Overall, there were no major injuries thankfully. The students came out just fine, though a little worn.

Sans didn't feel bad for them as their teacher, but as another person. These were just kids, untrained, alone, who were thrown into a fight they couldn't possibly be prepared for.

Sans thought about what might have happened if he didn't place himself between Su and the blue haired man. The flesh that rotted from his bones was not a good indicator.

Sans visited them in the hospital. Of course he did, he was their assistant teacher, after all. Had to make sure his students were alright. Deku himself was the worst because of his quirk. At least, the worst out of the students.

Aizawa, though, was a different story.

Looking at him made guilt crawl into his soul. Sans should have just went with him from the start. He knew All Might probably would have ended up backing out anyways. But for Aizawa to be ganged upon so easily, that drew some worry about this new organization Sans didn't have before.

And what was up with that blue haired guy, anyway?

Gloria, his cat, purred as he ran a hand over his head. Overall, it turned out okay. Aizawa was going to be in the hospital for awhile, but he was going to make a full recovery. His wife was a mess. She didn't cry, but she did scrunch her face in worry and tapped her foot rapidly. Held Aizawa's hand all day, all night. Never left his side. And, when he woke up for the first time, the person he immediately acknowledged was her. Freaking romantic.

That meant Sans was alone when the doorbell rang. He cracked an eye open as his precious pet perked up, and forced himself from the couch with a lazy huff. Things were over now, weren't they?

Bakugou?

The young teenage boy (who should be in the hospital, mind you) was on his front porch.

And, in Sans' own shock, he blurted out one simple thing. "How'd you find out where I live?"

Not the nicest thing to start off with, but then again, Bakugou wasn't real nice to him in the past. The boy looked pretty fine, though he didn't suffer many injuries. His explosion quirk made it harder for people to even come in close.

Bakugou rubbed one of his arms, looking to the side with a huff. "I found it in the schools records."

Ah, yeah, that explained it. The school had to keep records of housing in case anything happened. Sans' was kinda more well known because he didn't really own the house, it was being loaned to him. The major depts the previous girl had didn't just go away, after all.

"Alright then," Sans said, leaning against the doorframe.

Bakugou stayed silent, cheeks puffed out from annoyance. He looked kind of skittish, like one noise would drive him away at any given moment. Seeing that Sans wasn't adding anything more, he mumbled to himself, then turned.

"You uh... you fought against those people so easily even when Aizawa couldn't," He said, looking back at Sans for a second.

"Uh, yeah?" He tilted his head.

"You're... stronger than I thought."

"And yer being weirder than normal, what's the punchline, kid?" Sans asked, "You clearly found my house for a reason, right?"

That was something Sans noticed Bakugou struggled with. Being upfront with his own emotions. This kid clearly had some problems lingering about.

"I wanted to say you beat the villains pretty well," He mumbled.

"Yeah, and?"

Was this sexism? No, Bakugou wasn't very sexist against the girls and respected their powers as much as guys. This was just the first time he was admitting he was wrong at something, wasn't it?

"And -" His face puffed up, red like the ketchup Sans had just been drinking, "And - Here!" He handed Sans a white grocery bag before shoving a paper into his arms. The orange eyes darted left before he started to walk off in a weird posture. "I'll see you tomorrow to help tutor me."

Sans looked down at the items now held in his hand. Several bottles of ketchup, and some fast food fries. Once Sans flipped over the paper, though, he chuckled. It was the same paper he was supposed to help tutor Bakugou on before.

