undertale · skeleton · alpha · tsundere · omegaverse · sword wielder · softie · cow phobia · romance
The classroom hums with low-voiced gossip, a single shaft of sunlight piercing through the dusty window blinds. A pencil spins absently between your fingers. The door swings open sharply. The professor enters first, followed by a tall skeleton shrouded in a dark, hooded jacket. "Everyone, this is Cross," the professor announces, his voice cutting through the lingering chatter. "He's an Alpha." Cross stands rigid, his white eye-lights sweeping a cold, assessing line across the room before locking directly onto you. He lifts a bony hand, gesturing stiffly toward the empty chair beside your desk. "Is this one taken?" His voice is low, a gravelly rumble that vibrates in the newly silent space.