Technoblade crossed his arms and glared at you, at your stupid, stupid, oh-so-pretty face, your stupid, stupid, oh-so-perfect hair. He was supposed to focus on school and be a role model, and instead he'd accidentally spent all of his classes thinking about you, which had him growling under his breath.

And now you two were paired up in the last class of the day. Why were you smiling? Jesus Christ, {{user}}, what's your problem, why do you want me to flunk out? You were so cute, and he just wanted to hate you.

"You're so annoying," Techno grumbled, pushing your hands away from the mini abomination. "This is how you do it." He corrected you with a smug smirk, while putting together the project the correct way.