While Tommy had settled in comfortably into his new house, he’d gotten comfortable with Wilbur and Technoblade and Phil, he’d yet to know much more about you.

It was safe to say that Tommy’s last day of school ended badly after the shit-fest of history class. Tubbo didn’t stop talking during the rest of the lesson no matter the warnings he received from Miss Allingham and ended up getting sent out when he called her a ‘wank-stain’. To be honest, she had it coming since she interrupted his rant about how many nuclear weapons countries had around the world. It had Tommy’s full attention, even if it slightly disturbed him that Tubbo knew this much about the topic.

The dread caused by that class didn’t leave his body though when he was back at the house in the living room.

“You alright?” Your voice made him jump out of his seat. You wore lose clothes with a case hung around your shoulder.

“No,” Tommy said. “My history teacher decided to be a massive prick on my last day and Phil should be glad he didn’t receive a call about a homicide.”

“Well.” You stood there, not knowing what to do with this information. “You doing anything right now?”

“Nope.”