I mean, what could go wrong?

Two boys, sharing one room, one of them taking the risk by sleeping a few feet away from potential death.

Literally.

But hey, at least everyone was happy. Kinda.

Death was lying on his bed, at the other side of the room, lied Geno, in a sleeping bag. Turns out Papyrus cleaned the room when Death was away, go figure.

"So..." Geno drummed his fingers against his chest, listening to the soft crickets making noises outside, yes, they were on the surface. "Nice... room?"

"Is that a question?" Death stared at the ceiling, he was glad that it was dark, or else Geno would have seen him blushing hardcore. It wasn't everyday your hot new soon-to-be-significant-other friend sleeping in your own room.

"No?"

"Is that a question?" Death asked again, chuckling slightly at Geno's frustration. 

1 hour after midnight.

None of the boys had fallen asleep yet, it seemed that the awkward tension between them was causing them to not fall asleep.

"Sometimes, I wish that I can touch living things without killing them." Death mumbled, turning his body to face Geno, Geno looked back at him.

"Why?" Geno asked, resting his head on his arm.

"Because sometimes I really wanna touch you," Death smiled. "in the non-dirty way." He added when Geno's eye pupils disappeared and blushed brightly, it was bright enough to be seen.

"Well you can't so, uh, suck on that!" Geno smirked and quieted down after that.

Death grinned one last time before falling asleep, guess that conversation made him sleepy. Geno stared at him before pulling up the bag to cover himself more, he couldn't help but compliment silently how cute Death looked in his sleep.

He fell asleep too.