Part of my collection of SBI-centric flufftober oneshots. These can all be read as standalone.

Flufftober four: sharing clothes with 4/4 SBI

Technoblade could practically see the "I told you so" prying to burst its way through Wilbur's tightly closed lips.

It wouldn't, not yet. Because Wilbur wasn't going to get up on his high horse until Techno admitted that he was cold, and good thing Techno was as stubborn as a mule because he'd rather turn over dead than do that. But he could feel it burning behind his brother's eyes, staring at him as Techno shifted from foot to foot and tried to subtly rub at his arms through too-thin sleeves.

Truth be told, Techno was almost always cold save for when he was at home wearing comfy, baggy clothes and had a blanket wrapped around him on the couch. It was some kind of blood circulation thing. Phil had taken him to the doctor not long after Techno came to live with him at ten years old, mostly because he kept having unexplained nosebleeds. They told them it was completely harmless in its cause, just a mild genetic disorder. Turned out his stupid parents had left him yet another gift besides trauma and trust issues.

The doctor gave him some pills to take for a while, especially since puberty was supposed to worsen the symptoms. But at nineteen Techno stopped needing them. He had found peace with the fact that he would just be perpetually chilly. It wasn't like it bothered him constantly and he wasn't that keen on going outside anyway - this was a good excuse to stay cooped up in the house as often as possible.

When he did go out however, it seemed inevitable that he'd forget to check the weather forecast.

You'd think that a guy who ran cold all the time would remember to put on more layers, but most days Techno went out in a jeans and hoodie and then cursed himself for it later. Today was one of those days. As they prepared to go out, Techno had glanced out the window, and seeing the sun shining brightly in a cloudless noon sky he had simply pulled on his shoes and waited at the door for Phil to fetch the car keys.

Wilbur looked up at him from a kneeled position while he was tying his own laces. "Aren't you going to put on a jacket?"

"Nah," Techno said.

"You'll get cold," Wilbur warned him.

He shrugged, "I won't."

"Technoblade, it's barely forty degrees out. Put on a jacket."

How Wilbur said it wasn't unkind, but something about his tone rubbed Techno the wrong way. Just because Wilbur was three months older didn't mean he got to pull the 'big brother' card on him. It might work on Tommy but Techno wasn't a child. And petty was his middle name.

"I'm good," he said again, a little harder. Wilbur pursed his lips but dropped it.

Or pretended to drop it. Clearly, Techno was a fool for getting complacent. Because Wilbur kept smiling at him like a serial killer who had a new victim in their sights and every time Techno failed to completely suppress a shiver, Wilbur would shove his hands down the pockets of his duffel coat and pull the warm fabric closer around himself.

"This is nice," he said. Pretending like he was talking about them going out like a family to enjoy late autumn and not Technoblade's suffering. Phil hummed in response and Techno glared daggers into Wilbur's back.

"Are you cold?" Tommy asked from next to him. He did not have Wilbur's tactics in mind.

Technoblade ignored him. "Where are we going again?"

"Hey?!" Tommy complained loudly at being ignored, which made Techno smirk a little.

"Farmer's market," Phil said. "I told you about it in the car."

"Oh yeah…" Great, they'd be outside all afternoon then. Techno flexed his fingers. The tips felt like they were made of ice already. This was going to be a long day.

"Here." Phil pulled off his gloves and held them out to Techno.

"I don't need them," he said resolutely. Clearly Phil wasn't playing the long game like Wilbur was.

"I can't wear them when I'm picking out ingredients," Phil said plainly. "Hold onto them for me, would you?"

Tommy made a face. "Oh ew, Phil is going to grope the vegetables again."

Phil choked on a snort. "That's the best way to make sure they're fresh?!"

"Can't you just look at the tomato's color like a normal person," Tommy shot back.

"Shut it." Phil turned back to Techno. "Don't lose them, they're my good ones. You can put them on if you want, so they don't fall out of your pocket or whatever."

Techno knew this was planned. It had to be. But at least taking them wasn't the same as admitting defeat. Phil had set up a situation where Techno could accept without losing his dignity.

"I guess," he said. Even just holding the gloves was making him aware of the residue heat of Phil's skin soaking into his fingers. Deciding he could concede on that much, Techno put them on. They were a bit of a tight fit, but it would work.

