Sans AU One-Shots

Ink || stranger.

Pairing: Ink Sans x Kuudere! Reader
Prompt: Ink comes crashing into your life, and with all the grace of an emotionless husk, you take it in stride - which catches his attention and utter fascination.
Type: Ink shenanigans, meet cute, actually one-shot length lmao
Length: 1.5k words
Background: Kuudere: a character who appears to not have emotions, often stoic and expressionless, and they remain calm in stressful situations (also described as aloof or level-headed), tho this can change as they get to know someone - specifically a love interest. | You're from Undertale but you don't know the cast of characters nor do you have any experience with monsters despite them making it to the surface some time ago.
Notes: The lovely requestor cocoabits thought it would be funny to pair up a character that shows a lot of emotion but doesn't actually have any (Ink) with a character that doesn't show emotion but feels everything (Y/n). | I wrote a lot of long ones recently so I forced myself to keep it concise and short this time, and you can decide how the story ends since it's open-ended. 

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You knew a little bit about monsters – that they had magic, that humans were in upheaval about their sudden integration into society for a while after they made it to the surface, that tensions had since died down, and life hadn't changed all that much. Well, since your parents aptly labeled you a recluse, that wasn't exactly surprising. But what you didn't know was that some monsters just straight up didn't feel the pain of shards of glass digging into their bones after they came flying in through your kitchen window.

The skeleton got to his feet with a huff, grumbling about an error getting away as he searched for his giant paintbrush among the remnants of your window on the tile floor. You watched him from over your morning coffee, blinking a couple times to make sure you were seeing this right, then he turned to you, freezing upon seeing a human staring at him. "Uh...hi." He strapped the brush to his back with an awkward chuckle. "It's rude to get thrown through people's windows in Undertale, right?"

"I don't know what Undertale is, but yes, as far as I know, it's rude to break someone's window anywhere in the world." The counter was in an 'L' with barstools lining the side you were on facing the middle of the kitchen, where the window sat above the 'I' part of the 'L' next to the sink. You took another sip of your coffee before setting it down on the counter and walking around to examine the damage. The edges of the window clung to the frame, but the entire middle was blown out when the skeleton sailed through it. It would be a costly repair.

"I'd make Error pay for it if I could find the bastard." The skeleton leaned back, crossing his arms with a wide grin, but he flinched when he noticed the glass sticking through his shirt sleeves. He released a, "Well that's inconvenient," in a deep sigh.

"Hold on." You stooped down to grab your first aid kit from the cupboard under the sink, then opened it on the counter and found the tweezers to pluck the glass from his body. He didn't so much as flinch, instead watching you with curious, evershifting eyelights. They were colorful and changed shape every time he blinked, and you found yourself alternating between staring at his face and his blood-stained shoulder. It was probably the spot that first hit the window, shattering it to pieces that were now all over the floor, so you focused on your work, wrapping up each spot with a bandage when the glass was out.

"You know, you're handling this really well for someone that claims breaking windows isn't normally okay." The stranger's playful tone caught your attention, that smile of his almost friendly despite you never meeting this monster in your life. Your touch remained light and delicate, like a feather brushing over his body, and after another long moment of trying to read your stoic expression and coming up empty, he stuck out a hand. "I'm Ink Sans!" You heard the glass crackle as the piece in his elbow pierced his humerus with the movement, and you tenderly took his hand to shake.