Briiing!
Home Eco. class had finally ended, the students quickly flooding out of the door and into the ever-growing stream of students making up the hallway. The loud chattering had echoed through the slowly emptying classroom. Paper balls and airplanes littered the ground between the crooked chairs.
The teacher up front had shuffled her papers together, letting out a withheld sigh. She stood up from her desk, cleaning the chalk board. She wore a purple casual dress with small glasses resting on her white muzzle. Hearing shuffling behind her, she noticed the last student making his way to leave. She turned around and smiled down at him.
"Oh my. You didn't fall asleep, did you?" She chuckled softly, returning to her desk to quickly write the groggy student a pass. "I assure you, the rest of the year won't be as boring as today. Here, it might take you some time to find your next class. How are you liking the school here?"
The short skeleton took the pass, grinning up at the goat teacher. "It's.. alright. It's new." He looked at his schedule, a complex expression on his face. "Physics. Advanced? Do you know where that is?" He looked up at her, tired already from the long day. This would be his last class and then he could go home and sleep.
"Oh! Yes, it's just down the hall!" She rounded to peer over his shoulder, eavesdropping on his schedule. "Ohh, and you got the good teacher. He's real good!" She exclaimed, already starting to file in. Some students were already starting to file in and she waved as the small student made his way out the classroom. "Have a good day, Sans!"
As Sans entered the hall, he looked around, sticking to the sides and out of the way of the hoard of students. It was just starting to thin out, the last of the students finding their classes with ease. After all, they had been in the school for a few years now, at least knowing the general layout. Sans, on the other hand, had just transferred to Underground Academy with his brother. He sighed as the bell rang, looking around for the class on his paper. At the end of the hallway..
He reached the end of said hallway, confirming that this was his class. He nervously swallowed hard, holding his books close to his chest and tugging at his skirt. This was stressful. Opening the door, he slipped in quietly. Loud chattering and regular tomfoolery that was similar to his gym class. This was Advanced Physics right?
He turned around and sure enough, the science posters on the wall and textbooks against the walls were obvious enough. The class itself was in total childish chaos. Sans looked to the tall man at the desk in front, who was furiously scribbling names in textbooks and handing them out to students. The small skeleton couldn't help the sudden heat rise in his cheeks.
The teacher was tall, wearing a dark purple button up and white, fancy gloves along with black slacks and shiny, inky black loafers. There was a large black overcoat hanging up on the wall behind him, his desk neatly in the corner. He was a pale white, smooth features with feint purple undertones. A long dark scar running down from the top of his head, down to his right eye, another one going down his left eye to the underneath of his jaw.
Sans couldn't deny, he was pretty attractive. Shaking himself, he was glad that no one in the class was paying attention to him or even noticed him come in. He made his way to the teacher's desk, waiting until he looked up from a textbook. He seemed flustered, taking the note that Sans had handed him.
"Oh, you must be the new student?" His voice had a strange garble to it, an accent that he couldn't quite place. It was deep and smooth like oil. He checked his roster, writing in a book. ".. Sans, is it? Here's your textbook, and there's a seat right in the back that's open for you."
Sans opened his mouth to thank him, being interrupted by a paper ball hitting the wall next to him. The small skeleton jumped, almost glad he didn't have to speak. He wasn't sure he'd be able to, his heart almost too loud to hear the just as loud classroom around him. The teacher shouted something and stood up, shuffling past Sans to the front. Sans quickly made his way to the back of the class to the corner seat, hoping his face didn't look as blue as it felt.
"Hey, we won't have any of that in this class!" The teacher announced to the class, though, his tone was hesitant. "Trust me, you will have plenty of work to keep you busy. This is an advanced class, after all." His tone hardened with confidence as he began to roll with it. It was clear he was new to this. He turned around, writing his name on the board. Dr. Gaster; underlined Dr. for emphasis. Sans's schedule sheet said Wingdin Gaster.
Dr. Gaster's voice was melodic and hypnotizing to say the least when he began to drone on about the subject of physics and the overview of the class. Maybe it was just Sans, since everyone was nodding off, passing notes, or doodling. He glanced out the window momentarily. On the second floor and right next to the window had it's perks and great distractions. His soul was still beating hard and the heat had only slightly began to fade away.
What was this feeling he had? Sure, he had little crushes before, but nothing like this. He'd heard it before; students having the hots for teachers, teachers having the hots for their students. He also knew that it was wrong. He knew that it wouldn't work. He sighed sadly to himself.
Briiing!
He jumped in his seat. Had he really spaced out the whole class period? Gathering his books in his arms and slinging his book bag over his shoulder, and stood from his seat. He couldn't wait to get home to sleep and get his mind of all of this nonsense. As he was headed to the door, a student carelessly knocked into him, his books and papers falling into a mess onto the floor. No one turned to help, all eager to leave. Sans let out an angry huff, getting on his knees and picking up the papers.
