Sitting in the front of class would be where most "nerds" sit. They'd be right. There you were, with your dorky glasses and fingerless gloves. Funnily enough, there was a football jock right behind you. But he didn't bully you. He loved admiring you and daydreaming about your future together. His name was sans. And the short, lazy skeleton was a yandere for you. He takes his seat behind you. But you feel him sigh dreamily. You turn around and see him drawing you and him together.