Not a Hero, Not a Villain (Undertale x My Hero Academia)

Chapter 11

Forest training. Fucking kill him. As Sans let his bag thud to the ground next to his feet, he groaned. Bug bites. Annoying howls. Sleeping in an uncomfortable bag. Trying desperately to not strangle the snoring teacher only four feet away from him. That was going to be his future over this training period.

Because of all of the attacks, and because of the guys proposal for turning sides, Sans was forced to accompany the students despite being promised he didn't have to when he first started as the substitute teacher. Don't get him wrong, he loved those little fuckers, but he hated camping. Hated anything that dealt with that. The closest Sans came to ever willingly camp was falling asleep at his post.

Nuh uh. He didn't want to do this. Maybe he should just become a villain so he could not do this. Anything but this. Just for however long this would take. Then he could go back to paying off his debts.

Because of the villain league, the trip was even moved up a year early. When Sans has asked, awkwardly, if it was sorta kinda maybe his fault, the principal didn't even hesitate. "Yes it is." God damn it.

"How long do you think it will take the students to find their way here?" Aizawa asked Sans.

Now with less bandages donned on his head, finally making him look more human than mummy, Aizawa carried his own two bags full of clothing and preparation for their trip. A requirement for him, too. At least they'd suffer together.

"Couldn't get your wife to come?" Sans asked, pointing at his chest. "Because I can happily switch with her -"

"No you can't. Trust me, we tried that."

It was unfair, really. How come the person who hated camping had to come, but the woman who adored camping was not allowed to come? Aizawa's wife should have been here instead. She adored it. He swore silently at the answer. It was almost perfect.

"And, uh, I'm assuming maybe... they'll get here tomorrow," Sans said. "Except for Bakugou. He'll be here in probably five minutes."

"What about Todoroki and Deku?"

"Oh those two will be making out. C'mon, did you see how nice they dressed up for their date? It was adorable man. They're in love."

Before he could muster up a pun, one of the heroes that ran the training camp dropped a full on grill in front of the teacher and teacher aid. The large man looked down at them, holding out two pairs of slotted pancake turners. He practically loomed above the two of them, as if ready to utterly crush them with his height alone.

Even in another body, Sans was shorter than other people. Curse this world.

"Hurry up unpacking, teaches, as we gotta hurry and make the kids dinner."

"I have a skele-ton of skills, but uh... cooking ain't one of them," Sans mumbled, poking at the stick.

"Aren't you expecting some of them to get here by lunch?" Aizawa asked the man, taking one of the two objects from his hands.

"Please, have you seen those kids?" The man chuckled, tossing the other pancake turner to Sans, who fumbled before dropping it. Not a good catcher. "They won't be getting here until dinner."

Just as he said that, a loud explosion went off in the forest. It made the grounds shake, causing everyone to stop talking and look over. Followed by another explosion.

"Is that a villian attack?" The Pussycat next to Sans said, quickly glancing around.

"No, worse," Aizawa said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's Bakugou."

Yup. They could tell by the roar of battle and determination when another explosion went off, followed by smaller explosions, that it was their beloved blonde haired crazy student. And that he was getting rapidly closer.

"Yeah, dude, you didn't factor in Bakugou's urge to look cool in front of me," Sans chuckled.

As he expected, Bakugou practically burst in through the treeline, another explosion signaling how he used his quirk to practically fly at full speed to the campsite. He was sweating hard, but the moment he saw he arrived, he puffed up his chest and pretended he wasn't extremely out of breath as he walked forward.

"How was the first training exercise?" Sans asked him, arms crossed as he watched the teenager walk towards him.

"Pft, easy," He said casually, despite frantically panting for air. "I could do it again. Hell, I want to do it again."

Testing him on his actual desire for that, Sans held up his hands. "Well, kiddo, I can port ya back to where the bus was stopped and -"

"No, no, I'm good!" Bakugou quickly defended himself. "I want food!"

Quickly regaining himself from shock, the Pussycat man quickly pushes both Sans and Aizawa towards the grill. "We already have a student back! So you guys should get cooking right away!"

"Wait, they're making me lunch?" Bakugou asked, though he only pointed at Sans.

"Either that or I can make your lunch, I mean I was trained -"

"Sans!" Bakugou's face turned to a sharp smile as he pointed at the assistant teacher. "I want her to cook it for me. Uh... please."

Sans shrugged. Yeah, he knew Bakugou only really liked hanging out with Sans compared to everyone else in the classroom. It was pretty obvious with how he was always trying to protect him, impress him, and just be around him. Not a crush anymore, thankfully they settled that out, but there was definitely some type of love or appreciation there. And, judging from what little homelife Sans has seen from Bakugou, he might be the only adult role model the poor kid can actually go to with problems. Heavens knew All Might was only a model for the T.V, and his parents certainly didn't have good advice.

"Sure thing, kiddo," Sans said.

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Both of them stared at the pile of food on the grill. More equatable to ash than anything edible.

"Yeah... Paps was the cook, not me," Sans mumbled, scratching the side of his face.

Noticing Sans standing there awkwardly, Bakugou immediately snatched the plate to try and eat. The skeleton turned human stopped him quickly.

"Yer think a pizza would be delivered out here?" Sans asked, holding up his phone. 

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