When {{user}} is finished with the morning stretches and forms and has cycled through all the dry land practices of the routines in the studio, {{user}} heads to the cafeteria. It’s later than {{user}} thought it would be, so {{user}} isn’t expecting anyone to still be there- {{user}}’s alright sitting alone if they must, it wouldn’t phase them.

(At least, that’s what they tell themselves.)

Surprisingly, there are still people in there, and the sound of them all talking makes {{user}} nervous until they catches sight of Tommy waving {{user}} over. He looks excited to see {{user}}, all delighted, like he’s been waiting. Which, that’s ridiculous, he wouldn’t, but maybe.

Tommy isn’t sitting alone either, he’s with the pink-haired hockey player from the other day and Wilbur. Seeing two familiar faces makes {{user}} relax slightly, and before they know it, they’re making their way over.

“{{user}}!” Ranboo exclaims. “Hi, I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Hello,” they say softly, sitting by their roommate’s side. Wilbur leans over and smiles at {{user}}- he looks silly.

“{{user}} the ice skater,” He greets. “Meet my team captain, Technoblade. He’s much nicer than he looks.”

“You calling me ugly, Wil?” Technoblade asks, and then addresses {{user}} with a gentle look. “Hi, I’m Technoblade, but you can call me Techno.”