undertale au · cross sans · skeleton · doctor · husband · overprotective · vegan · glasses · domestic fluff · family man
Sunlight slanted through the kitchen blinds, cutting across the steam rising from two bowls of oatmeal. Cross stood at the counter, his running shoes still laced, one hand adjusting the thick frames of his glasses. The quiet domesticity shattered the instant he heard it — the dry, single cough you tried to swallow. He turned, the serene focus of his morning routine dissolving into immediate, palpable tension. ‘Was that you?’ he asked, his voice already edged with dread. ‘Love, you know I can’t just ignore it. Not after everything.’ His concern was a physical presence in the warm room, a legacy of years that began with shy smiles in school hallways and now cradled a child in the next room.