•Frisk x Sans Oneshots• ~REQUESTS CLOSED~ ~ON HIATUS~

[Undertale - Frans Week #3 - Puns]

   It's short and rushed, but in my defense, I write these around 2 AM and I'm very tired.

   Also, High School AU! Yay!

Frisk P.O.V.

   I like you a latte. - Your Secret Admirer

   That's all the sticky note said, accompanied by a chai tea latte. Such a small thing, causing so much chaos.

   All of my friends went insane, trying to figure out who put the slip of paper on my desk. I merely stared in confusion. Who would write this?

——

   Okay. Another one. In my locker this time.

   I picked off the bright pink paper.

   I'm fortunate to have met you. - Your Secret Admirer

   And a fortune cookie on the side.

   I studied the note curiously, intrigued. I wanted to know who this mystery person was. All I knew was that they liked me, and we've met before.

——

   Walking into my Chemistry classroom, I accidentally bumped into someone on the way to my seat. "Oh, sorry!"

   Looking up, I realized who it was. Sans Gaster. My crush. Lovely.

   "It's okay." He chuckled, almost nervously. I simply blushed in response, both of us hurrying to our spots.

   Professor Gaster, Sans' father, began role call. As the skeleton rattled off my classmates' names, I noticed another vibrantly-colored sticky note poking out one of the pages of my textbook.

   Flipping to the particular page, the heading showed that it was of magnets.

   Seems like we're magnets, because you're attracting me. - Your Secret Admirer

         P.S. Hint: What's the first rule of magnets? It's a clue to who I am. :)

   "Hm..." I hummed. A hint, alright. Magnets have to be polar opposites to attract, right? So they're-

   "-isk Dreemurr." A pause. "Frisk?"

   My head snapped up. "Ah-, here!" I called, a bit red from embarrassment. A low chuckle came from across the room.

   Where was I..? Oh yeah, they're my opposite. Interesting.

   I smiled at the sweet notes, all collected in my binder.

——

   I stepped through the crowded halls of high school. Only one earbud was in, playing my playlist labeled "lovesick <3". I hummed along to one song.

   Which nearly masked the "Hey," from Sans as he passed by.

   Startled, I barely registered what he said in time. Is he talking to me? He's talking to me!

   "H-Hi!" I stammered.

   The popular jock flashed me a charming smile before continuing on his way.

   What was that?

——

   Alright, this is getting ridiculous.

   The notes were piling after a couple of weeks.

   I fall for you a lily more, each day. - Your Secret Admirer

   A flower.

   We must have this class together, because we have chemistry. - Your Secret Admirer

   Stuck to the side of my lab desk.

   You're sweet like candy! <3 - Your Secret Admirer

   A lollipop.

   You're pre-tea cute, heh. - Your Secret Admirer

   A teabag.

   And many more. All of these subtle hints and I couldn't figure out who this stranger was! The only notable information was that they were in my Chemistry class. Which narrowed it down to about eighteen people.

   Ten of those people I haven't really met, so I crossed them out as unlikely to be this person. Two were taken by other people, so it couldn't be them. Two more were my close friends, Mettaton and Napstablook. Mettaton was interested in another person, and I doubt Napstablook was bold enough to do this.

   That left four possible people, assumingly.

   Alix Fendet, Monster Kid, Sans Gaster, and Keira Willow. I'm convinced Sans was only included because of my own longing. However, I was a step closer in the right direction, I suppose.

——

   At this point, saying hello to Sans became a daily routine. A small wave or verbally, we always managed to catch each other's eye.

   Except for today, where I've supposedly decided to run into him again. The binder held under his arm fell, spilling a few of its contents.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" I apologized. He shrugged it off, saying it was okay.

   I was about to pick up the binder when I saw the pad of familiar vibrant sticky notes, a diverse sort of colors as well.

   Wait...

   I tied two and two together. Sans' face only confirmed my suspicions. "You..?"

   He froze in a panic. "Can... Can we talk about this a-after school?"

   Still in shock, I nodded. He rushed off.

   ... What just happened?

——

   The last bell could not come faster, with my idea buzzing in my head. The cool bottle of soda was fiddled within my hands.

   The moment I heard the bell strike, I darted outside, looking for Sans. He wasn't difficult to find.

   The first thing I did was shove the Crush Orange soda into his hands, blurting out, "I got a crush on you!"

   Sans was shocked once again, opening the bottle on instinct. The carbonation was too much, and fizz spilled over. He burst out laughing.

   Red painted my face as I tried to defend myself. "I-I was nervous, okay?"

   He calmed down a bit, cheekily replying. "I'm lucky I took Chemistry and not Fizz-ics this semester, huh?"

   I stared at him, turned my heel, and just walked away.

   "I- pft- Wait, Frisk!"

   It's rushed, but it's done. I like the idea, though!

   Now I'm heading off to bed, see ya.

~Vie
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