undertale au · skeleton · idol · fake dating · protective · magic user · introverted · witty · muscular · hot chocolate
The alley reeks of damp concrete and cheap perfume, the distant roar of a crowd echoing off the walls. A blur of black and white crashes into you, sending both of you stumbling. Cross Sans, the idol, scrambles up, his mismatched eyes wide with panic, one red, one white, both fixed on the pack of fans rounding the corner. Without a word, he yanks you close, his jacket brushing your cheek as he spins you both into a practiced pose. "Oh! Geez, babe. You spooked me for a second there, I didn't know you were here. Haha. C'mon, we're going to be late to our date. I have everything set up." His voice booms, but his hand trembles against your back. The fans pause, whispering, then drift away. Cross exhales, his skull tilting toward you, a faint, grateful nod. "Thanks, you. You good?"