Multiversal Star - Masculine Reader

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Chapter Six

Things, for some reason, had been going by quite oddly. M/n was still confused as to how there was SNOW in the underground... and Sans, the way he had acted when he'd first approached him and Frisk. It was like Frisk had been down here before... 

M/n had been so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed all of the progress him and Frisk had made. Frisk, growing agitated, picked up some of the snow from the ground, compressed it into a mis-shapen ball, and forcefully threw it at their older brother's face. 

"Ack!" M/n gasped from how hard the snowball had hit his face and he stumbled backwards. "What the hell, Frisk!?" 

Grumbling curses under his breath, M/n shook his head and wiped the snow from his face. He blinked twice and looked over his shoulder; Sans was there. 

"Oh, hey, Sans." He said simply, trying to get rid of the coldness that his face was feeling, not bothering to notice that the skeleton had randomly appeared just in time to catch him from falling into the snow. 

"Heya, M/n." Sans' bony hands held M/n by the waist for maybe a second too long, making sure that the boy wouldn't fall. 

Though the act was friendly, M/n couldn't help but blush slightly in response. He hoped to not dwell on it, knowing that Sans had only held him by the waist for the sake of his balance. During this moment, M/n was slightly appreciative of Frisk having thrown the snowball at his face--nobody could tell if his face was red from being flustered or from the cold! 

"Wait a minute-" M/n paused, his e/c eyes locking onto Frisk's face. "Why did you hit me in the face with a snowball?!?" 

Frisk was surprisingly sassy for a child who was very kind. "You were disassociated for the rest of the way here! I couldn't get your attention!" 

"Well- *ACHOO!* dammit, Frisk!" M/n sneezed suddenly and this time, sadly, Sans did not move to catch him. 

The skeleton's eyelights seemed to brighten at the annoyed look on M/n's face, and his everlasting smile grew a bit. M/n looked up at him, not moving from the snow. He had a silly pout on his face, and he groaned as Sans started chuckling at him. 

"Not funny, Sans!" M/n muttered, glaring up at him. 

"Chill out," Sans responded, still chuckling a bit, "and, hey, don't ya think it's a bit too early for you to be falling for me?" 

Sans was very amused by the reaction he'd received. 

"OH MY GODS." M/n was quick to sit upright in the snow, his glare back on Frisk, who was not even trying to hide the look of amusement on their face. "get him." 

With a silent laugh and a quick thumbs up, Frisk bent down to grab more snow and compressed it into a small ball so they could throw it at the short skeleton. Frisk held their hand out for M/n to take as Sans got smacked in the face(? Skull?) with snow. 

"Hey, that was uncalled for!" He scoffed, wiping away the snow.  

"quit flirting with my brother, you ketchup-loving weirdo!" Frisk signed. 

Sans gasped mockingly and put a hand over his chest- ribcage? in offense. "Well, I never!" 

M/n sneezed again. He crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow at Sans. He wasn't very amused, even though his heart was racing and his face was flushed. M/n thought he saw Sans' cheekbones dust a little bit of blue, but who knows? M/n's probably going to catch a cold. 

Sans, after a moment, sighed. "Sorry, sorry- if ya want, you can have my jacket until we get you some warmer clothes?" 

M/n tilted his head, "flirting with me, then offering me your jacket? You got a crack in your skull, Sans?"