Time Takes All (challenge complete)

Story 9: three years later

The Pic above is to let you know what Sans's college room looks like. Can anyone guess what college room its based off of? :{)

Sans was having trouble breathing. He blamed his nerves for that.

But then again, who wouldn't be nervous at their college graduation?
He had troubles with his college graduation robes. They were a bit too big for him, despite him growing a few inches over the years. He never really measured himself, but he could now come up to Papyrus's shoulder blade instead of his rib-cage. However, that did not mean that he was big enough for the robes he borrowed from his brother.

The sleeves drooped over Sans' phalanges, and the yoke of the robe slightly hung off his shoulders, making him look like a child trying on adult clothing. Even the hat was the slightest bit too big, with one of the corners sliding down his skull and becoming all crooked. No matter how many times he would straighten it, one of the sides would ever so slowly fall until he looked like someone that could care less about his appearance at the graduation.

He was, once again, attempting and failing to straighten his hat in the small mirror of his college room to look at least presentable to the other college students and their parents, when he heard a knock on his door.

"It's open." Sans said, too busy trying to fix his hat to make a pun. Even a bad one.

He heard he doorknob twist and click, and the door creaked open. In the reflection of the mirror he could see that his visitor was Frisk. She was dressed in her graduation robes as well but, unlike Sans's, hers fit her very well, with only the sleeves drooping slightly over her thin knuckles.

Sans, not expecting Frisk to visit, quickly turned around, clumsily knocking off some of the items on the desk underneath. Quickly, Sans tried to catch them in midair, but only succeeded in knocking them away and making a slightly bigger mess.

Frisk giggled slightly, unable to hide the fact that her surprising Sans was a bit funny to her. Sans couldn't help but blush in embarrassment, his hand moving to the back of his head to rub it, which was a classic nervous twitch. But in doing so, he accidentally hit his hat, which he had spent so long to try and balance perfectly so it wouldn't tilt, and it quickly flopped over and covered his right eye. Frisk giggled again. Sans pouted, frustration building within his chest.

"Having trouble?" Frisk said in a slightly sarcastic tone.
"Yes." Sans replied, pudding out the right side of his cheek bone. People have asked him how he can puff out his cheeks if he's made of bones, and he would simply say "magic."
Frisk giggled again, and attempted herself to fix his hat, however it simply slipped back down. She tried again, and failed. Tried, failed. Tried, failed. Sans stayed still, continuing to pout.
Frisk was focusing so hard on making his hat straight that her tongue was sticking out and her eyes were narrowed in concentration. Sans wouldn't admit it, but she looked really adorable with that look.
It was awhile before Frisk finally gave up, and took a step back. She reached into her sleeve and, after fumbling for something, undid a safety pin that was keeping her left sleeve rolled up. The sleeve tumbled down and covered her entire hand, and she quickly clipped it to Sans's hat, making sure to not poke him with it.
Frisk once again straightened Sans's hat back into place, however it stayed straight instead of falling back over Sans's eye.
"Wow. Thanks Frisk." Was Sans could say, happy that his hat was finally wearable for him.
"No problem." Frisk replied, giving Sans a small smile. Sans remembered that smile, because it always made the people around her feel appreciated, like they had someone that would listen and care about them. But it meant something else to Sans. He wanted to tell her what her smile meant to him, when he remembered a question that he meant to ask her awhile back.
"Frisk, why are you here at my dorm?"
Frisk's eyes widened in realization, and screamed out "we're late!"
Without an explanation, Frisk grabbed Sans's hand and pulled him along to their graduation ceremony.

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Just a little fluff chapter. :) More important stuff will happen next one.