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Okay, you know how Sans said that he doesn’t really care about college and the future and everything?
That’s kind of a huge lie.
It was so much easier to pretend to not be scared when he was in high school and concerned with Toriel and then you and then graduating. But it’s the first day of classes, and he is a little bit terrified. He has no idea what to expect, he has no idea what’s going on, he—
You kiss him, and his eyes close reflexively. “Hey. I can feel you worrying from over here. It’ll be all right, okay?”
“says the person who had an anxiety attack about whether college students wore backpacks or not,” he retorts, more out of principle than anything.
“Ha ha. Yes, but I’m over that now, and apparently they do, and now I’m telling you that things will be fine. Believe in the me who believes in you or whatever.”
“you’re a huge freaking nerd.”
“Says the huge freaking nerd.” You kiss him once more, on the cheek, and he grins despite his anxiety. “Text me when you get out of class, okay? You can do this.” Then you wave and leave in the direction of your first class.
He watches you until you’re out of sight, nods, and turns on his heel to enter the building. He can do this, yeah—
And, of course, he nearly runs in to somebody.
“Whoa!” they yelp. “Watch it!”
“crap, uh, sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Sans smiles apologetically and continues his way into the room.
The guy he nearly ran into follows him. “dude, uh—“
“Oh, you have this class too? Cool.” Oh. That explains that then. Before Sans has time to be embarrassed by his misstep, the guy continues, “Nice to meet you, my name is Dominic. Nic to my friends. Dom to my lovers.” He winks. “Just kidding.”
“wow. do you say that to everybody you meet?”
“Only the cute ones,” he says cheerfully. “Just kidding! Thought it might break the ice. You seem kind of nervous. Freshman?”
Sans winces. “is it that obvious?”
“A little. But that’s okay, we all start somewhere.” Dominic opens the door for Sans and bounds ahead, patting the seat next to him. “Please. Anyway, what’s your name, then?”
Sans sits and says, “Sans. Sans the skeleton.”
“Nice to meet you, Sans the skeleton. I’ve never met a skeleton before, you know, at least not one that’s outside of its flesh prison. Hey, can I touch your ribs?”
“only if you take me out on a date first.”
"Oh, gotcha, gotcha. Never mind, no touch-y.” He pauses for only a moment before launching into a new subject of conversation. “So, I saw you talking with that cutie earlier. Are you getting on that?”
“am I what?!”
“Getting on that,” Dominic enunciates clearly, as if the problem was that Sans couldn’t hear him well the first time.
“I—they’re my datefriend, but—“
“So yes,” he interrupts. “Nice. Like I said, they’re cute.”
“uh…thanks?” Is this normal bro talk? Sans’ friends are mostly girls—Toriel, Alphys, Undyne—so he doesn’t really know. He isn’t sure he likes it.
“No problem.” His constant chatter is interrupted by the entrance of the teacher and subsequent bell ringing. Sans is almost grateful to hear the teacher start talking about the syllabus, even though it’s boring. Dominic is friendly, but a lot more brash than Sans is used to. Although…Sans realizes, slightly grudgingly, that all of his nerves about the first day have vanished. He supposes that maybe he should be grateful.
That’s why, when the class ends and Dominic casually asks, “Hey, dude, can I have your number?”, Sans says yes. Maybe he mellows out as you get to know him, he figures. And it can’t hurt to have a contact in the class to ask for notes.
He pulls out his phone to enter in Dominic’s number and smiles softly upon seeing a text from you.
“told you you could do it! <3”
“Aw,” comments Dominic lightly. “That your datefriend?”
“yeah.”
“That’s sweet. Anyway, my number is…” Sans enters in the number Dominic recites, but really he’s thinking about how he gets to see you again later.
He still can’t believe sometimes how lucky he is.
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You’re glad Sans is kind of oblivious sometimes, otherwise he might have noticed that you were still panicking about the first day as well. He didn’t need that from you right now. He needed somebody to comfort him, make things better. You could be that person, but only if he thinks you’re fine.
Biting your lip, you send out a text to Alphys. “i can’t do this”
She responds almost immediately, even though she’s probably in the middle of class. “yes you can!! everything will be fine, i promise”
“lol no it wont but thanks anyway i guess”
There’s a long pause, before, “whoops Gaster nearly confiscated my phone? he says stop worrying and just get to class lol”
Rolling your eyes fondly, you do as you’re told and make your way to your first class of the day. You sit down in the front, like normal, and wait for the class to start.
To your surprise and relief, it’s pretty much the same as your high school classes. The teacher goes over the syllabus and cracks a few jokes, earning scattered fake laughs from the students. Listening carefully to the assignments, you start to think that maybe you can do this after all.
The rest of the day goes pretty similarly, with teachers focusing almost entirely on the syllabus. You only have four classes this semester—your mom thought you should probably take it easy to start—but they’re all high credit classes with lots of material to cover.
That said, you manage to get through the day relatively unscathed. You’re tired, sure, but feeling a lot more confident than you were at the start of the day. And most of all, you’re happy, because you get to spend the evening with Sans.
Even all these months later, you’re still kind of amazed that you’re allowed to have him. He’s a bit of a jerk sometimes, sure, and lazy as all get-out, but he’s your lazy jerk and your best friend and you love him.
You’re pretty sure that will never change.