You walked into your classroom at least 5 minutes late, panting. You had sprinted down the ball trying to find the classroom. Everyone stared at you.

"Y-you must be (Y-Y/N). I'm y-your t-teacher, Miss A-Alphys. P-Please introduce yourself," a yellow dinosaur said from the front.

"S-sure." You stood in front of the class. "I-I'm (Y/N), as Miss Alphys just said. I used to live here when I was young, but I moved away. Now I'm back and I'm very glad to be home."

"Please take the seat behind Kris. Kris, please raise your hand." A small peachy toned hand flew into the air. You walked over and sat behind her. (Yeah I know in my other book Kris is nonbinary but after reading a lot of stolenpeas ' krusie fic, I stan a trendy female Kris so cred to them)

Kris turned to you and gave you a two-fingered wave. You waved back. She turned back to the front, and you noticed the girl sitting in front of her. It was the same girl from earlier. The lavender skin, the greyish purple curly hair, the indigo cardigan. Once again you felt your cheeks heat up. She chucked a crumpled up ball of paper at your head. You grabbed it and read the message.

I'm already Tracer

You sighed in exasperation, but chuckled a bit to yourself. You pulled out a new piece and quickly sketched the Hit or Miss girl and Big Chungus. You threw it at the girl, and it hit the back of her head. She immediately shot her head back to glare, but I pointed to the floor beside her foot. Her face filled with understanding and she gave me the okay hand symbol. She unraveled the paper and audibly gasped. She shoved the paper in her pocket and ignored you for the rest of class.

Still worth it.

...

You sat down at an empty lunch table with your tray. You poked your plastic spork at the greasy hotdog and wrinkled your nose. You found yourself wishing you had brought a lunch from home. You stood up and started towards the trashcan to discard the food.

"Wait, don't throw that out," a voice called from behind you. You turned around to see the girl from earlier sitting beside Kris. "If you don't want it, then..." You handed the girl the hotdog. "Thanks! I'm Susie by the way. That drawing earlier was pretty impressive."

"Oh, thanks, I guess. It was just a quick sketch. Uh, sorry for bothering you, I'll go back to my seat-"

"Why don't you sit here with us? I'm sure Kris won't mind." As if she had been expecting this, Kris smirked and motioned to a chair across from Susie. Once again, heat blossomed in your cheeks.

"Sure, why not?"