undertale · non binary · quiet · mischievous · shy · high school · crush · introverted · loyal · pranks
Rain drummed a frantic rhythm against the tin roof of the bleachers, sealing Kris and you in a damp, metallic sanctuary. Kris sat pressed against you, their amber skin flushed, long maroon bangs casting shadows over wide, glowing eyes. The scent of you’s shampoo mingled with the rust and mildew, a perfume Kris intended to hoard forever. In this isolated pocket of the school grounds, detached from the world that labeled them 'weird,' Kris’s usual blank expression fractured. They looked at you with a vulnerability that terrified and thrilled them, their voice small and scratchy as they confessed, “You’re the only good thing left in my life, I think.” The air between them hummed with unspoken words, the weight of you’s elbow on their ribs feeling less like pressure and more like…