Little Classrooms

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Cross soon got back to the town, carrying new fruit and vegetable seeds as well as some seeds for unique herbs that were sure to impress Nightmare. Maybe even help him relax! That was the dream.

When he got back to the village, he noticed how oddly silent it was. For a moment, he thought someone had started a raid on the village while he was gone. He was sure he wasn't gone that long! The bandits around there weren't that stupid, were they?

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, he heard loud laughter and giggles. Children usually don't make such noises in a raid, so he left to see what it was. He quickly found to new buildings at the entrance of the forest, each across from each other with the road in between them.

The white clad skeleton went to the left, seeing as it was not only the bigger one of the two, but it was where all the noises were coming from. Quickly, he saw all the children of the village, sitting at simple, long desks. They were happily talking amongst themselves, a few of the other children writing on scraps of paper or in a thin book. Yet, sitting in front of all the chaos, was Nightmare.

Cross felt himself relax as he saw the other, seeing them in front of a sea of children, watching him as he spoke and helped those that called upon him. Night seemed so happy right there, teaching the little ones. It was so beautiful.

"Senpai." He called out, smiling brightly as the room fell into a rather comfortable silence with the other adult looking toward him.

Nightmare blushed a beautiful cyan color as he nodded toward his wonderful blacksmith. He then hurried off to the other, easily navigating the long tables. It wasn't long before the taller monster was comfortably placed in the other's arms.

"I missed you..." The gooey monster whispered shyly, burying his head into the other's neck.

Cross chuckled lowly, a quiet look of lust forming on his face. He then remembered where he was, so he quickly put on a face of love and kindness. Sweetly, he pressed a kiss to the other's cheek, wrapping a firm arm around their waist.

"I missed you too~" He cooed lowly, getting a shiver in return.

Suddenly, Windsor jumped up and rushed to the two adults. He grinned a toothy grin, laughing a little to himself. The other children were soon jumping up as well. Easily, the children were able to push the two adults across the street and into the small cottage.

"Show him around!" Was the only thing Windsor said before slamming the door shut.

The two skeleton's blinked in surprise before laughing at the children's obvious attempt to help the two become more than what they were. Cross rather liked that about the children. They knew he was right for the hurt Nobleman. They knew that he would protect the other better than anyone else would.

"They seemed to have grown attached to you." The blacksmith hummed lowly, looking up to the other.

The Nobleman nodded, looking anywhere but at his lover. Were they lovers? Could he happily call them that?

"Nighty~" The smaller skeleton gently cupped the other's chin, carefully making them look at him. "I'm glad you're closer to town. I want to see you everyday." His words were firm and certain, making that wonderful cyan blush appear.

Nightmare melted into Cross's hand, closing his good eye to enjoy the warmth that flowed from the other. He had decided to that they were lovers. Lovers would only look at each other the way Cross was looking at him. Only lovers would do and say the things that Cross does... Cross was his lover...

The thought made him melt more, causing a deep chuckle to leave the white clad monster's mouth. He didn't need to ask what the other was thinking about to know it was about him. He's been learning how to read the other, and at this point there was almost nothing that Nightmare could hide from him.

"Let's get some sleep, I had a long journey here." He hummed, getting a very enthusiastic nod in return. Cross chuckled again before they turned in for a long nap, Nightmare being the Little Spoon for his white knight.

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