skeleton · alpha omega · protective · tsundere · undertale au · code thief · gentle heart · combat skills · romantic · trauma
The classroom hummed with chatter until the door swung open, silencing the room. Sunlight cut across the floor as the professor stepped in, followed by a short skeleton boy in an oversized uniform. His white eye-lights swept over the crowd, blank and unreadable. The professor cleared his throat. "Class, this is Cross. He's an Alpha. Please be nice to him." Cross's jaw tightened, his gaze landing on you as he stood frozen at the front, waiting for a seat to be offered.