but he certainly didn't love the stupid shit they did.

Well, sometimes. Other times, they were hilarious.

"Bad, you literally screamed right next to him and he didn't move," Dream said. "I think it'll be okay if we talk a little bit."

"I just want to be sure."

"Just sounds like you're simping for him, to be honest," added Sapnap with a shrug.

"I am."

The room burst into a mix of cackles and hysterical laughter. Techno liked to think he was more on the snide snickering side of the spectrum.

Bad frowned at that. "What? What's wrong with simping for Skeppy?"

"Bad, I don't think you know what that word means," Dream said in between his cackles.

"I know exactly what it means."

"No, the connotation it carries—"

"Simp!" Techno shouted, cupping his hands into a shitty megaphone and fighting back laughter. God, watching such oblivious people was ridiculous. And Bad was supposed to be older than him? "Skeppy simp!"

Bad's face heated up, and he glared. "I'm not—I mean, I guess I am, but you don't have to make fun of me for it!"

"Hm?" Skeppy mumbled, his eyes slowly fluttering open. "Bad?"

All noise and movement in the clubroom stopped.

Bad turned his head to gaze at Skeppy with the most adoring eyes, and his voice fell to a soft whisper. "Go back to sleep, Skeppy."

"But—"

"Hush. Go sleep. I'll look over you."

"Promise?"

"Always."

Skeppy mumbled something else under his breath, wrapping his arms around Bad's waist and snuggling closer. His breathing evened out almost immediately.

Skeppy had always been the physically affectionate type with his friends, as far as Techno knew. Judging by how red Bad's face was, Bad wasn't.

Oh, well. Time to start the simp train again.

"Simp!" Techno called, and the rest of the club followed.

*

"Hey," Techno called out. "Can I ask you to do something?"

There was only him and Bad left in the clubroom, Techno about to walk out and Bad typing something into a spreadsheet. Everyone else had left a few minutes ago, and Techno took that time to properly gather what he wanted to say.

And calm himself down. Speaking to an acquaintance alone was probably high up on the list of stuff he hated doing.

Bad looked up and offered him an expectant smile. "What can I help you with?"

It wasn't hard to tell what Skeppy saw in him. Even though he and Bad had never spoken for more than two minutes, he still regarded Techno like he would a close friend. He was kind, forgiving, warm, someone who would never intentionally cause harm to someone else. Out of all the people in the club, he had the biggest heart of them all. It was easy to guess why Skeppy gravitated so much towards him.

But still...

Techno had been carrying Skeppy in their classes for years. Long and painful years, but years nonetheless. Even if he was closer to other people than he was to Skeppy, Skeppy was still like his little brother.

"Don't hurt Skeppy," Techno said quietly. "He's been through a lot."

Confusion flashed across Bad's face, then understanding. "I won't," he answered. "I'll be sure of it."

The resolution and absoluteness of his voice. Techno believed him, and that's all he needed.

With that, Techno said his goodbyes and left the room.

*

"I can't say I'm surprised at this turn of events," Wilbur said as soon as the screen displayed partnerships for the next tournament.

Techno smiled upon seeing his name next to Wilbur's, then underneath them, Bad paired with Skeppy. His gaze moved to Bad marveling at how they were paired together again and Skeppy pretending he wanted another partner, acting as if he hadn't complained the entire class period yesterday about maybe not being paired with him again. "Yeah. I don't think anyone was."

*

The scoring of the final tournament of the year wasn't supposed to come up so quickly. Time wasn't real.

The Munchy Club members waited, staring at the scoreboard projected in front of a giant room full of people. Techno sat between Wilbur and Tommy, all three sharing a bag of chips while Tommy rambled about his last match against Dream and Sapnap (who sat a little ways behind them with George). Ahead of them, Bad and Skeppy sat together.

"I saw Phil though!" Tommy said. "He was one of the college volunteers looking over the match."

"He saw you get wrecked?" Wilbur snickered.

"No, I wrecked them. For, like, only the first stock, but that's besides the point."

Techno opened his mouth to respond, but the scoreboard lit up before he could.

Everyone fell silent. Eyes scoured the scoreboard, Techno looking for three names in particular

"Heyyy, fourth place!" Wilbur cheered, a wide grin on his face. He held his hand up for a high-five.

Techno took it and smiled. "Fourth place isn't bad. First place next year, Wilbur?"

"Absolutely."

"Twelfth place? That's poggers!" Tommy shot up out of his chair with newfound energy. "Hold on, I gotta find Deo. Hey, Deo!" With that, he weaved into the crowd in search for his teammate.

Actually... who did win? Techno had been so focused on finding his, Wilbur's, and Tommy's rank he almost forgot to check.

Techno looked back up at the scoreboard.

Bad and Skeppy.

"Yes!" Bad shouted, nearby people wincing at the sheer volume of his voice. "I love you, Skeppy, we won! We won! Two times second place, and a victory! Oh my gosh, Skeppy!" He turned and grabbed Skeppy by the shoulders.

Skeppy stood frozen, in awe. He stared at Bad as he continued rambling about their victory.

"Skeppy! I'm so happy, I could kiss you right now. Oh my gosh, I can't—"

Skeppy's hand shot out, cupped Bad's cheek, and pulled him into a kiss.

Aaaand now they were making in front of hundreds of people. Gross.

Techno turned away, but a smile snuck its way onto his lips.

Fucking finally.

*

Skeppy trying too hard to walk into class casually and unassumingly the next day as if he wasn't just holding hands with Bad was probably one of the funniest things Techno's seen in a while.

"So," Techno said, eyeing how red Skeppy's cheeks were and how his lips twitched from him trying to bite back a smile, "you happy?"

Then Skeppy allowed the happiest, most adoring grin to dance on his lips. He looked down at his hand with hearts in his eyes. "Yeah, I am."

The happiest. His friend was so happy.

Techno turned away to hide his own smile. "Good."