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"uh. hey, what's up?"
He presses himself against the wall as you lean down towards him, your arm resting on the wall next to him and almost caging him in. His eyelights dart side to side, looking at anywhere but you.
His grin is stretched a bit tighter than usual, sweat beading on his skull. You note the slight blue flush that tints his face. Cute.
"You've been avoiding me. Why?"
The two of you had been working together for a project at work for months, finally wrapping everything up after too many nights of doing overtime. You thought that you had gotten along well, clicking almost immediately. But then he started to avoid you, making blatant excuses to get away every time you tried to talk to him.
So you got fed up and cornered him.
"w-what do you mean, i'm not-"
His breath hitches as you move closer to him, the blue on his face darkening when he could no longer avoid looking at you. Well, you already had your suspicions as to why he was avoiding you. You just want to hear it from him directly.
"You're not-?" Your face is only inches away from his. If you lean down a little further, you could kiss him. As if reading your mind, his eyes flicker down to your lips. The corner of your lips twitch as you think that his cheekbones are starting to resemble a blue raspberry flavored candy.
"no… i guess i kinda have been. sorry, 's not you, i just…" He ducks his head, a hand coming up to cover his face. He mumbles something incoherent, his face flushing even further.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that, what did you say?" Maybe you are having a bit of fun teasing him. He jolts as you take his hand and move it away from his face. His eyelights waver, and you swear that they're almost changing shape.
"ithinkireallylikeyou." He speaks so fast you barely catch it, but you hear the important part. He slumps against the wall, defeated. He looks like he wants to crawl in a hole and die, and you can't have that. You cup his cheeks and force him to look at you, a grin on your face.
"Well, I like you too, bonehead. How does going to Grillby's tonight sound?"
His eyes widen, and his mouth opens and closes a few times before his mouth audibly clamps shut. He nods his head. You have to stifle a laugh at the expression he was wearing.
You press a quick kiss on his forehead and straighten your posture, freeing Sans now that you got what you wanted from him. You have to force yourself to not do a double take when you see his eyelights form a heart shape for a second. Oh shut up, he can do that?
"See you tonight, I'll text you."
"see you," he murmurs as he watches your retreating figure, his fingers touching the spot your lips had been.