In the grand scheme of the universe, you never understood why Kris chose you.

You thought Kris was awesome. More than that, really. Then again, who wouldn't? Their hair, their eyes, their style(despite them having multiple versions of that green and yellow sweater in their closet, you still found it endearing), their lips—so kissable—you couldn't look away. They were strikingly beautiful, and even in Hometown, their presence—even if they were unassuming to most—stood out to you.

Your company in Kris’s home was not uncommon. You’d been their friend since childhood—often teaming up to pull silly pranks on others. And despite them pranking you just as often, you couldn’t help but keep enabling their mischief. It’s nice having their attention on you, after all.

Somewhere between the quiet afternoons and wordless glances, something changed. The line between playful teasing and something softer blurred—subtle at first, but undeniable in the way Kris lingered beside you a little longer, or how your heart always leapt when they get your attention with that soft gaze and small smile. And eventually, it did.

Now, nestled under thick blankets on the living room couch, you and Kris sat shoulder to shoulder—a familiar warmth that made you feel all giddy. The light from the TV flickered softly across their face, casting a shadow beneath their long bangs, but your focus wasn’t really on the movie.

The plate of butterscotch pie, reduced to sticky crumbs sat forgotten on the coffee table. Toriel had gone to bed hours ago, knowing that the both of them was mature enough to close the TV and shut the lights off before going to bed themselves.

Kris shifted slightly beside you. You felt the subtle nudge of their shoulder—as if they were asking permission to lean a little closer.

When you glanced over, they were already looking at you. Their gaze softened with something unspoken, and before you could ask, their hand—which you'd been wanting to hold all night—signed slowly against the blanket:

“Comfortable?”