Our Confusing Love | Crossmare | Finished |

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

Cross was training, early like usual, he was up all night, thinking about Nightmare, and so his form was a bit sloppy. He sighs and stops the training and heard footsteps. He saw something try to grab him, and he quickly dodges to the side, almost stumbling to the ground.

"Good. You should always be on your guard."

The fluffy oreo sighs and turns, seeing Nightmare standing there, with his arms crossed. "Yea.." He murmurs, covering his face, it definitely made him more alert.

He wanted to talk about what happened in the library, like Lust has predicted, he knew nothing about love, or barely anything, he didn't even know the "symptoms" of crushing on someone, what he experienced before, and after that, he figured it was just his mind messing with him. 

"Cross. What happened in the library.. I-" Nightmare sighs, struggling to find the words. "That didn't mean anything, I-I... I was simply... worried about what would happen to you" He says after a moment of silence. However, the first part was a total lie, but the second part, wasn't, at all a lie.

"That's okay boss, I know it didn't mean anything"

Boss..

Why did that hurt? Night wasn't at all a monster that liked lovey dovey nicknames, but was he really that in love with this fluffy oreo, that it hurt to be called "boss" by him? "Please.. Just call me Night.." The octoskele caught the smaller off guard with that, but he just nods. "Okay, Night" He gave a little grin, albeit it sounded weird calling him that, but he was sure he would get use to it at some point.

Cross walks out, to his own bedroom, he saw a fluffy black bathrobe on the bed, he didn't think anything of it as he grabs it and walks to the shower just to clean off.

Later

Cross steps out of the shower and puts on the bathrobe, starting to ponder why the bathrobe was there. Did he forget he put it there? Strange.. He shook his head, he didn't want to waste his time thinking about it.

'Cross look, there's a note on the bed'

Said skele looks on his bed, and picks it up.

'I realized you don't have much of your own clothes, so, here is a bathrobe, just for you. If you ever wish to go shopping for clothes, or need to borrow some, feel free to ask me
-Nightmare.'

Cross stares at the bathrobe, then stares at Chara, before becoming a stuttering, blushing mess.

"Holy shit!"