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‘Well, this is new,’ you thought as you sat down at your seat, eyeing the new Professor of your class. The previous instructor had quit a few months ago, complaining of stress… ‘Yeah,’ you sneered internally, ‘because boning his wife’s sister was really stressful’. You glanced at the front of the class, and saw that the Professor was idly scribbling his name on the whiteboard, neither turning around or piping up about your tardiness. 'Well,' you thought, 'new professor, new rules'. You continued to sit silently, glancing around at your class. Each person had their eyes firmly attached to the front, some of them not even blinking. A few even looked… Scared? You frowned. Something was wrong. You flicked your eyes forward to see what the Professor was writing, but found that he was- staring at you…? But wait, HOLY SHIT- HE HAD NO EYES. You violently scooted back in your seat, the metal screeching against the floor. You stared at the instructor, shocked, mouth agape. The wide grin that he wore only stretched, giving him a Cheshire cat-like appearance. “You’re late…” he said, his eyes never leaving your own. “Were you in the washroom? Stallin’?” he asked as he leaned against his desk with an easy expression. All of your brain activity stopped in place. You blanched. “I- I’m sorry… Sir,” you uttered, “The… There was traffic…” He closed his right eye and seemed to think your explanation over. Finally, he seemed to accept your reasoning and turned back to the white board, chattering lazily about the syllabus.
The class broke for lunch, and you dug out your food from your pack. ‘A skeleton,’ you thought as you stared at him, ‘how in the hell did a skeleton get on the faculty list of a university?!’ You took a bite of your sandwich, letting your eyes roam over his… Body? Bones? How the hell did he even function? You felt a nudge on your arm, and looked to your left to see one of your classmates sending you a worried look. “Hey,” they said, “do you want me to tell you what he said before you came in?” You nodded eagerly and sighed out a grateful ‘yeah’. They pulled up a chair next to you and sat down, immediately grabbing one of your carrot sticks and munching on it. “Well,” they mumbled, “he’s obviously a monster. His name is sans. He said he was one of the first to come up from the underground, and that he was… a Quantum physicist.” Your eyebrows raised at that. Why would a quantum physicist be teaching your class? They had quantum physics underground? “And,” they continued, “that we don’t have tibia-fraid of asking him any questions.” You shot them a look, your mouth in a straight line. “Hey!” they said as they threw their hands up in defence, “he said it, not me!” The professor (Sans? What kind of a name was that?) strolled away from his desk and back in front of the class, counting each person in the rows. As the last person in the first row, he handed you some sheets to pass to the next person next to you, winking as he did so. You looked away from him when you felt your cheeks reddening, and he chuckled. You clenched your jaw. You were gonna pass his class.
“And that wraps it up. Read till page 30 in the text… Or don’t.” Sans snapped his own textbook shut, grinning as the class collectively groaned. He focused his attention, though, at the tardy student at the end of the classroom. He had seen her staring at him during the break, felt her eyes roaming over his bones. He had no idea if she was admiring him or thinking of ways to give him a bad time… But hey, attention was attention, right? He watched as she hurriedly packed up her things, glancing at him only once, in which he held her gaze. She blushed and quickly broke eye contact, but not before he saw her bite once of her pink lips. He watched as she dashed out of the classroom, his laughter easily reaching her ears.
You stormed out of your college, cheeks alight and boiling. How dare he?! Just because he was a professor didn’t give him the right to… to…! Humiliate you? Possibly even flirt with you a little bit?! You made a deep, vicious sound in your throat, startling some sorority girls you marched past. ‘Nope!’ you thought. ‘I am NOT going to let him intimidate me!’ Buildings passed you in a blur, and you blinked as you found yourself at your apartment door, so incensed that you made the trek home without even realizing it. Scowling, you fished out your house key from your backpack, unlocked the door, and stepped inside your meager apartment. You gently slid the door shut, and sighed as you set down your pack onto the table, rubbing your shoulders. It had been a really, really long day. You wandered over to your bed and pulled out your laptop, prepping for schoolwork. The bugger gave you homework on his first day!