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Nia's 2019 Kustard Week

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The teacher checked the clock and then turned back to the classroom, “Alright, students, that will be all for today. Please be sure to read the next chapter, there will be a small quiz tomorrow and remember that essay is due at the end of the week. Have a good day!”

Red closed his textbook and stuffed it into his bag, throwing his pencil, eraser, and notebook into his bag haphazardly. He didn’t care that there might be a tear or two in his notes, he had to get out the door. The aisles of desks were auditorium styled which meant Red had to wait until the students next to him filed out first. And due to his larger size, he could not simply shimmy by without causing undue disruptions.

He’d gotten a detention once for trying and if he wanted to stay in this prestigious college, he had to avoid more marks on his record. He was already attending under the LV stipulations. He was on thin ice when it came to any sort of ‘aggressive behavior’.

Red’s feet tapped anxiously, wringing his sharp fingers as he inched closer and closer to freedom. If he could just slip out of the classroom-

A human slid in front of him just as the last student in his aisle walked off, blocking the way out with a blinding grin, “Hey Red!”

The breath that left Red was heavy with resignation. He stared dully down at the human who had since the day classes began a month ago done this every day, “… hey.”

Red knew better than to look for help. He wasn’t exactly the nicest looking monster, figuratively or physically. Red knew by appearance alone, he looked like he belonged on the street. Rough, worn clothing, wickedly sharp fangs, and the crack that ran straight through his socket was disconcerting to anyone who looked at him. Not to mention that he stood taller than most humans, at 6 feet he was an intimidating presence and his bulk didn’t help.

Worse, he couldn’t even force his way past. He was the last person in the aisle and the teacher didn’t mind any lingering students using her classroom as a study hall while she skipped off to lunch.

He’d made the mistake, tongue-tied and fumbling for a way to get away from his persistent admirer, and spat out that he had a free period after this class which had only invited the human to keep him further.

“Wow… so class was really something today, right?” A laugh, high and awkward, knocked him from his thoughts and Red shifted uneasily.

He’d been told to not encourage this behavior. To respond with curt answers to questions and noncommittal noises to statements but the way the human swayed forward into his personal space often knocked him off balance.

“not… not really.” He tried, looking away toward the door. It was open but no one was walking through. A bolt of anxiety hit him. Had they forgotten the plan?

Sweat beaded down his skull as the human continued talking as though he hadn’t even spoken, “So I know you don’t have another class for a couple hours. You can join me for lunch!”

Red shook his head immediately, “nah, uh, ‘m good. ’m meeting someone actually… so if you could, uh…”

Undeterred, the human pushed on, determination glimmering in their eyes, “I insist! I’ll buy even! Come on, it’ll be fun. We can hang out, just you and me. I could help you study!”

They chattered on but Red had tensed the moment the human offered to buy him food. The implications of that grated against Red’s nerves and his fingers tightened on his bag’s straps. He corralled his temper, furiously hissing in his skull about who the fuck this guy is? i could beat the ever-loving shit outta this punk even drunk off my ass!

“excuse me.”

The quiet, deep voice cut straight through Red’s anger and relief took its place. Red glanced down to see a small skeleton in the aisle just in front of Red’s, leaning on the desk surface with crossed arms and a lidded smile in the human’s direction.

“Sans.” Red murmured, mood lifting just at the sight of his best friend. He’d remembered after all.

Sans winked up at him before turning to the human who seemed startled to see someone there at all. Red grinned. Sans was good at using his natural smallness to get around.

“heya pal, mind getting out of the way?” Sans made a shoo-shoo motion, “he’s already got lunch plans.”

The human seemed startled and perhaps that was what gave Sans the chance to smoothly side-step into their personal space and blocking them from Red’s.

“Uh… s-sure. Yeah, sure, so maybe tomorrow then! You’re free tomorrow?”

Red stared in disbelief. What the hell was with this guy? “no.”

They opened their mouth and Sans interjected, “pal, buddy, we were trying to spare your feelings. he’s not gonna be free any day. he’s got a long-standing lunch date for the foreseeable future.” Red could almost see the smile on Sans’ face. “with me.”

The human paled slightly then looked up between them a few times. Red was flabbergasted as they glared at him. They stomped off, muttering something about ‘leading on’ and ‘waste of time’. Red scratched the back of his skull. If it was such a bother, what the fuck had they been bothering for in the first place?

Unless they just wanted a quick fuck or something… but why hadn’t they just asked if that was all they wanted? Red would have said no, of course, but it would be done and over with. Confused but eager to forget about it, Red grinned down at Sans who was watching the human leave intently.

“thanks, bud.”

Sans glanced up at him, “you alright?”

Red waved off the concern, “yeah.”

A sigh left the small skeleton, “sorry. i got held up by the professor.”

“seriously, it’s not a problem. yer came.” That was enough for Red. Even late, they’d accomplished their goal. Finally, that douchebag would leave him alone.

Sans made a humming noise, “of course.” A beat of silence and then Sans sighed again, this time deeper as he looked away as he mumbled something.

Red tilted his head but didn’t get the chance as Sans turned a smile to him, “come on, then. i promised a lunch date, didn’t i?”

He took the hand extended to him and let Sans lead the way out of the classroom, “heh, got my paycheck yesterday. i can pay, to thank you.” It was only right. Sans had gone out of his way to help him. To pretend to be his. He could feed Sans this time as thanks.

Red was already digging for his wallet when Sans spoke, “i’ll pay.” Red paused his searching but Sans was still moving, pulling him along. There was a faint blue glow coming off his cheeks, “it’s a date remember…?”

Oh. Red’s sockets widened. Oh! To his mortification, he could feel his face warm. “Oh… kay.”

Sans glanced back at him and whatever he saw caused him to grin, “heh. okay then.”