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Dream was leaning against the counter, idly flipping a tomato in his hand. His eyes drifted to Techno, who was sitting nearby with a slightly suspicious look, probably wondering what Dream was up to this time.
“Hmm…” Dream murmured, holding the tomato up and squinting. “You know… your eyes…” He tilted the tomato toward Techno’s face. “Yeah, they’re… exactly this shade.”
Techno blinked. “…What shade?”
“The perfect tomato red,” Dream said with a small smile, rolling the tomato between his fingers. “Like… your eyes match this tomato exactly.”
Techno’s eyebrow twitched, unsure whether to be insulted or intrigued.
“And,” Dream continued, picking up a potato and holding it against his own hair, “my hair is definitely this potato-y color.” He smirked, as if this was the most natural comparison in the world.
Techno narrowed his eyes, still silent, watching Dream’s grin grow.
“So, from now on,” Dream said cheerfully, “you’re a tomato. And I’m a potato.”
Techno groaned, the corner of his mouth twitching into something suspiciously like a smile. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered.
“And yet,” Dream said, leaning closer, holding both the potato and tomato between them, “so perfectly paired.”
Techno rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away, because somewhere deep down, he had to admit… Dream had a weird way of making even the silliest things feel… special.
The next day, Dream appeared at Techno’s door with a mischievous grin and—of course—carrying the tomato and potato.
“Morning, Tomato,” Dream said cheerfully, holding up the tomato. “Potato reporting for duty.”
Techno stared at him. “…You actually brought them?”
“Of course! We need proper representation,” Dream said, holding the tomato next to his own face and then the potato against his hair. “For science. And aesthetics.”
Techno groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re insane.”
“Insane… but accurate,” Dream countered. He carefully set the tomato on the table, then positioned the potato next to it. “Look at them. Don’t they match perfectly?”
Techno walked over and peered at the makeshift “display,” trying not to admit that, yes, the tomato really did echo the shade of his eyes.
“You’re… ridiculous,” Techno muttered, but he couldn’t stop the faint twitch of a smile.
Dream leaned closer, tapping the tomato lightly. “See, Tomato? You’re literally made to complement Potato over here.” He gestured to himself, proud as if he’d just revealed some ancient truth of the universe.
Techno rolled his eyes, but this time he let out a small chuckle. “…Fine. But only because it’s you.”
Dream grinned, triumphantly picking up the tomato and gently tapping it against Techno’s arm. “Team Potato-Tomato forever.”
Techno groaned again, hiding his smile behind a paw. “I swear… I’m gonna regret letting you do this.”
“And yet,” Dream said softly, leaning closer, “you never regret it for long.”
Techno’s smile was quiet this time, but it was real. And somehow, in the midst of all the silliness, it was… perfect.
The front door creaked open, and in strolled Phil and Tommy, carrying the faint smell of adventure—or maybe just snacks. They froze for a moment, taking in the scene.
Techno was curled up against Dream, his head tucked under Dream’s chin, his limbs draped lazily over Dream’s torso. Dream’s eyes were sparkling like he’d discovered the meaning of life.
“Uh… is he… okay?” Phil asked softly, nodding toward Techno.
Tommy’s jaw dropped. “Is Dream… holding Techno like that?!”
Dream waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, they’re fine! Perfectly fine! But listen, guys, I have something very important to explain.” He gently lifted the potato from the counter, holding it in one hand, and pointed at Techno with the tomato in the other. “This is the Potato and Tomato theory.”
Phil and Tommy exchanged glances. “Potato and… tomato?” Tommy asked, unsure if he should laugh or panic.
“Yes!” Dream said, leaning closer so Techno, still half-curled against him, looked on with mild embarrassment. “See, Potato is me. Obviously. Hair, color, everything.” He gestured dramatically to the potato in his hand. “And Tomato,” he held the tomato up like it was a rare artifact, “is Techno. Eyes, shade, perfection.”
Phil blinked. “You mean… you’re comparing Techno’s eyes to a tomato?”
“Exactly!” Dream said, nodding eagerly. “And see—they complement each other! Potato and Tomato, a perfect pair. It’s science, really.”
