You have one voicemail from: Nagito Komaeda

Sans read that message once.

Then twice.

And one more time.

Just to make sure he read it correctly, since it didn't seem like that was an actual message he would receive from Nagito. His hands shook as he held his cell phone, his body cradling it. Nagito must've called him while Sans was practicing the saxophone. The music he was playing was probably loud enough that Sans didn't notice that his phone vibrated.

"Ooh, looky that! You got a voicemail, Sans! Are you gonna listen to it? I so do want to hear what it says!" Papyrus said behind him, looking over Sans' shoulder. "And it's from Nagito! Don't you have a super hot crush on the human?"

Sans swiftly put his phone in his hoodie pocket, turning around to glare at his brother. He chuckled nervously, laughing off the fact that he was panicking over that voicemail. "Y'know that's private stuff, Papyrus. It's not cool to snoop around people's stuff," He sniffed the air, gasping dramatically. "Papyrus, I think you're burning the pasta!"

"Oh dear, oh dear!" Papyrus cried and dashed off into the kitchen to save his dinner from impending doom.

Papyrus wasn't making any pasta.

Sans ran up the stairs to his room, slamming the door behind him and locking it tight. He leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor with a quiet thump. There, he took out the phone from his pocket, once again staring at the message display.

You have one voicemail from: Nagito Komaeda

Sans didn't know what to do. Why did Nagito call him, instead of texting him? Last night, they had been chatting away until the early morning hours. The conversation wasn't even bad - it was about ice cream flavors for Pete's sake!

Sans, on the night of that party, you said to yourself that you're going to make Nagito your boyfriend. Right now you're letting your fears and anxieties get in the way of your goals. You can do it, Sans! Come on!

The pep talk kind of helped, but it didn't stop Sans' nervous shaking. With a few swipes, he went on his voicemail app and pressed on the option to listen to Nagito's voicemail. He made sure the volume was low enough so that if Papyrus was trying to eavesdrop, he couldn't.

'You have one, new voicemail.' The phone said, then beeped.

"Hey Sans! It's me, Nagito. Listen, I wanted to know if you were busy or not today. I thought it would be a great idea this evening to go get some ice cream. It'll be the two of us. You talking about marshmallow ice cream gave me cravings. Give me a call back when you can!"

Oh no.

Oh no?

Oh yes.

"Nagito...asked me out on a date?" Sans squealed with joy and raised his arms above his head. "Nagito asked me out on a date!"

"Oh he did? That's great to hear Sans! By the way, I wanted to let you know that the pasta is fine. Thanks for telling me about it!" Papyrus shouted from the kitchen.

He was still looking for that pasta. Where could it have possibly gone?

Sans ignored what Papyrus had told him. He didn't even hear him. Sans was so preoccupied with excitement he didn't even notice that Papyrus had said something to him. So many thoughts were going through his head. What to wear? What kind of ice cream he should get? If this was really a date and totally not two bros just hanging out platonically?

"Shit, I have to call back!" Sans said, grabbing his phone a little to eagerly and dialing Nagito's phone. The phone rang, and a second later, Sans heard the voice of his crush.

"Heeeyy, Sans! How's it going?" Nagito said, a small laugh. Sans froze a moment, his heart skipping a beat over how cute Nagito's laugh was.

"Good, good. I, uh, I got your message about meeting up from ice cream. I was supposed to work at the hot dog stand at the Waterfall tonight, but I can skip that shift for tomorrow." Sans replied, toying with his hoodie zipper.

Nagito laughed once more. "Are you sure you can do that? I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

Sans nodded his head. Then he realized that Nagito couldn't see him nodding, so he replied with a stammered mess of a 'yeah it's okay'.

"Perfect! How does seven sound?"

The skeleton read the time on a clock he had hung up on his wall. Seven was only an hour away. That should be more than enough time to get dressed up for the date. "Yeah, seven's great. I'll see you then."

"I'll see you in a hour. Adios, Sans."

Sans ended the call, letting out a sigh of relief. At least for most of the call, he didn't sound like a total idiot. Nagito's voice made him feel all kinds of funny things. Suddenly his phone vibrated.

He was receiving another phone call from Nagito. "H-hello?"

"Hey Sans, it's me Nagito again. I just realized that we didn't say where we were going to meet. Sorry about that." Nagito said, laughing once more. The laugh this time sounded more embarrassed.

"You're fine. I guess we're both a little too eager for ice cream. How does The Nice-Cream Typhoon sound?" Sans swallowed, hoping Nagito liked that shop. It was the only decent ice cream shop in town anyway.

"The Nice-Cream Typhoon sounds...pretty nice," Nagito paused, internally beating himself up for making such a terrible pun. "See you then!"

"See you!"

There was click from Nagito's line, and the phone call ended. Immediately, Sans went into 'Date Preparation Mode'.

"So, then I said to him, the reason why skeletons are so calm - is that they don't let anything get under their skin!" Sans finished the story, sticking another spoonful of marshmallow ice cream in his mouth.

Nagito faced palm, groaning with laughter. "Man, that was pretty good. Where do you even get all these skeleton puns?"

"I have a book called '58 Silly Skeleton Puns That Will Tickle Your Funny Bone' that I steal my jokes from. It also helps that I am a skeleton. It's easy to come up with them when I can look at my body."

"Yeah, you got a great body." Nagito said. His face slightly turned red, realizing how that must of sounded. He took a bite out of his own chocolate ice cream, avoiding the intensely blushing Sans.

"Th-thank you, Nagito." Sans mumbled. Does Nagito...like me?

The two finish their ice creams mostly in silence. Awkward attempts of changing the subject failed, as they both couldn't look each other in the eye straight. Sans suggested that they should go for a short walk before parting ways for the night.

So the two set off, taking the long way back to Sans' house. They walked side by side, Sans burrowing his chilly hand bones into his pockets.

"Sans…" Nagito started.

"What is it Nagito?"

"...Can I hold your hand?" Nagito asked, kicking a bit of snow with his converse. Silently, Sans held out his hand for him. Nagito took the skeleton's hand gently, stroking the top of it. "You have such lovely hands."

"Y-you're so kind, Nagito." Sans blushed once more. His heart was pounding wildly. Was all this all happening? Sans thought that he would wake up any minute from this perfect dream. This was all too wonderful.

But, the skeleton was not dreaming, and his hand was being held by his crush, who maybe felt the same way about him.

Soon enough, they were standing on the doorstep of Sans' house, and Nagito was holding both of Sans' hands.

"This is where I live…" Sans trailed off. It was becoming awkward again.

"Yeah, it's a pretty nice place. I'd like to see the inside of it." Nagito smirked.

"N-nagito, don't you think that's a bit lewd?" Sans chuckled nervously. Is he...serious? Oh my god, I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I don't think I can handle sleeping with Nagito…

"Oh, haha. That did sound a little forward. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable," Nagito cleared his throat, composing his thoughts. "Listen, Sans, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you. I really, really -"

"Ilikeyoutoo!" Sans shouted out, squeezing Nagito's hands tightly. "I've liked you for awhile, and I want to go out on dates with you!" He stared down at the welcome mat, his face so hot. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down from his confession. That was not how Sans wanted to ask Nagito out. I ruined my chance.

Wordlessly, Nagito bent down to be at the same height level as Sans, letting go of his hands to cup his skull. He leaned in, kissing the skeleton. Sans blinked, then kissed Nagito back, wrapping his arms around his neck to bring him closer. They made out, kissing each other passionately.

Moments later, Sans pulled Nagito into the house, shutting the front door.

A/N: There will be some fingers in asses in the next chapter. I just need to have the will to write such...art.