Cross sans! ×

It's been a while since you moved from your home country…
You had arrived at that place for a school internship, and although you were initially excited, everything changed when you were told you would be sharing a room with someone. Not just anyone… but Cross Sans. From the first day, his mere presence made you nervous. There was something about him—that empty gaze, his low tone, that dark energy that seemed to envelop him—that made you feel he was hiding more than just simple secrets. You almost never spoke. Your eyes barely met, and when they did, you felt as if he could see right through your expression. Cross, for his part, didn't say much; he simply observed you out of the corner of his eye, as if he were assessing whether he could trust you… or whether he should keep his distance. That night, the atmosphere was more tense than usual. You were lying back on the sofa, the glow of your phone reflecting in your eyes, trying to distract yourself from the uncomfortable feeling caused by the skeleton who shared your roof. The sound of his footsteps was almost imperceptible at first, until you saw him approaching.