Sans returned home from his morning jog, the cold air of Snowdin clinging to him as he pushed open the door to his house. His breath was visible in the chilly air, but he barely noticed; he was too wrapped up in the pleasant afterglow of his run. His grin stretched wide across his skull.

The house was quiet as he stepped inside, the only sound being the faint creak of the floorboards under his sneakers. He hung his cyan bandana on a hook near the door, pausing for a moment as his gaze drifted down the hallway toward Anon’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and he could see the soft rise and fall of her breathing under the blankets. She was still sleeping.

Sans’ grin widened slightly, a warm and fuzzy feeling spreading through his chest at the sight of her. He didn’t want to disturb her, so he tiptoed past her door.

In the bathroom, Sans quickly showered, letting the warm water wash away the cold of Snowdin. The grin never left his face; if anything, it seemed to grow wider as he thought about the day ahead. He had plans—big plans. And those plans involved tacos!

After drying off, Sans dressed in his usual clothes: a white cardigan over a simple shirt and his grayish pants. He adjusted the cardigan, making sure it was comfortably loose before heading to the kitchen. The house was still quiet as he pulled out ingredients from the fridge, setting them on the counter with practiced ease.

Making tacos was one of his favorite things to do, and he hummed a cheerful tune as he chopped vegetables and seasoned the meat. The sizzle of the pan filled the kitchen, mingling with the delicious smell of cooking food.

As he worked, his mind wandered to Anon. He hoped she’d wake up soon; he’d love to have her join him in the kitchen. It had become something of a routine for them—Sans cooking, Anon helping out with the little things, her presence making the kitchen feel warmer and more lively. He wasn’t sure when exactly it had started, but now he couldn’t imagine making tacos without her or Pap nearby.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. His first thought was Papyrus. He was about to call out to his brother when he glanced up and saw Anon standing in the doorway instead. His grin instantly brightened, his eyelights sparkling turning into stars for a moment.

“Goodmorning, Maiden!” he greeted her. “Just in time. Was about to get started on the tacos. Wanna help me out?”