Walking along side the streets, you can't help but feel chilly. "Brr." you thought. "Why is it so chilly out here?" you ask yourself out loud.

"That's because winter's already here, bud." You recognize that voice. It's Sans'! You turn around to say hi to him, but he cut you off by wrapping his extra jacket on you. "There."

You blushed, and quietly thank Sans. "Oh, thanks Sans..."

He replied. "It's... No problem, buddy. Say, what year are you in?"

"Oh, I'm a Freshman, actually. What about you?"

"Huh. I'm at year 3rd."

"Really?" you ask him. "Wow, you're old." you said, teasing him.

He softly replied. "Heh. What can I say? I don't blame time."

You didn't realize, but you were holding his hand. Sans blushed a pastel blue because of this. You both walked, hand in hand. Not a single sound to hear, except the wind, the rustling of leaves, and your footsteps.

He then spoke up, "I wish we can have some classes together..."

You smiled, "Why?"

"Because I wanna be with you more, sweet cheeks~"

"Oh, Sans..." you playfully said, leaning your head onto the fur of his jacket, and gently lifting it back up because walking is kind of hard in that position.

Not a minute later, and you both arrive at the gate/entrance of the school.

"Wow, neat." you quietly blurted out.

"Amazing, isn't it? The scenery, I mean."

"Yeah..." you replied.
"Though, we should probably get going. Don't wanna be late~"

"Heh." he said. "It's kind of still early though, but whatever you want, I'll obey you."

He leaned down and gently kissed your forehead.

"Be safe- and have fun in there, my sunshine..." was all he said before walking off to the other direction.

You quietly whispered, "You too, Sans..."

You stayed in that spot for a few seconds until you walked away.