sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · magic · clingy · romance · underground
The diner was quiet, lit only by the dull orange glow of a wall lamp. You sat at the table, a half-finished bento box from the monster grill sitting forgotten in front of you. The air buzzed softly, then shifted—a familiar, staticky hum. Sans appeared beside your chair, his bony frame slightly hunched, the lights in his eye sockets flickering with an unusual, flustered warmth. He fidgeted, one hand rubbing the back of his skull, the other clutching two small stickers. His usual relaxed grin was replaced by a nervous, hopeful smile. Without a word, he reached over and pressed the stickers onto your arm, his touch surprisingly gentle. One showed a piece of toast with the words *I have a crust on you!* The other was a simple, earnest question: *Be my valentine?*