Heroic Souls (Undertale x BNHA crossover)

FATHER part 20

yoooo guess what? I'm back B) i was gonna attempt to rewrite it all but i genuinely could NOT get through my cringe grade 6 writing soooooo here is a new part ig (also new design?! sorta, i tried to keep it generally the same butttttt it needed an update :') ) no beta we die like papyrus, sooo correct me for any spelling stufs :DD

When I walked in I noticed the many pairs of shoes on the rack, there were a pair of combat boots, purple slides, black seemingly platform runners, as well as a full variation of red shoes from rain boots to a tall high heel, i puzzled in my mind who those could possibly be for. "So uhh who are you again?" the guy asked, i got a slight tick at his inability to recall, that we had, in fact, not shared names yet

 "hello my name is Shoto Todoroki,i go to UA highschool and am currently enrolled in classroom 1A'' he doesn't seem that surprised, as if he already knew, though an eyebrow raised at the formal tone " okayyy" he glanced to my feet, still securely in their shoes "then just take your shoes off there" he pointed to the rack, and in turn the slip on foam slides next to it "and have a seat" he continued as his hand made a sweeping gesture towards the two couches that were in the middle of the living room. 

"Why are you here?" red didn't seem that curious per say, more generally nonchalant or annoyed. He dropped heavily down onto a plush yellow loveseat his foot resting on the small coffee table before sans swatted it down "i was suspicious when sans was continuously late and i thought that he might be contacting villains'' 

this seemed to catch the pair off guard for a split second, a poorly held in laugh from 'Red' turned his face the colour of his name, sans looked at him with a quick face of judgement before turning back to me with a slight smile on his face, not one of condescension, but rather one of fondness "well you were half right" sans remarked calmly, as if aware what my reaction will be, and he wasn't even wrong as shock and confusion resonated through me "how was I right, I thought you were meeting with villains!" I put my arm up to my side in a debate-like manner. 

Red raised a lax hand and stated "well dude, I am, in fact a villain on parole" he snickered as he used his hands to exaggerate the insanity of this statement, fanning them out in a jazz gesture. I could tell by their amused faces that my own face was scrunched up in disbelief and distrust, a stark difference to my normal monotone expression.

 I honestly hadn't expected this revelation from the pair. Another striking issue presented itself in my mind as i looked around the lived-in space "do you two live together? Considering it would be illegal to release a adolescent offender without a solidly structured home" i word vomited out the information which seemed to place an amused look on their faces "well yes" he smiled "we also live with my fosters, and their kid" oh, I had no clue that sans was a foster child, but really it made sense in all actuality, truthfully i wasn't even aware he had siblings.

 I scowled at my own theories that seemed to be false "that makes more sense, I suppose" I said in turn. Red sighed as he glanced towards the childrens sonic watch strapped to his wrist then looked back at me "you can stay for a movie if you want" he offered the invitation, while somewhat reluctantly, with a slight smile. 

I agreed with hesitance, I was never allowed to watch many movies, just the few that Endeavour had put on when someone was coming over and he wanted to hold standers, to put up a false image of normality. As I sat on the unoccupied sleek black leather couch, I sunk into the plush worn cushions, my weight producing an unexpected jingle from the piece of furniture. 

My hand squished the cushion as I scooted over, and as I plunged my hand in between the folds, it came back with a handful of loose change and a few miscellaneous trinkets, buttons, pencil nubs, and a little mini plastic bone that looked like it came from the arm of a poor Halloween decoration. No one seemed to notice the handful of coins and couch treasures so I placed them down on the mahogany coffee table with a clatter and clinks.