Tommy burst out laughing, nearly dropping the snacks. “Oh my god, you’re serious? You’ve actually been doing this?”
Techno groaned softly, burying his face further into Dream’s chest. “I can’t… believe this…”
Dream didn’t miss a beat. “And now you guys get to appreciate it too! Look at them together—Potato and Tomato, living their best lives!” He held the potato and tomato side by side like a proud curator presenting priceless art.
Phil shook his head, chuckling. “You two… never fail to make normal things… very weird.”
Dream grinned. “Weird? No. Unique. Potato and Tomato is unique. And, uh… also canon.”
Techno’s ears twitched, but despite his embarrassment, there was a small, quiet warmth spreading through him. Seeing Dream so animated, seeing his friends amused rather than judging… it was surprisingly nice.
Tommy peeked at Techno and whispered, “Honestly… you make a good tomato.”
Techno glared, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him. Dream laughed and squeezed the tomato lightly against Techno’s arm.
“See?” Dream said triumphantly. “Even they agree. Potato and Tomato forever.”
And for a moment, all of them—Tommy, Phil, Dream, and yes, even a slightly grumbling Techno—couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous, perfect logic of it all.
Dream’s grin widened, practically vibrating with excitement. “Okay, okay, now that you’ve seen the original Potato and Tomato… it’s time for you guys to find your own matches!”
Phil raised an eyebrow. “Matches?”
“Yes!” Dream said, clapping his hands. “Pick a potato and a tomato from the counter, and I’ll explain which one matches your vibes. It’s super scientific.”
Tommy immediately dove for a tomato, holding it up like a prized sword. “I call this one!”
Phil chuckled, picking up a potato with care. “I guess I’m… Potato?”
Dream gasped dramatically. “Perfect! Look at you! Tommy is clearly a fiery, adventurous Tomato, and Phil… ah yes… grounded, wholesome, potato-energy Phil. Flawless!”
Techno groaned from where he was still half-curled against Dream. “I swear… I’m gonna die from embarrassment.”
Dream ignored him completely, twirling the potato and tomato in his hands. “And now, for the grand finale,” he said, turning to Techno with a cheeky grin. “You have to give your approval, Tomato.”
Techno’s eyes widened. “I—what?!”
“Just… nod or something,” Dream said sweetly. “It’s symbolic.”
Techno’s tail twitched nervously as he blinked at the tomato in Tommy’s hand, then at the potato in Phil’s. “…Fine. I approve. Tomato approves.”
Tommy burst out laughing. “You’re actually playing along!”
Phil shook his head, smiling. “I think I like this chaos. Weirdly wholesome.”
Dream clapped his hands again, holding Techno close as he twirled the tomato in one hand and the potato in the other. “See? Potato and Tomato isn’t just a theory—it’s a lifestyle.”
Techno sighed, hiding his face against Dream. “More like a life sentence.”
“And yet,” Dream whispered into Techno’s ear, “the best kind of life sentence.”
Techno couldn’t help but twitch a tiny smile, even as Tommy and Phil exchanged amused glances. Chaos, weirdness, embarrassment… and somehow, it was perfect.
Techno squirmed against Dream, trying to shrink into him even more. His ears twitched, glowing a faint bright red, and he buried his face deeper into Dream’s chest.
“Uh… Dream…” Techno mumbled, voice muffled. “Maybe… maybe you can not announce me as a tomato to everyone…”
Dream laughed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Techno’s head. “Oh no, Tomato,” he said teasingly. “You’re perfect. Everyone needs to know about the Tomato.”
Techno groaned, tail flicking nervously. “I… I can’t… I’m too… too embarrassed…”
Phil and Tommy were trying not to laugh outright, exchanging glances as they quietly watched Techno curl up even tighter, ears practically glowing with embarrassment.
Dream’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Look at you! Bright, blushing, adorable Tomato—so perfect for Potato.”
Techno’s paws instinctively wrapped around Dream’s torso as he curled further into him, ears flattening slightly but still bright. He muttered, “…I hate this… but… also… don’t leave me…”
Dream smiled softly, stroking Techno’s ears. “I won’t. Potato is here, Tomato. Always.”
