The nearby bench was taken by the two, the hand still firmly wrapped around Sans' neck. As long as no one was looking over, this should turn out fine. Overall, his quirk was meaningless to Sans. Just as long as no one was freaked out by it.

"What a nice seat, so nice and public," The dude said.

"It is, right next to the hotdog stand as well." God damn it. Sans had been looking for that earlier, was really craving a hotdog. And now he found it.

Silently, Sans moved a hand up to grab at the man's, but he hissed out a warning. "Don't get too -"

"I'm just moving your hand. It looks weird for a guy to hold a girl by her neck."

Now they were repositioned, with one of his hands firmly locked around his upper arm. Still visible if he did place his final finger upon Sans' flesh.

"Do you know what happened on the news recently? About that hero killer your little students managed to kill?"

Sans choked on his breath. Shit. "How do you know about that?"

He chuckled emptily. "I was there. Who did you think sent out all of those monsters?" He said.

"Those things ain't monsters," Sans hissed.

Okay, he got it. Monsters didn't exist in this world. But still, why did they have to call everything a monster if it was evil? Racist much.

"What?"

"Those things, they might be transformed, bad, but don't mislabel them as monsters. Monsters don't deserve that."

Sometimes this world really pissed Sans off. Not only for that, no, but for other things. Whenever he mentioned he was a middle person, everyone always seemed to get so weirded out it was insane. Yes, there was a grey side, not everything was black and white. Lord knew how much that annoyed Sans.

"You know you don't have to threaten me, right?" Sans asked, "To talk to me, I mean. You don't have to. Your a villain, sure, but like I said before, I'm not a hero, so we ain't on opposite sides."

"But you and I fought."

"Because you tried to kill my students. I only fight back whenever something I care about is in danger. Right now you aren't, so you ain't my enemy. And hey, I'm a forgiving person."

People continued to roam around them absentmindedly, children giggling while eating mall food as adults chatted away. A very crowded day indeed. If this man decided he wanted to cause a panic with Sans as a shining example, he certainly could.

"I've become... frustrated, recently, and I need someone to talk to," He said, tauntingly dancing the remaining finger above Sans' pure white skin. "You see, my league became associated with that Stain brat, and now I'm annoyed. He's getting all of the attention instead of me, and it's pissing me off. I need someone on the middle ground to explain to me why I'm not receiving any attention."

Oh, wow, he certainly was... something. Something Sans couldn't identity, but a thing indeed.

"Yikes there, alright, I guess I could try to help," Sans said, tapping his chin. "I guess... motivation. Probably that."

"Are you saying I have no motivation?" His fingers tightened.

"No, you do, but I don't know it, and the public doesn't, either. Let me explain a little. I had this old friend. She loved to write fanfics and stuff, but always about the bad guys from anime. Villains. Like you. And I asked her one day why she wrote romances between her and the bad guys. She told me this - 'Because everyone loves a bad villain with an interesting motive'. That's why the public is eating Stain up while no one is really paying attention to you, bud. Stain has a darn good motive. Not one everyone can agree with, one that can cause some people to tilt their heads and wonder if he's right. He's kind of relatable to some people, and stood for his goals until the very end. That's a hell more bit respectable than someone without motives who runs away from a fight. People eat that up."

Silence filled their conversation as the man thought over what he just heard. Sans kept back an important point that most of the Stain fans on the internet were teenage boys and girls. That wasn't a good point to add.

If Alph was here, she'd totally go for him. Hands down. Full on fanfics an everything.

"I see. Because they... interesting. People are more dull than I thought!" He giggled to himself, then turned with wide eyes, gleaming with interest. "Know what? My name is Shigaraki. Know it. Because this won't be the last time you and I meet."

"What do you mean by -"

"Sans!"

A voice called out to him, and he looked up as he saw Bakugou approaching. Why was he in the food court? He was supposed to be shopping for literally anything else.

"I told you she'd find the Hotdog stand before we did," The redhead next to him muttered.

"Shut up!" Bakugou roughly jerked an elbow into his gut as they approached.

"Lookie there, your little students," Shigaraki mocked Sans, tilting his head. "I wonder if -"

"Don't you dare touch them," Sans hissed out lowly.

"Oooh, so scary."

The two students finally had gotten close enough to notice the familiar blue hair peaking out from under the hood next to Sans. And then the withered hands holding onto Sans' arm.

Oh man, how fast Bakugou's face shifted from a hidden smile to an utter frown was kinda scary. Not for Sans, he could win a fight with the explosive boy, but he was a bit worried about causing a panic. He certainly found out how bad chaos could be in a public area from his first day there.

"You're the - let her go!" Bakugou said.

"I'm fine, Bakugou, his quirk can't hurt me," Sans explained quickly, shaking his head. "But if he uses it to cause a panic, then a lot of people might get hurt."

"You know, Sans, you're not on any side, so how come you're so close with your class? They're becoming heroes. Why don't you... know what, nevermind, I'll get going now."

And just like that, he was shoving Sans to the side and making a brisk walk for the exit. Sans' two students were helping him up in an instant, Bakugou snarling towards the man as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Are you alright?" Kirishima asked, "You should have -"

"You kids keep forgetting that I'm immune to a lot of quirks. He couldn't have hurt me unless he wanted to." Sans stood up, adjusting his outfit. "Call the Police. We needa report this."

"Let's go find the fucker! He tried to hurt Sans, c'mon man, we -"

Sans grabbed his shoulder gently. "Bakugou."

The teenager stopped, staring at his assistant teacher. "What...?"

"He didn't try to hurt me. He asked me a few questions. Not even about you guys, but about Stain. I... don't think today had anything to do with any of us, and I doubt he'll be coming back. What were you guys doing over here, anyway?"

"Bakugou heard you mention the hotdog stand earlier and he wanted to go buy you a few and surprise you. He even brought some of his allowance."

Another firm elbow punch into Kirishima's gut had the rock quirked teenager doubling over with a surprised cough.

"Okay then, how about we report this incident after we all get hotdogs? On me," Sans said.