Heroic Souls (Undertale x BNHA crossover)

a new dream Part 17

No one's pov:

The ecstasy of the real reunion didn't last long, the disapproving stare of aizawa boring into their soul left an uncomfortable air around the three as they walked back to nezu's office where the police were waiting. The only thought in san's head was a burning embarrassment for thinking that his criminal boyfriend would get off scot free once he answered their questions, well he did admit that he worked with one of the most prominent villain organization's rising in the underworld. Though his sentence was significantly decreased considering he did answer most of their questions, still the trial was managed to get pushed up to next Wednesday because the school had made it top priority, and if red plead guilty then he would only have to be imprisoned for about a month at most. In all honesty he sort of felt it was for the best at least he knew that they weren't on the run and he wouldn't put san's life, that was relatively stable at this point, in jeopardy. But as red was taken away he felt a ping of sadness,  

 i mean he could visit and he hadn't been with red for almost all the 4 months that he had been here, 4 now that November had started, but snapped out of his compilation of life as aizawa started talking on their way back to the car " how did you meet that kid?" the question was worded as angry or unapproving but it definitely had that tone "i-ummm met him when i was tampering with a 'door' over in Alaska and ran into him, we moved here together, but got separated after the plane and this city is Hella big, and having to learn a new language kinda hinder our progress in finding each other" a calculating look grew on what little you could see of his face, his arms knit themselves together in front of his chest as best they could "sure" was all he said before he walked away. A few days passed and soon school started back up though no one really knew how, considering aizawa's current state, but whatever, he came to the class anyways, be it a little later than usual, and started explaining that day's lesson. In all honesty, Sans couldn't say he had trouble concentrating, and his thoughts seemed to be in order for this class, but with all the textbooks the students had RED,ha, he was starting to drift, so he gave up and did.

Aizawa's pov

Sans was hard to read. I couldn't tell if the story that he had told was a lie, i mean he seemed pretty dead set on it but still. The way he added detail seemed fake, and he did seem pretty proficient in Japanese though it could be from real world practice, but I digress. Red was another concern of mine, why do they look so similar? And why did he admit to everything so easily? Did he have no sense of confidentiality? He was utterly stumped by the too of them, but he had learned some things, first there from Alaska, which honestly was a little more than suppressing, but with my years as a pro I was easily able to keep the surprise off my face, the bandages might have helped just a little. Second, they have the same quirks, this is not normal. It's unnerving for different people to have the same abilities, i mean yes there are more than one person with an ice quirk, or a fire quirk but they all have different variations but these two have almost exactly the same abilities, and the fact that there's more then one id unusual, it can't be a coincidence. And finally third, sans is trustworthy,

 i don't really care what the others say about his affiliations with the LOV of his unknown past, but the kid has lived in my house for the last 4 months, and the short span of time has told me leagues of his loyalty, a loyalty that would never shatter, even if the pressure of the world was place on it, he can be trusted. I let a sigh escape my mouth, god... another damn problem child to deal with, it's like I'm a babysitter, I groan, why do I do this to myself. The door squeaked as the hinges leaned open hazachi sat in the corner of the cramped hospital room, technically I'm not supposed to be out or anything, but the school managed to cox the staff to let it slide. I rested my hand on my husband's shoulder, he didn't stir, but the comfort of him being here was enough, I kissed his forehead. The loud blond did stir at this, his eyes opening and blinking away the sleep from them, he started to sign poorly while putting in the hearing ads from the other counter. 'So what's up?' i managed to make out from the clumsy one handed sign, but he finally got the hearing ads in so i could just talk considering i couldn't really move my hands ."san's friend, red, answered the questions truthfully,

 he got his trial on next Wednesday" there really wasn't much to say on the topic of red other then the fact that he is a criminal. "Oh... ok? Anything else to report on'' he made a mock salute "well schools starting back up soon and i'll be discharged by then" my discharge dat being about 2 days from now, unless something comes up "so that's good, nezu is also thinking about the dorm idea that vlad posed, it would only be for the hero course at first though an our apartment would be basically useless, other then for shinsou be he would just come to the dorms anyways" hizashi didn't say much for about a minute after "shota, im worried about him" "who?" "ALL OF THEM!!" i quickly used my quirk to keep the volume down " i mean, there was that blood thing with sans, and we don't even know what the deal with 'red' is" he made air quotes '' shinsou is talking more, yes, but i can still hear his nightmares through the walls and that says something considering my hearing" truthfully i had heard the thrashing around and slight murmurs to occasional screams from shinsou's room "it hasn't been that long since we got him out and i know that he remembers as clear as day, 

hell I've heard sans have nightmares too!" at this point hazashi had tears pricked in the corners of his eyes. Yes shinsous situation was dire, but that was 2 years ago, though i couldn't really comment on sans we had only known him for 4 months though by the way he moves, as it he's always expecting the worst it couldn't have been good. I hugged him as best i could my own eyes slightly swelling, not that i would ever admit it, but i loved those kids. soon he fell asleep seemingly drained from either the rant or just waking up in the first place, i also found my place on the light blue bed though it was a little difficult considering the lack of arms and full range of vision soon i was asleep, but the world seemed the same the my eyes felt open, but i knew i was asleep, this has happened before but never so vivid, i turned my head but it didn't go along instead my eyes drifted as if they weren't attached to me. Hazashi wasn't there but something replaced him in the chair. At first my confusion was my only emotion but I realized in a matter of seconds what I was looking at and it horrified me. 

I often had nightmares about that day and that boy but i have never really seen him, but not he was stark, the blood clotted in his almost white blue hair that, instead of being it's normal floaty self, was plastered down on slick, sickly colored skin, his arms were at painfully awkward angles with bone sticking out from the wrist of one, his legs were bend not human bent but more like an insects, where they stick out to the sides. His clothes were nothing but rags and he had a deep gouge in his chest, and the veins in all his appendages including his face and what I could see of his chest were so visible that I swore some were on the outside. I cried, I sobbed as I looked on with guilt and horror, I was sorry, I am, but the feeling that I caused this just won't go away, I loved him. Why would I purposefully do that? But the little thought in the back of my head that kept pestering me, saying that i did mean to, just wouldn't go away no matter how much i talk to the therapist, or how many antidepressants i take, it won't go away. I woke with a startle as hazashi gently shook my leg, being fearful that him touching my shoulder would hurt or cause problems or something. "you were crying" he said plainly but his voice betrayed the concern " i had a dream of him, and i couldn't move, all i could do was look, and god, hazashi, it was gruesome" i whipped haphazardly as he hugged me, got his was going to be the longest week of my life. 

sorry it was kind of short I haven't really been that motivated to do it :')