•Frisk x Sans Oneshots• ~REQUESTS CLOSED~ ~ON HIATUS~

[Undertale - Stars]

This can be considered a part two to the last oneshot, but it's kind of its own thing in the same basic plotline.

It's pretty much just fluff, with only a hint of drama. It's not at all a lot, though, so don't worry.

The song used is "The Fault In Our Stars" by Troye Sivan. It should be linked above (With the typical picture next to it, of course. As always, I do not take credit for it! It belongs to its rightful owner.), and it's a great song! I highly recommend listening to it, I, personally, love it.

Third Person P.O.V.

Time and time again after that, Sans sat with Frisk at lunch. It came to the point where even his friends took notice.

I mean, Sans leaving a little too eagerly for running the track, and coming back with a love-struck daze and eccentric smile isn't exactly subtle.

His friends suspected maybe a secret lover or a forbidden scandal. Rumors began to flood left and right, and many students theorized over it, to the point that even Frisk heard the theories.

As these rumors grew, during lunch, Sans visited Frisk. They talked about anything and everything, with the jock falling for his female friend more and more with every passing day.

So, come the month of the annual school dance, he was absolutely head-over-heels for her.

Yes, you read that right. The annual school dance. And yes, this is going to be cliche. Commence the fluff!

Sans P.O.V.

I softly smirked with my head leaning on my palm while Frisk ranted about an incident in her World History class. She was cute like this, I didn't deny my feelings.

"And for some reason, people think it's appropriate to just waltz right into an ongoing lesson to just shout at their scheming friend! Why is that acceptable to them? Oh, it's not, is it-" "Maybe," I interrupted, "She just really wanted that hair tie back."

Frisk scoffed, finally closing her book. "S-Still." Her eyes caught mine. Suddenly, she looked away from me, shielding her face with her hand. "Stop- Stop looking at me like that!"

My grin grew, knowing I had a love-struck gaze. "Like what?" This only flustered her more, and as she wildly gestured at me, she stuttered back, "L-Like t-that! Stop!"

I finally ended my teasing, "Fine, fine." We quieted down after that, going back to our own devices.

Should I..?

I debated over it for a minute.

Ah, screw it.

"Hey, um, Frisk?" I cautiously asked. She looked up, "Yeah?"

Frisk, why must you be so cute like this, you're not making this any easier for me-

Stumbling over my words, I stammered a lot more than I should have, "I- uh, well, you see," before sighing. "So you know the Summer Side Dance that's coming up?"

The brunette lit up, "Yeah, my friend Mettaton is helping plan it. Isn't it, like, space and constellation themed?" A slight frown flickered across my face at the mention of the robot. I do not like him.

I nodded, "Are... are you going?" Frisk shrugged, "I've gone before, it's kind of boring to me. Never really had a reason to go since." Well, that's not a good sign. She toyed with a page of her book almost... nervously? Hm.

"Y-You don't go?" I asked, frowning.

She looked away, breaking the tense eye contact we had. Her ears burned red. It could just be me getting my hopes up, but is she blushing?