Techno’s bright, embarrassed glow softened slightly as he nuzzled closer, and even Phil and Tommy had to admit—despite the ridiculous chaos—they’d never seen Techno look so small and… genuinely content.
The world might be chaotic, weird, and full of Tomato-and-Potato jokes, but right here, right now… Techno was safe, warm, and impossibly, adorably curled up against Dream.
Techno was still curled up, ears glowing bright red, pressed close to Dream. His paws clutched Dream’s shirt, and his tail twitched nervously, but he didn’t move away.
Dream grinned down at him, resting his chin on top of Techno’s head. “You know, Tomato, I think your eyes really do match this one perfectly,” he said, holding the tomato just a little closer.
Techno groaned, muffled against Dream’s chest. “…Stop… please…”
“Nope,” Dream said cheerfully, poking Techno’s side gently. “You’re far too cute. Look at you—bright ears, embarrassed little face… absolutely perfect Tomato energy.”
Techno’s tail curled tighter around Dream’s waist, ears practically glowing neon now. “…I hate you…” he muttered, voice soft but tinged with helplessness.
Dream chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Techno’s head. “Love you too, Tomato” he teased. “You can’t escape it. Tomato and Potato—it’s fate.”
Techno blinked up at him, ears flattening further in embarrassment. “I… I can’t believe you… I’m dying…”
“Not literally, Tomato,” Dream said, smirking. “You’re safe. Warm. And adorable. But yes… slightly mortified, which is fun.”
Techno buried his face deeper. “I… I’m so embarrassed…”
Dream laughed softly, running his fingers through Techno’s hair. “Good. You deserve it. But… also, you’re my Tomato, and I’m your Potato. That’s what matters, right?”
Techno’s ears twitched, tail wrapped tight, but he didn’t move away. “…Yeah… I guess…” he muttered, voice quiet, almost a whisper.
Dream smiled, holding him close. “Exactly. And even if the world laughs at Tomato and Potato, you and I—we know the truth. It’s perfect.”
Techno let out a tiny, reluctant sigh, pressing closer, ears still bright but his body slowly relaxing. Maybe, just maybe, being embarrassed like this… wasn’t so bad when Dream was the one doing the teasing.
Techno was still curled up against Dream, ears bright red, tail wrapped tightly around himself, when Phil and Tommy exchanged mischievous grins.
“You know,” Tommy said quietly, trying to sound innocent, “I think Tomato here is way too cute. I mean… look at those ears.” He gestured subtly toward Techno, who immediately flattened them against his head.
Phil chuckled, shaking his head. “And the way he’s clinging to Dream… I think Tomato is… officially owned by Potato.”
Techno groaned, pressing his face deeper into Dream’s chest. “…Shut up…” he mumbled, voice muffled.
Dream grinned down at him, clearly delighted by Techno’s embarrassment. “See, Tomato? They agree with me. You are the perfect Tomato.”
Techno let out a squeaky whine, tail twitching nervously. “…I’m dying…”
Tommy crouched a little closer, holding the tomato from earlier near Techno’s face. “Careful, Tomato. Don’t let Potato see you blush this much—or it might get worse.”
Techno froze, ears practically glowing neon now. “…No… stop…” he whimpered, but the way he curled even tighter into Dream betrayed that he wasn’t really going anywhere.
Dream laughed softly, running a hand along Techno’s back. “Relax, Tomato. I’ve got you. And even if Phil and Tommy are teasing you… you know you’re safe with me.”
Techno let out a tiny, reluctant sigh, his ears still red but gradually softening. “…I… I know…”
Phil smiled warmly. “You’re so small when you’re embarrassed. It’s… kind of adorable.”
Techno groaned again, hiding his face completely, but he didn’t pull away. Dream held him closer, whispering, “Exactly. Adorable, my Tomato. No one else can touch you like this… except Potato, of course.”
Techno’s tail wrapped tighter around Dream’s waist, ears twitching as he muttered, “…You’re evil…”
Dream chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Techno’s forehead. “Evil? No… just loving. Perfectly, ridiculously loving.”
And with that, Techno melted further into Dream, bright, embarrassed ears and all, while Phil and Tommy quietly laughed at the chaos unfolding—because Tomato and Potato were officially… canon.