From Murderer to Hero - A Dusttale Frans x BNHA Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

UA Sports Festival: The Ultimate Race and Chariot Battle

"'eya kiddo, don't be so nervous," Sans says, walking up to Izuku at the starting line of what looked like a huge obstacle course.

Izuku makes the mistake of looking up and around at all the onlookers cheering him and the oceans of students around him on in the bleachers.  The view only proceeds to make him sweat harder.

"T-there's so many people," Izuku stammers, looking back to Sans.

"yeah, i know right?" Sans says, scratching at his elbow under his dark blue track uniform.  "i just hope none of them take too much notice of me scratching at my bones like i've got a disease on me or somethin'.  the material of this uniform is makin' my bones feel all itchy."

"How do you feel itchy anyway, considering that you don't have skin?" Izuku asks.

"don't worry about that, kiddo," Sans says, patting Izuku on the head.  "focus on what's in front of ya for now."

"Right, the race," Izuku says, taking a deep breath.

At that, Present Mic, up on the announcer's stand, introduces the first competition of UA's Sport Festival.  The Obstacle Course.  It took on the rules of a normal race, but the track itself was anything but.  Present Mic continues announcing the rules of the race, which included no direct usage of Quirks on other students, no cooperation with the intent to help a fellow classmate win, yadda yadda yadda.

"AND OF COURSE, AS LONG AS THOSE VERY SIMPLE RULES ARE FOLLOWED, YOU'RE ALL ALLOWED TO USE YOUR QUIRKS IN WHATEVER WAY POSSIBLE TO GET TO THE FINISH LINE FIRST!  REMEMBER, ONLY THE FOURTY TWO WILL MAKE IT TO THE NEXT ROUND!" Present Mic shouts.  "ALRIGHT!  GET READY!  SET!"

As the students all around them crouch, whether to boost themselves forward with Quirks or just to run, Izuku notices Sans just standing casually and shoving his hands into his pockets.

Oh right, Izuku thinks to himself, realizing why Sans seemed so relaxed.

"GO!" Present Mic then shouts, firing a prop pistol.

The moment the gunshot went off, Izuku dashed forward the fastest he could, hoping he didn't get trampled by the floods of students behind him.

Sans, meanwhile, just snapped his fingers, disappearing.

Teleportation.

On one of the large spectator screens above, Izuku could see Sans appear right in front of the FINISH line and take a casual step over it.

"AND, UH, WE HAVE OUR FIRST PLACE WINNER!" Present Mic shouts.  "SANS WINGDINGS!"

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Aizawa shakes his head in disapproval as he watches Sans teleport all the way to the FINISH line in an instant.

"I thought I told him to hold himself back for the sake of fairness," the teacher grunts, still shaking his head.

"INDEED," All-Might says, also shaking his head.

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A bunch of the onlookers start booing.  Sans just shrugs and grins casually despite the very audible disapproval from the crowd around him, and stands by the finishing line, shoving his hands into his pockets.  Izuku hears Frisk give a small chuckle as she dashes right by him.  He decides to screw saving stamina and breaks out in an all-out sprint.

"AND IT SEEMS OUR STUDENTS ARE APPROACHING THE FIRST OBSTACLE!" he hears Present Mic shout.  "I'M SURE OUR STUDENTS HAD A HARD TIME WITH THE ZERO-POINTER DURING THE ENTRANCE EXAM, BUT LET'S SEE HOW THEY WILL DEAL WITH THREE OF THEM, STANDING IN THEIR PATH!"