Quirk training, huh?

"So just... regular training?" Sans has asked with a raised eyebrow.

The cat man had looked annoyed at that statement, going on a rant over how quirk training was different from normal training. Because you were training your quirk and not body. Or something. Sans stopped paying attention when he noticed a comfy looking spot in the ground which looked more appealing than that conversation.

"Miss Sans?" Hagakure, the invisible girl, had said, standing next to him.

"Yeah?" He cracked open an eyelid.

"Can I sit next to you? I wanted to ask you something." Despite being invisible, he saw her nervously play with her hands.

"Of course kiddo."

He moved over, patting the comfortable pile of dirt. She sat, skirt quickly becoming stained from the ground.

"I was wondering if... if you hadn't formed a bond with our class, but still had your debt, would you have taken that man's offer? To become a villain?"

Oh, right. The offer.

He kinda forgot about it. It felt like forever since it even happened. It still was technically up on the table. And honestly, after how he got banned from the tournament, he was kinda pissy at the heroes. Considered switching over just to piss them off in return.

"I dunno, tibia honest," Sans said, glancing over. "I'll be real with you, if I didn't care about you guys and they made a damn good offer, I might'a taken it. The only reason I became a teacher is because of that debt." He leaned forward, brushing strands of hair out of his face. "If I had a choice, I'd choose neither, though. I like you guys but I'm a shit ass teacher. And I'd be a terrible villain."

"I'm sure you'd be a great villain, Miss Sans!" Hagakure said, before pausing. "N-Not saying that you should, but you're amazing! And super powerful! Everyone's talking about it!"

He paused. "Really?"

"Yeah! The villain league never made any offers out to someone before, and being a neutral is super rare nowadays. Especially since everyone wants to be a hero or they want to be a hardcore villian. But you're just you, and it's awesome. It... makes me happy to be myself, too. People can't see me, but like, that's okay. Because it's me."

"Fair, kid. I kinda hate this world. I mean, I care about you guys," Sans said, "But this world really puts pressure on ranking and always being at the top, which sucks. Especially for those few kids who never will get quirks, or those who got really good quirks but don't want to be heroes. I mean, I got magic. Amazing magic." He looked down at his hands, the most pale as they could be. "But that doesn't mean I wanna use it. I like making stupid jokes and sitting around with people I care about. Saving the world ain't for me."

"Do you think I'll have to get insanely strong to be a hero?" She asked.

"To be a hero Nah. It just takes a person who tries to save others to be a hero. But to survive being a hero? You'll need to train. It's easy to die a hero. Harder to live being one."

That's why he didn't intervene too much with their training. Sure, it was tough, but they needed it in their line of work. Aizawa, while usually getting some advice from Sans to lessen up, didn't hear squat on this trip. Especially since their class was stuck with Sans, who had the villains eyes on him.

The only thing that really sucked about this was that, in their effort to hide from villains, no outside contact was allowed. Which meant no orders of pizza. Which meant Sans was not allowed to touch anything cooking related again, by the pleas of everyone else at camp.

"Alright everyone, it's time for our game! Which class can scare or not be scared!" One of the pussycats yelled out, waving her paw around.

"Oh, it's time for the challenge. Wish me luck!" The invisible girl said, quickly hopping up and waving Sans goodbye.

"Good luck kiddo."

Maybe he should take a nap while that went on. Everyone else had that handled, Sans couldn't really do much to help.

He woke up to the smell of gas and to a scream.

Sans awoke with a start, glancing out from underneath his hairline. The once filled clearing now lacking any people, creating an eerie vibe as purple gas silently crept along the grass. He stood, some fallen leaves fluttering away from his chest as he glanced around. Blue flames started to grow in the distance.

What the fuck?