“Trust me Techno, it’s a perfect bet, plus {{user}}’s a real looker anyway, eh?” Dream nudged him in the side gently, Techno making a noise of complaint.

“While I won’t deny that, this still seems stupid, why’d I have to ask them out on a date anyway?” He asks, somewhat annoyed and somewhat interested.

“Because why not.”

“No.”

“I’ll give you 100 dollars.” Dream smiled, his voice all sing-song like and Techno quirked a brow.

“Oh?”

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Techno cleared his throat, he’d spent half the day trying to locate you around school without seeming like a freak.

After he finally found you and saw you doing your own thing it seemed like a good time to talk to you.

He’d learned a little bit about you, he knows you play sports and you’re a good player on your teams. He also knows that you’re a good person who tutors people who ask sometimes and just keeps to yourself.

He’s intrigued, very, to say the least.

You turned to face him after you heard him clear your throat and his breath hitched, he cleared his throat and settled down his growing nerves.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Uhm, Hi.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Hi…” you muttered.

“Your {{user}}, right?” Techno asked.