A gloved hand picked up his physics book, and Sans stood. His teacher handed it to him, their fingers brushing against each other momentarily. Sans looked away and blushed shyly. Dr. Gaster was at least a foot, if not more, taller than him. Sans only came to his chest. He almost didn't hear him with how loud his soul had began to beat.
"So, liking your first day here?" He questioned, mumbled, "Sorry, terrible first impression. I promise, this class will be a lot better organized.." He laughed awkwardly, almost forced.
"It's... alright." He realized that was the second time he had said that. Sans chuckled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I don't mind. I like physics. So whatever goes." He shrugged.
"Oh, really?" The doctor took a sudden interest, leaning back against his desk. "I'm glad to see you enjoy it. We'll be doing a lot of projects so-"
The bell rang again, commencing the final end of the day and that the buses were now leaving the building. Dr. Gaster made an embarrassed noise, mumbling something as he hurried behind his desk. The small skeleton seemed to not be phased that he just missed his bus. Sans felt a buzz in his bag, sitting it down to fish out his phone. There was a text from his brother, Papyrus, who was in 2 grades under him.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" It read, "YOU'RE NOT ON THE BUS. HOW ARE YOU GETTING HOME? SAAAANS. -_-" Of course, his brother failed to take off 'all caps'.
He heard the teacher behind him, whining in disappointment. "Ohh, my truest apologies. I caused you to miss your ride home.." The sound of keys jangling made Sans turned his head to the source of all the shuffling. "Do- Do you need a ride? You can call your parents and let them know, I wouldn't want to cause them any stress. Oh, and on your first day too.." He pulled his large overcoat on, swallowing him in a blanket of black. He picked up a suitcase against the wall.
Sans hesitated, blushing a bright cyan. He was offering him a ride? Oh no. Sans wanted to rip out his soul for skipping a beat at this. He looked down at his phone, nodding. What was he doing? Just call Papyrus to pick you up when he gets home!
"Y-Yeah. I don't mind. Thank you.." He mumbled, holding his books tighter to his chest. "I'll let my brother know. Are.. Are you sure this isn't too much? I don't mean to bother you.." He modestly spoke, glancing away.
"I made you late; it's the least I can do." The teacher grinned down at Sans, his smile sharp but sweet. He made his way around the table, waiting for the small student to follow him. He turned the lights off in the class room, closing the door behind them.
Sans could barely still his thumping soul. He waited for Dr. Gaster, the perfect image of a shy schoolgirl who was just handed chocolates by her crush. Sans planned on mentally slapping himself later for how ridiculous it sounded and deny his feelings. The small skeleton wore the school uniform for the girl students, having a dark blue colored one. It was in a sailor style, blue bow in the front and black leggings that hugged just below his patellas. He didn't find this strange. It was a lot easier to get on in the morning, the closest thing to his lazy shorts and t-shirt.
The tall teacher approached him from behind and he almost jumped. Sans looked up at Dr. Gaster, smiling softly. He hoped his cheeks didn't convey his hidden emotions. The teacher gazed back at him with an equally kind smile, walking past him. Sans, flustered at the short but lovely moment of eye contact, hurried close behind him. Dr. Gaster seemed to be quiet for a while, walking down the halls in silence.
"So, you mentioned a brother...?" The teacher mumbled, words jumbled together in that strange accent. He was attempting small talk to break the silence. "Does he go here, along with you? I haven't another skeleton in my classes besides you."
"Oh, Papyrus?" Sans managed to smile, glad his voice didn't crack or stutter. " Yeah, he's the best. I live alone with him, he's all I've got.." Sans shook his head. "Yeah, he goes here with me. He's a few years lower than me, a freshman. I, uh, got held back a few times."
"Held back? Why?" Dr. Gaster inquired, a bit nosily.
"W-Well," He began to stutter in embarrassment, "I'm a lot older than him; I should be out of school by now. I'm just lazy and never did any of the work, heh..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm really hoping that I pass this year, being my last.. I can't afford to be held back another year, you know? I'm going to try." He chuckled, a bit hopelessly.
Dr. Gaster was quiet for a long time, the two of them leaving the front doors of the building. They were headed for the teacher parking lot. The teacher finally spoke, "Well, I can assure you that you will do fine this year. You appear to be a nice student and the teachers here, you will find, are very forgiving." He laughed, more to himself. "I am not so much, but.. I can give you a few projects, on the side.." He muttered to himself.
A few projects, on the side? What was that supposed to mean? Sans's heart was thumping in his chest. They finally arrived at the doctor's car; a dark, small car, one that looked to be an antique kept in nice condition. Dr. Gaster rounded behind the small student, opening the door for him in good manners. Flattered, Sans grinned and slipped into the front seat of his vehicle. Before he forgot, he pulled out his phone again, typing a quick message to his brother.
"sorry. be home soon. getting a ride from someone." It read.
He heard the trunk shut and the driver side door open. The teacher had returned from putting his suitcase in the back, sliding into the seat next to Sans. Sans's breath hitched. It was so strange to be right next to him, so close he could almost lay his hand on his or lean onto his shoulder. He shook himself out of his thinking, looking ahead.
