I'm a terrible person… starting a new fic…

I don't own UT

This is a sweet AU, pairing SansxFrisk (female, non binary). I'm unsure if it will get spicy or not, depends on my bravery I guess, but if it did, rest assured there will be proper markings on the area.

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She was nursing her coffee as she read the latest article for revision when she felt it. A monster had just entered the cozy Cafe, and a powerful one at that. Frisk felt goosebumps rise in her arms despite the hot mug she held as the magic washed over her senses. She had expected to find a towering individual, a Dreemur perhaps, at the line; one of those species who had to stoop to enter even monster- friendly buildings. But as she let her curiosity get the best of her and spied from the corner of her eye, the newcomer was actually pretty humanoid, both in shape and size, and couldn't have been over 6 feet.

Not quite comfortable with someone potentially dangerous out of her sight, Frisk fidgeted in her seat as she rued the luck that had her sit with her back to the counter. Eventually, the customer went from the register to the barista, appearing in the very edge of her vision. She'd never admit how much that helped ease her mind. The monster had an ironically human body language, with a slight slouch as he/she kept his/her hands in the hoodie's pockets. That in and of itself was rare. Generally speaking, monsters could tolerate extreme temperatures better than humans, so though it was snowing outside, only a fire/lava creature would actually need to cover up. Frisk frowned at that. She didn't have a clear enough reading of the magic to be able to tell the individual's race, but it didn't feel hot enough to support the theory. Fashion statement then?

The order was ready. The monster took the food and coffee, thanked the barista and left, face still obscured by the fur-lined hood. Frisk couldn't help the sigh that left her lips once the dampening doors closed behind the monster, making the magic disappear from her frazzled senses. She swept the hall with her eyes, but none of the other patrons seemed to share her relief, not even those who were clearly monsters themselves. Hadn't they felt it? She was sure if the others in the room had felt what she had they would have been even more nervous than her.

Maybe she should give the mystery monster more credit. Keeping magic under wraps was no easy feat, and it became harder the more there was to control. It was neither the monster's nor her fault that she was very sensitive to energy.

With a shrug, Frisk went back to her work.

A week later, she ran into the mystery monster again. It was early, and she wasn't quite alert as she decided what her order for the day would be when the massive magic woke her more effectively than any espresso had ever managed. With her heart pounding in her chest, she made her best effort to ignore the being surveying the menu beside her. This close, she could tell it was a 'he' as the magic gave off both a wintry feel and a decidedly male vive. As she had suspected last time, the energy was kept tightly coiled close to his body in an effort to make it less noticeable, but it still swirled and danced in a way that made Frisk think of smoke.

Even the change in his focus all but charged the air around him. Frisk only had a second to wonder what wielding all that power could feel like before realizing his attention had switched… to her

"Yo"

"…."

"Erm… would you happen to know what's the best thing to order here?"

"…."

"Should I be glad I know sign language? It's quite handy…"

The bad pun actually startled a laugh right out of her, which thanks to the nerves ended up way more uproarious than it should have been. "S-Sorry… I wasn't sure you were talking to me" she finally met the monster's eyes and was surprised to meet… a skull. This monster was a skeleton, looking very human truth be told. Assuming you peeled every layer off of the person. He regarded her with black eye sockets illuminated by his white pupils, a wide grin firmly etched on his… mouth?

"Oh! That's right, we have yet to be introduced… I'm Sans" He offered a hand and she couldn't help but stare at the naked phalanges. Seeing something you know should be inside your body was sure strange.

"Frisk. Nice to meet you" Gathering her determination, she took the offered appendage. Given her sensitivity, the slight jolt the contact sent down her arm wasn't unexpected. His smooth bones feeling warm, however, was.

"Soo… you know, I'm on a seafood diet: I see food, I eat it" (Frisk snickered)

"Right! Um… The bakery here is very good, truly the best pastries in town. Their espresso is strong and black. It could raise the de….ad?" By the time Frisk realized her mistake it was too late. She winced and gave the skeleton by her side a sidelong glance, but instead of being offended, he had an even wider grin, feat she'd have thought impossible if she hadn't seen it.

"I knew you had it somewhere in you Frisk!"

Somehow, the honest excitement in the exclamation made her blush a bit.

After ordering (and Sans did indeed ask for a croissant, as per her recommendation) they ran into a minor issue: all tables were busy save one. Somehow, Frisk's manners made her ask if he wanted to share, and somehow, he accepted.

If she had though feeling him across the café was tough, actually sitting with Sans was nerve-wracking. His magic's natural ebb and flow made it impossible to ignore, so she spent quite some time surreptitiously avoiding his eye-lights. All 'dead' species, like ghouls, ghosts and skeletons were very sensitive to the moods of those around them, and she didn't really want him to pick on her discomfort bordering on fear. In all truth, he was a nice guy; he told puns left and right, was courteous and though he made small talk he didn't pry into personal matters despite the forced closeness of the table dilemma. In the span of ten minutes, Frisk found herself unwilling to hurt his feelings, even over something neither had no real control over.

In less than half an hour, Sans had finished his breakfast despite Frisk never seeing him actually eat it.

"Will you look at the time? I have tibia somewhere else, but it was a pleasure meeting you, Frisk. Have a knife day!"

"Y-Yea… See you spoon" She didn't quite know why she answered like that, but when he snapped his head around to look at her she had already hidden behind her unruly bangs, unwilling to see his reaction or let him see her resulting blush.

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