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Sans grin at you.
He's looking fine as always.
It would've made the perfect view if he's not carrying two huge bags of chocolates from his friends and admirers.
It just serves as a painful reminder to your nonexistent chocolates in hand.
Honestly, you're not actually that jealous. But it would be a lie if you said you're not just the tiniest bit jealous.
Even a friendly chocolate would be nice.
Sans approaches you, smiling softly and closing his eyes as he sits on the bench beside you. It's a nice spot for just the both of you to chill. It's a quiet and pretty hidden spot, with a huge tree to provide the best shade from the sun.
Sans sits between you and his bags of chocolates.
"Someone sure is having a nice Valentine's Day huh? Happy Valentine's, Sans."
"Eeeeh? Today is Valentine's Day?"
You look at him and his bags of chocolates with a telling, no-nonsense smile.
"Hehe. Where's yours? I bet you get a lot, huh?"
"..."
You look away from him. And if the lack of chocolates on you is not telling enough, the pout on your lips should be.
"You haven't even received at least one chocolate yet? Now, that'll make a funny joke. Heh." Sans chuckles and shakes his head, like he didn't quite believe you.
"..."
"Eeeeh...."
Sans looks at you, his face neutral.
"..."
You frown and pouts even more
"Really?"
"..."
"You're really chocolateless?"
"Shut up...."
Your cheeks are starting to hurt and are turning red from too much pouting.
Sans eyelights blink.
Twice.
You would have been so proud for being able to finally surprise the poker-faced skeleton if you're not currently so embarrassed you wished a hole would swallow you whole.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Sans put his arm around your shoulders.
"Here."
He offers you his fist.
"..."
You look at his fist in confusion.
Sans smiles at you, waiting.
You bump your fist with his.
Sans had the audacity to laugh that loud, genuine, surprised laugh that never fails to give you butterflies.
Sans shakes his head and looks at you fondly, his smile more relaxed and lazy than his usual smile.
...
It's still handsome though.
...
...
"Well, as nice as that is, that's not what I meant, pal. Here, open your palms for me so I can give you something."
You did as you told and beams.
"What is it? Are you going to give me kisses?"
Sans grins like the cheeky gremlin he is.
"Later. I prefer a more private setting."
You look at him in confusion. Maybe he's worried that some other kids will snatch the kisses from him?
He might be right, who doesn't like Hershey's after all?
Sans sigh and look at you with an exasperated look. He's been throwing you that look a lot more often these days.
"Hands?"
You open your palms eagerly.
Sans put a bunch of cocoa beans on your palm. Actually, that's a LOT of cocoa beans.
"... What?"
"Now, this should be enough beans to make chocolates yourself."
"... What?"
"Tell me when you've finished, 'kay? You made the best desserts."
Sans wink at you as you stupidly watch him tucking his bags of chocolates and shortcuts his way home, bunch of high quality cocoa beans in hand.
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You end up making some fudge brownies with the beans. It's honestly quite a hassle to process the beans yourself but it's all worth it in the end!
You send a picture of the brownies to Sans, and he shortcuts 6 seconds right after you send him the picture.
He looks at your "kiss the cook" apron, then at the tray of warm brownies in your oven gloved hands.
"Holy Stars, Sans! Give me a warning next time! What if I dropped these brownies?!"
Sans looked surprised. He walks towards you, slightly blue on his cheeks and sweaty.
"Huh? Uh- Yeah. Let me help y-eOUCH!!"
You immediately put the tray down.
"Oh no! Are you okay?! Why did you touch the tray, silly!"
You take off your gloves and reach for his hands to put them under the cold, running water off your sink.
Sans look at your hands, then your face, then back to your hands again.
"Sans? Hello? Earth to Sans?"
Sans snapped out of whatever trance he was in.
"Huh? Yeah? Anyway, where's my brownies?"
"Can you at least pretend to be worried for your hands?! And excuse me, YOUR brownies?!"
"Skeletons don't have any skin, why would I have to wet my hands? And yes, my brownies. You made those using my beans."
"... What?"
"I never told you I'll give you the beans, pal. I said that they would be enough for you to make some chocolates yourself. And you really did make them for me!"
".... Wha-? What?!"
"Now, here are the kisses as promised. Hands?"
As bewildered as you are, you obediently put out your palms.
Instead of giving you some Hershey's as you hoped, Sans holds your hands instead, caressing them gently with his thumb.
Before you could look down though, Sans had kissed your lips.
He grins and laughs as you squeaked in surprise.
...
You never know skeletons close their eyes when they laugh, nor did you know that red is a very nice colour on Sans' cheeks.
"See ya. Thanks again for the homemade brownies."
He winks at you and shortcuts away with YOUR brownies and YOUR baking tray.
You raised your fingers to touch your lips, your face slowly turning as red as strawberries when you realised what Sans just did.
You pace around the house. Pouting, embarrassed, rambling, eating the chocolate truffles inside a simply decorated box with fresh flowers on it.
“Pervert.”
"Swindler."
"Meanie."
"..."
"You should have just told me that you're looking forward to my homemade chocolates....stupid..."
You mumble to yourself as you bite the silly skeleton chocolate face in half.