When Sakura Blooms [Undertale Fanfiction/SansXFrisk]

Chapter 7: Our Walk Home

"We goin' to walk home together?" Sans raises a brow bone, walking closer towards Frisk.

"It's alright if you don't want to." She fixes her eyes on the floor.

"Nah, I don't mind." Sans smiles, letting her eyes up to meet his.

They both walk in the hallways, cruising with other groups of students, receiving weird looks from them just being together.

They reached the shoe lockers, Frisk wore her shoes and packed her notes back while Sans did the same at his end.

As he was just about to call out to Frisk to ask if she's done, he was met with a scene of her and another student that's inching uncomfortably closer to Frisk.

Who the hell is this guy?

Sans arches his brow bones, heading closer to Frisk.

"I can walk you home." Says the voice coming from the student.

"I don't want you to, Chara." Frisk refuses.

"And why is that?" His smirk faltering to a scowl.

Sans hovers behind Frisk, glaring at the unfamiliar guy intently.

"Cause she's with me."

Frisk reaches up to his eye lights, deep red, Frisk gives him a smile and shifts to his side.

"A monster? For real?" Chara stares at the skeleton with disgusts.

He rolls his eye lights, "Yeah, yeah I'm a damn monster. I keep hearing that stupid question, I'm getting sick of it."

"You're choosing this freak instead of me?" He ignores Sans' comment, eyes roaming accusingly towards Frisk.

She frowns at him. "He's my friend so get out of our way."

Sans grins at the sound of that, she was defending him, someone like him, that sensation coursing back within his ribcage calms his growing rage.

Chara scoffs, "This is ridiculous."
He sneers in disbelief, he turns to his fangirls a hand snaking up to his arm.

"Chara, just go with us! Let's all go to a karaoke." A girl whines, her entwined arms, pulling him closer to her.

He gives the crowd, a stiffened smile, masking his irritation. "Yes, of course." He gets forced out from the direction of the pair and faintly looks back at them, giving Sans a dirty look.

Sans smirks, and meets an apologetic smile from Frisk. "I'm sorry, I don't even like that guy."

"It seems like it, but it's fine. I'm used to it." He shrugs and notices their close proximity to one another.

He walks forward giving both of them space. "Let's just get goin'."

Frisk nods, and runs behind him.
"Oh, wait! I almost forgot I brought my bike to school." She chimes in.

Sans shifts his skull, "That's fine, Imma wait by the gate for you."
He responds as she turns her skirt towards the bicycle racks.

A few minutes passed by, the skeleton leaning against a wall awaits then a waving hand catches his attention, the figure of the human girl clearing his vision.

Frisk met him, now both her hands  steadying the white bicycle by the handlebars, moving without being ridden.

"Did I make you wait?"

"No, it wasn't that long."

She smiles at him, strolling the bike outside the campus and into the scattered students retreating home.