Guess the kid did accept him as his teacher, then.

~~~~~~

Things changed, ever since the attack. Once everyone returned to school, there was a lot of questions asked. Sans explained to the best of his ability about his own origins. The kids asked if they should switch to male pronouns, and Sans considered it, but decided to let everyone stick to female pronouns. He didn't mind. Either worked for him, he didn't mind. Male or female body, he could rock and roll any.

Terrible line, it made Aizawa cringe in his hospital bed, but him being injured only meant he couldn't escape the jokes.

While Aizawa was busy healing, Sans took over as their homeroom teacher and did basic training exercises with them. Now that he managed to prove himself on the battlefield, they all seemed rather happy to listen to Sans. A few even asked him for advice. Mineta asked for his number, before he was prompt kicked down "on accident" by Bakugou.

That was the one major change Sans noticed. In Bakugou. And he figured out why. Because Sans was rather lazy, he hadn't really proven himself. And with his clear stance that he wasn't a teacher and didn't have any urge to be there, he must have given off the lazy, weak vibe that caused Bakugou to bully Deku before. Now that Sans proved himself more than capable, that meant Bakugou now saw him in a different light. The kid clearly had a respect for power, and acknowledged Sans had that power.

It sure was a sudden shift in behavior. Apologized, but in his own Bakugou way. By not apologizing at all and acting huffy while doing nice things. A nice change of pace, and it really proved Bakugou was trying. He actually listened when Sans tutored him, paid attention to their training lessons, and gave a small smile when a good pun was cracked. Not much, but progress.

It was the gestures that really counted.

Time passed. There was a hero killer on the loose, though Sans didn't really have much to play during that whole time. He was busy helping Aizawa recover, sometimes house sitting for them, and busy teaching the class prepared lessons. So busy that he wasn't present when the serial killer got his hands on Ida, Todoroki, and Deku. Sans only saw the aftermath of that whole situation. Decimated buildings, the villain league becoming official, and several injured students.

Sans, next to his hospital bed, pinched Deku as payment for getting hurt again. It was starting to get a little draining on his poor Mother's mental health.

They all decided to take a little break after the whole situation. It just wasn't worth the stress. These kids were just starting and already had to fight so many battles. It was horrible to even think about.

"Mrs. Sans, will you accompany us to the mall?" Ida had asked one day.

So, when they threw that question out there, how could he say no?

The girls wanted to drag him to some girl stores, while some guys wanted to as well. Sans asked Bakugou what he wanted to do, but the teen huffed and stumbled off with his red haired friend before they all even agreed to split up.

Sans watched the students all disperse with a sigh. Guess this class really was growing onto him. Especially Bakugou. The kid didn't remind him of anyone, but it seemed like he didn't really have anyone to be close to. If he had to guess, Sans might be the closest thing the kid had to a parental figure. Were his parents just emotionally distant, or was there more to it?

He didn't bother to budge in. Not his place, not his style.

"Hey there," A raspy voice had dragged Sans out of his thoughts, one arm slugging over his shoulder. "Aren't you that assistant teacher from that one class that fought against those villains?"

To say this was a first for Sans was to lie. It wasn't too uncommon for Sans to be recognized nowadays. He wasn't the first person people typically swarmed to, but he was recognized for being connected to them.

"Oh yeah, I am," Sans chuckled, turning towards the person. "I don't give autographs, buddy."

"Really? What a shame." Arms pressed him closer, and hand moving up his back. "I guess you really don't see yourself as a hero then, huh?"

"Not really. Sorry to burst your bubble."

"You know..." The man continued, "This reminds me of something someone once told me. Funny, huh? She said -" As he spoke, one hand suddenly locked around Sans' neck from behind, all but one finger placed upon his flesh. "You should make sure your enemies don't get too close to you."

Well. Shit.

It was the same guy from that attack before - why didn't Sans notice earlier? The same dry blue hair, cracked lips. But he wasn't wearing any of those weird hands, instead showing off his face. Well, showing it off from under the shadow of a hood. It was the guy that made Sans' body rot before. Such fun.

"You and I both know yer little trick doesn't work on me," Sans said, eyeing him from the side. Kinda attractive, in a monster way. Monsters liked weird. "I wouldn't recommend you do it in a mall full of people. You'd get caught immediately."

"Yes, well, you know," He mumbled, "I might also cause a mass panic. Imagine what would happen if they saw the flesh rotting from a person. A lot of quirks would suddenly jump out to defend themselves. It would be total chaos."

A groan escaped from Sans. Fuck, he was right. It would be chaos. People would start screaming and freaking out, it could lead to some good damage. Not to mention his students, who just literally got out of the hospital, were trying to relax. And for once not be attacked or threatened or even stressed, just for a bit.

"Fine," Sans said, sighing with defeat. "Let's talk."