"Okay, so, where are we off to?" The doctor asked. Sans had forgotten that he never told him where he lived. He opened his mouth and, for a moment, didn't know what to say.
"S-Snowdin.." He managed. "I hope that isn't too far.."
"Snowdin?" Dr. Gaster repeated to make sure. "No, not at all. If it means getting you home." Sans's soul fluttered at the sweet remark. "Lucky for you, I know Hotland well. I can bypass the entire place to get to Waterfall." He chuckled, starting the car.
"O-Oh? Do you live in Hotland?"
"Not exactly." The doctor pulled out of his parking space, out of the school proximity. "I used to work there for a very long time. Though, I can't recall ever visiting Snowdin, so you'll have to help me when we get there."
Sans watched the passing scenery of the Capital, all so new to him. "What did you do? I mean, your job."
"Well, I was a scientist." The doctor grinned his sharp smile in recollection. "Hired by the Royal Family, if you could believe it. I was renowned for a long time." His smile faltered and Sans gulped. "There was an accident, though. I got placed out of work in recovery. Now I work here, at the school." He grinned again, flashing it to Sans for a moment before fixing his gaze back on the road.
"Oh, w-wow." He said more to himself incredulously. He shyly glanced up at the doctor. "I'm sorry.. about your accident. I'm glad you're better now." They were now passing by Hotland, starting to get to Waterfall. He was right; it was a shorter way.
The ride from then on was quiet and uneventful. Not that there was a bad mood or anything, just there wasn't anything to say. Sans loved and hated the silence. The feeling of closeness and understanding he had sitting silently beside him, but also the thumping in his soul that failed to quiet down and his flushed cheeks when his gaze would linger too long on the other. Dr. Gaster didn't seem to notice, his eyes focused on the road in front of him. A grunt rose him from his distraction, looking around them. There was snow and they were getting close to Snowdin.
"So, pretty sure this is Snowdin, heh." The doctor mumbled, smiling softly. "What a sweet looking town. Now, where do we go from here, hm?"
"O-Oh, just right there. Yeah, the first house." Sans pointed with a slightly trembling hand to the brightly lit home, warm and cheerful looking. He hummed when he pulled in front of it, shuffling to leave. He hesitated when his hand fell onto the door handle, glancing back at the teacher. "Uhm.. Thank you. For this. I'm sorry I dragged you all the way out here." His voice was small, wavering a bit, threatening to expose his inner emotions.
"No, I really don't mind, Sans." Dr. Gaster spoke, his voice soft as well.
There seemed to be an air of some kind hanging in the car. Sans felt hot and his soul was nearly beating out of his chest. He felt himself lean forward a bit, as did the mysterious doctor. Faces inches apart, he could feel his warm breath on his own cheeks. Leaning a bit more forward, the distance between their lips slowly closing in..
Sans pulled away. He chuckled, empty and nervous, and opened the car door. He pulled himself out of the comfortable, warm car. The cold air was a shocking contrast, causing him to shiver. His back turned, he was unable to see the disappointed expression fall over the doctors face, cheeks a light purple. Sans leaned down, into the open door, stuttering a quick thank you and goodbye. He shut the door and hurried to his house, up to the door. He opened it and quickly shut it behind him.
Once inside, he leaned backwards against the door, gasping as he covered his mouth. His trembling fingers grazed where he felt his teacher's hot breath, where he had almost been kissed. What was going on with him? His soul was still thumping like crazy, causing him to tremble. He could hear noise from the kitchen and forced himself to move. He bee-lined up the stairs to his room. A shout could be heard, welcoming him home and to come down soon for dinner and to tell his brother how his first day was. Sans, for the first time, ignored it and escaped to his room.
The small skeleton fell onto the bed after slinging his bag off and throwing his books onto his dresser, clutching his chest where his soul was, safely behind his ribs. He was trying to control his breathing. Recollections of the previous few moments flashed in his head and he cursed himself. What was he thinking? He blushed in embarrassment. Why had he acted that way? This was all so wrong to be thinking this way; to a teacher, especially. He must have misread the situation. He probably made a fool of himself, leaning in to try and kiss the doctor like that. What was the physics teacher probably thinking right now? He didn't like Sans. He couldn't like Sans. Not the way that Sans had felt towards him.
It was an impossible relationship. It just couldn't happen without putting them both in serious trouble and danger. That is, if the other even felt the same way. Sans knew that was impossible too. He had lots of other students. Why would he take interest in the lazy skeleton who sat in the back who just transferred that day? Sans cursed himself. Why had he let himself fall for someone so impossible and so quick? The next day, he thought to himself, he wouldn't even look at him. He would act like everything was normal, nothing had happened. The feelings he had were null. He wouldn't allow himself to fall into this impossible situation. He wasn't going to risk it.
Sans hadn't even realized his eyes had slipped shut. His breathing slowed and he fell fast asleep. He slept deeply, taking long breaths. Still in his uniform and not even under the mess of covers, he would worry about all of this in the morning. That is, if memories of that handsome doctor didn't plague his dreams first.