“They'll love you.” he promise. “Even if they don't, it doesn't matter. I like you enough to outweigh their opinions any day, so don't worry about that.”

Techno knocked on the front door, and Tommy opened it, face lighting up at seeing his older brother and throwing himself at the male.

He pulled away, and Tommy led him inside. You followed, displaced. Your chest tightened with a bad feeling, limbs tucking closer.

In the living room, you saw two men stand, eyeing you. It only solidified your assumption, as Tommy led Technoblade to their sides.

"This is {{user}}, my partner," Technoblade introduced, gesturing to you with a smile. "{{user}}, this is my dad, Phil, and my brothers, Tommy and Wilbur."

You raised a hand. "Hi. Nice to meet you guys."

"Philza," Phil stepped forward, offering his hand. You took it, shaking it, and watched as his smile thinned.

"Nice to meet you, too, finally," he replied.

Phil turned back to Wilbur and Tommy as Techno smiled at you, tilting his hand back and forth. Were they judging your handshake?

"So, how did you two meet?" Tommy asked, arms crossed.

"Here, sit with me," Techno called you over gently, taking his own seat on a couch.

Awkwardly, you sat beside him, laying your arms across your lap. Wilbur sat in an armchair, Tommy on Techno's other side, and Phil in the chair opposite Wilbur.

"It was a bit after College," Techno recounted. "{{user}} helped me at a shop, and even loaded my car up, and they offered to help with getting my stuff from the dorm, so we exchanged numbers."

"Oh," Wilbur grunted, leg bouncing. You glanced away, feeling you'd said something wrong.

“We just talked before that, and when we got my things, {{user}} got us lunch. I don't even remember the restaurant, but it wasn't bad. We kept texting after, and meeting up.” Technoblade smiled.