No song inspiration for this one, just wanted some techbur fluff cuz why not

!!! NOT USING THE FAMILY AU IN THIS ONE !!!

Wilbur sat beside the new kid in class, stealing quick glances at him.

Shoulder length pink hair draped over one side of their head, a small braid winding itself behind his ear, which had a miniature sword hanging from it.

The bell rang, just in time for the pinkette to not notice the brunet staring.

Wilbur watched the boy look left and right before leaving the classroom, navigating his way through the high school. Wil actually thought the new kid was a girl at first, until he heard him speak; a voice deep and rich, sometimes cracking and going higher.

"Wilbur!" Tommy pushed through the crowd, locking arms with the taller, dragging him towards the cafeteria. At first, it was an endearing act, having the freshman follow Wilbur everywhere he went, until he realized how annoying the boy was.

Sighing, Wilbur cast one last glance in the pink haired boy's direction, before following Tommy.

~ • ~

His name was Dave.

Most students called him Techno, though.

It had a more menacing ring to it. Wil liked it.

It caught on once Dream dueled him in a video game, when they had time during computer block. And Dream, well-known, competitive, top-of-the-class smart, and oh-so hot, was knocked off his high horse.

And since Wil talked to Dream a lot, he got to get to know Techno.

~ • ~

"Ooh~! So you do like someone!"

"I'm not telling you who."

"Whyyyy."

"Because you'll make fun of me, 'cause no one is perfect," Techno grumbled, a light dusting of red on his cheeks. A book tumbled out of his locker, Wilbur catching it before it hit the ground.

"I won't, I won't!"

"You have such high standards, though."

"So?"

"If you can find someone absolutely perfect, who can keep up with a conversation, doesn't need a therapist, actually looks good, romantic and isn't a complete sex addict, then, then, I'll tell you." From Techno's perspective, it was impossible. Well... not exactly, but still. Wil would never find out.

Wilbur looked around, then back at the pinkette, smirking. "What about me?" he said, leaning against the locker, and towering over Techno.

"No."

"Oh, c'mon, I'm good-looking, loyal; I haven't dumped you yet, I'm totally romantic, like, I can sing!" He was trying too hard to have something that wasn't his. Techno already liked someone. "Plus, I'm not completely crazy."

"Wilbur, you blew up the chem lab last week."

"Not denying that I'm not hot."

"Not agreeing either." Techno reached up, pulling down on the beanie atop Wil's head.

"Oh, c'monnn, would you really say no to this?" He struck up a pose, getting a giggle from the shorter.

The bell rang, and Wilbur watched as Techno snuck through the crowd to the nine hundred wing.

~ • ~

"You're an absolute simp," Tommy said, poking Wil's side.

"How about you go bother that green motherfucker instead, Tommy."

Oh, how Wil felt bad for Dream.

On his tippy-toes, Wil could see Techno walk through the front doors, making his way to the locker.

The locker where Wilbur stood, with a small bouquet of flowers in hand. Techno stopped, stared at the brunette and sighed. "What now?"

"What? I'm just being my normal, attractive, romantic self!" Techno blushed, grabbing his books, only to have the shoved back into the locker and have a bunch of indigos tucked behind his ear.

"Now you look even more attractive," Wil said flirtatiously.

"Why are you so hung up on the fact that I think no one is perfect?!"

"I'm hung up on the fact that you won't admit that I'd be the best boyfriend. So how about this?" Wil interlocked their hands, and tugged Techno out the school and to the park.

The thirty minutes wasted by walking to a park were definitely not making Techno like Wil's proof of being a good date.
Until he saw a blanket on the ground and basket full of food.

"Did you actually plan this out?!"

"Yep!" A smug grin taunted Techno, yet he just couldn't deny that this was kinda perfect. "And don't you dare say a thing about missing school."

"I wasn't going to."

Wil sat down on the blanket, pulling Techno to sit beside him. Almost on his lap. There was an assortment of snacks; sandwiches, hot chocolate and marshmallows and fruit.

Why's he trying to prove himself so much? Techno was confused, confused at why someone would do so much for someone like him, let alone, a joke.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah... You're crazy, Wil."

"So... Am I perfect?" he asked shyly.

"No."

Wil sighed, turning to face the pinkette, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, and rearranging the flower.

Quickly, before he could talk himself out of it, Wil pressed his lips against Techno's, hands cupping his cheeks. Despite the shared warmth, Wil felt Techno shiver.

He pulled away, looking at Techno's shocked expression.

"Was that perfect?"

The shorter nodded meekly, hiding their face.

"Are you at least gonna tell me who you like?" Please say me, please say it's me, please, please-

Chapped lips were pressed against his again, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
"Tell me when the next date is."

847 words of pure fluff, and minor angst if you squint :]