When Sakura Blooms [Undertale Fanfiction/SansXFrisk]

Chapter 12: Reflective Mirror

Frisk cheerfully dragged Sans back to their classroom with pleasant smiles on their faces. Even when they knew their entering once again, a judgemental environment but at the time they couldn't care less because they had eachother.

Chara already left the scene but the silent whispering chatters still lingered and grew more when the two came in the room.

Their unfinished meals was left exposed on the desk, the two sat back down as if nothing happened and they both finished their lunch much better than when they left.

The day went by, other than the unwanted visitation that was all there is to this wednesday's story. 

Sans shifted his head to the girl that sat beside him, "Ey, Frisk, I was just thinking why is that guy even botherin' ya?"

Frisk bit her bottom lip, thinking exactly why, she didn't think much of yesterday's meeting as a big deal at all.

"Remember when I didn't get to bring my drink last lunch? So in pure coincidence I saw him by the same vending machine, I thought he was just alright, a little annoying. Yet he just flat out insulted me, it's quite patronising the way he talks." 
She explained as briefly as she could.

Sans raised a none existent eyebrow, "Then he just decided to start pestering you?" Frisk only nodded in reply.

After a sigh, she looked up the ceiling and thought to herself. Should I give him a piece of my mind? Make it absolutely clear I'm not interested at all?

"Sans, I dont even know what to do about it, I want nothing to do with it." She scratches the back of her hair causing a stressed bunch of hair to form.

"Hey, don't worry about it too much. If he tries anythin' weird your pal is right here."
Sans gives her a reassuring version of his permanent smile. 

"Thanks, skeleton man." 
She returns a pleasant smile.

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Dark eyes stared back at him, the lip twitching in distaste and infront of the mirror he sees himself. 

This isn't me, I look pathethic!

Who are you?

I am Chara Dankworth, the best of the best. 

After the internal pep talk, he fixed his tie with his delicate fair hands. He took his leave from the men's room and strutted to his classroom, surely the event has crawled it's way to their section by now. 
Now he just have to be unaffected.

Be nonchalant and proper as you've always been, Chara. 

As he entered his classroom and sat on his chair people have already started flocking. "What was that all about?" A classmate asked.

"Just saying hello to new friends. Just had a little misunderstanding is all, a small arguement nothing much." 

Another perked up, "Are they being rude to you, Chara?" 

He bit a sigh away, "I can handle them."

"Mm, I see. Guys it was just some banter! Just some friends." Like a spokesman someone announce it to the class to quickly fix Chara's reputation. 

The crowd dispersed, some nodding here and there. That easily they've settled on their chairs. Only one group of girls stayed whispering and snickering to eachother. 

Chara felt a hand on his shoulder, hands familiar with it's overly decorated nails. 
"Yo! Why don't you come with us again let's go singing." 

"C'mon, I also wanted to make it up to you because of the chocolate earlier." The same girl continued.

Chara tightened his lip, "I-"

Honestly he was not in the mood at all, he just wants to go home and focus at himself, maybe a rest for once.

He looked at the other gals, he took a deep breath, he knew he needed to show he was alright even after the debacle at Frisk's classroom. 

"Sure, that would be lovely."

A gleaming smile was evident on their faces, "Yay! Alrighty~" They cheered.

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This chapter, is shamefully short but hey hey hey I got some good ol' plans next chapter so I decided to cut it here.

I may have just not cared about continuing this but I'm back atleast for a good while.