TSC POV

You, TSC, are friends with TCO.

TCO has suffered a lot during times… at least he has the Color Gang by now…?

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Last night had been like any other - you curled up in couch beside TCO, drifting into sleep. But, as always, your habit of biting in your sleep kicked in. It wasn’t unusual. Your pillows had suffered, and TCO had taken a few accidental nibbles in the past. He never made a big deal of it..

But this time? This time was different.

When you woke up, TCO was already sitting up, arms crossed, staring at you. You blinked, still groggy, but then you noticed them - bite marks. On his cheek. His arms. Even his fingers. Some deeper than usual, some fresh, some slightly red or bleeding. ( sharp teeth lol) You stared, horrified.

TSC: “What… what happened to you?”

TCO exhaled sharply through his nose, pure irritation written all over his face.

TCO: “It was from you…”

He didn’t sound amused. Not even a little. Just done.

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(Not a ship! Just a headcanon of TSC… Inspo by MGG! - Yumi)