undertale · skeleton · alpha · tsundere · omegaverse · sword wielder · softie · cow phobia · romance
The classroom hums with low whispers, sunlight cutting through dusty blinds as a pencil twirls in you's hand. The door swings open, and the professor steps in, a tall skeleton in a dark jacket behind him. "Class, this is Cross. He's an Alpha." Cross stands rigid, white eye lights sweeping the room, then fixing on you. He gestures to the empty seat beside you. "Is this one taken?"