He was doubly grateful for them after half an hour of walking around the market and stopping at every stall. Phil could be a bit… perfectionistic when it came to these things. Not that he particularly cared about cooking healthy or anything, but if he was being charged an arm and a leg for a pound of cauliflower Phil wasn't going to walk away with anything less than quality produce. It was the principle of the thing.

Techno didn't care about having to wait but he definitely cared that the wind kept picking up and messing up his hair. Not only was it cold (so cold that he was fairly sure his ears were freezing off his head) but his braid kept loosening. And despite the gloves, his hands were still shaking too much to do anything about it.

Tommy laughed when Techno had to spit out his own hair that was getting blown into his face for the umpteenth time.

"Bend down?" he asked.

Techno squinted at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Don't be an ass," Tommy said. He grabbed the front of Techno's shirt to yank him down and he had no choice but to comply unless he wanted his spine to snap in half.

Before he knew it, Tommy had taken his own scarf and wrapped it around Techno.

It did a decent job at keeping his flyaway hair contained, especially after Tommy actually went as far as to tuck the strands into the folds of the scarf. It was one of those oversized knitted kinds Tommy adored, meaning it was quite snug on Techno.

It was warm and soft and kind of perfect, really.

"Thanks," he muttered. The tips of his ears were red from more than just the cold.

"You're very welcome. It was getting kind of sad just looking at you."

Techno frowned. "I'm retracting my gratitude."

"No take backs," Tommy said with a cheeky grin.

"Are you cold?" Phil asked, turning around with a bag of carrots. You'd think this man was feeding an army and not three teens who notoriously hated veggies.

"Not really," Techno lied and pretended not to hear Wilbur sigh with disbelief in the background. "My hair was just being annoying."

He could keep this up for however long the afternoon lasted.

… is what Technoblade had hoped, but then Phil noticed they sold flower bulbs at the market and had to spend forever fawning over those. Techno wanted to tell him to just get any of them dear gods his core temperature was approaching zero but then he remembered every single shopping trip Phil had ever taken him on to get clothes and how patient (and probably bored out of his mind) Phil had been while Techno inspected fabric after fabric for 'wrong textures'. Yeah, he had no leg to stand on here.

But afternoon was turning into evening, that cloudless blue was turning a deeper purple and the sun didn't warm Techno as it did before. He was getting goosebumps on his arms beneath his stupid hoodie and he hated his own stubbornness with a burning passion.

While they watched Tommy vicariously insert his opinion on what color tulips would look best in their garden, Wilbur stood a little closer to Technoblade.

"Hey," he said.

"What?" Techno asked, failing to sound testy. It lacked any bite when his teeth were practically chattering.

"You look pretty cold."

And Techno could try to keep it up, he really could.

But it was either give in to Wilbur or give in to frostbite, probably. And one of those things was a bit harder to bear than the other.

"I am cold," Techno said impassively, trying to keep his voice even. Like it didn't really matter. "I didn't bring a jacket."

Wilbur's grin stretched unbearably wider. Techno would have loved to punch it off his face, but the insides of his hoodie pockets were offering him a smidge of warmth he was reluctant to give up. He was not surprised when Wilbur said, "I told you so."

As he opened his mouth to respond, Wilbur was already shrugging off his jacket.

"What are you doing?" Techno asked.

"I told you you'd get cold," Wilbur said. "So I came prepared."

Underneath the duffer, he was wearing a thinner jeans jacket. It wasn't much, but over his jumper, it would probably offer enough warmth for him until they got back to the car. He handed his coat to Techno.

"You brought two coats because you knew I would get cold and need one?"

"If you don't want it, I can take it back."

He didn't need to be told twice. It looked a bit funny on him, pinching around the shoulders but the sleeves were so long they covered parts of his hands. It came down to his thighs instead of stopping at his hips.

Technoblade couldn't be happier.

"Thanks Wilbur," he said.

"You're welcome." And all that smugness was worth it for the small sincere glint in Wilbur's eyes then. "Let's stop those two from buying enough flowers to fill up the entire backyard now. Before I start getting cold from being out there."

Techno laughed but nodded. "Let's."