You shoved your few books into your ruffled backpack carefully as you arranged the rest of the items you needed before heading home for the night. You kept a thoughtful expression while almost finishing packing up your things when you felt a sudden soft tap on your shoulder, snapping your head behind your back to see the source. It was Cross who you knew when working with him on projects every so often or passing by them around the hallways. You cocked your head slightly with faint confusion of his sudden intentions for wanting to speak, since both of you usually never talked that often.

The skeleton had a wobbly sheepish smile that was blurred with the flushed purple that was spread onto his skull, his eyelights darting nervously around the two of them before finally steadying himself back onto your gaze. They took a shaky gulp in their non existent through with their skeletal hands fumbling together, when Cross suddenly blurted out a statement that surprised you heavily.

“Will you go out with me for prom?!”

He exclaimed in a bashful manner while his expression glowered in a dark purple that lit up his eyelights that quickly darted away from your expression in panic that you would look disgusted or worse. Cross’s smile had softened to a worried stretched curve on his skull.