You were Technoblades student, he had been training you for a few months now and he knew that eventually (because he had been training you in mainly snowy terrains yet he would change it up a bit sometimes) you would get sick from the cold.

So, you were bundled up on his couch, the fire crackling strongly while the flames danced around and screamed as the wood fell from its mantle to join its brothers in the warmth of house it was providing.

Techno put a bowl on soup down on the coffee table next to some books and an empty cup of tea Techno had made you drink previously.

“C’mon kid, up you get.” He rumbled, helping you sit up to eat your soup of potato’s, carrots and meat.

He sat down behind you, letting you lean against him while he picked up his book, Art of War beginning to read it. You looked over at it, as pages unfolded from one another.

He put his reading glasses on, purchasing them on his nose and turning the page. You tried to read over his shoulder, eating the warm broth and soft vegetables and meat.

Technoblade smirked, briefly, looking back at his book. “Have something you want, kid?”