Days Until Confession (Sephiroth X Reader | Undertale X Final Fantasy 7)

*You cannot go back.

A familiar warmth heats your body. The sun shines it's golden light out through the stained glass, shading the hall in kaleidoscopic colors. Below the colorful hues, you sit there, next to one of the windows, hugging your legs near your body, asleep. Seems that you've grown a habit to sleep in this position, no matter where you choose to do so. The birds sing their song, marking the arrival of a new day.

"HELLO, HUMAN! ENJOYED YOUR REST?" peeking from the corner of your eyes, you see a tall skeletal figure wearing what appears to be a red scarf. A toothy grin is formed on his skull, waiting eagerly for your response. You sigh in advance.

"Hmm... Yeah-"

"oh sorry, did we disturb your beauty sleep?" Sans, who is standing next to him, interrupted you mid-sentence.

"Oh no, really. Actually, I'm glad that you've awakened me so early, sleeping is just ever-so boring." you answered with your honest opinion about sleeping.

"WELL, THAT'S GOOD TO HEAR. IF ONLY SANS FINDS SLEEPING TO BE BORING JUST LIKE YOU DO. I DON'T GET WHY HE NEEDS TO SLEEP FOR AROUND 16 HOURS A DAY." the way he explained your friend's habit amuses you.

"aww, c'mon now papyrus. it ain't that bad. i mean, it's not like sleeping has once cost me my life." Sans verbally defended himself, his arms shrugging.

"Maybe you've forgotten- like everyone else would, but you nearly got killed thrice or more because you fell asleep during a fight." grinning and eyes widened, you give Sans a terrorizing glare. Oh yeah, everyone nearly forgot about your creepy and enigmatic sense of humor because of how you distant yourself from everyone lately. A hint of irritation was briefly expressed in his eyes.

"Anyway, I need to get going," to avoid being countered by a joke or a pun that will most likely make you feel uncomfortable, you choose to take your leave. Looking back at the skeleton brothers, you see the taller one of the two waving you a friendly 'see-you-later' as you make your way back to the Royal Family's residence while the other one looks like a predator that has just lost its prey.

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The air has noticeably change from being cozy warm to relaxingly cold. After hearing repeated sounds of dropping beads of water, you finally realize that it is currently raining outside. 'Great, guess I'm stuck inside then.' You thought to yourself. Instead of complaining over the subjectively unpleasant weather, you saw it as an opportunity to enjoy a cup of hot tea for the pleasing sensation of being warmed up from the inside. In the kitchen, a teacup filled with buttercup flavored tea was placed on top of the kitchen counter. Next to it is a slice of butterscotch pie sitting on top of a pastry plate, ready to be heated in the kitchen's microwave.

"My child-?" from the gap of the half-opened door that leads to the kitchen, your mother stare right at you. From the look of her eyes, it seems that she needs something.

"Remember the stranger that you brought in yesterday? I need you to do me a favor. Could you please brew a cup of tea and brought it along with a slice of my pie to him?" you wanted to complain and say no, but she would scold you for doing so without proper reason since you've promised her that you'll be responsible over him.

"Ok mom." You finally answered, forced.

"Wonderful. Oh, before that- make sure you change your clothes." She said, leaving the sight afterward. You look down on your clothing: A pair of thigh-high short pants that falls right above your knee, while your torso is covered in a sleeveless shirt that exposes your midriff; something that you would wear before saying goodnight to everyone. To compensate the inconvenience (You don't want to give him the wrong impression), you decided to veil your upper body with the sweater that was tied to your waist, the one you wear every day when there is no special occasion.