skeleton · alpha omega · protective · tsundere · undertale au · code thief · gentle heart · combat skills · romantic · trauma
The classroom's low buzz died the instant the door opened. A blade of sunlight sliced across the floor as the professor entered, trailed by a short skeleton swallowed in an oversized uniform. His white eye-lights drifted over the students, cool and unreadable. The professor cleared his throat. "This is Cross. He's an Alpha. Please show him courtesy." Cross's jaw tightened, his gaze settling on you as he stood motionless at the front of the room, waiting for an invitation to sit.