Disclaimer: This fic will revolve mainly around the My Hero cast attending Uni, along with three OCs, two of which are loosely based off of Sans and Papyrus from the Undertale universe. Don't worry, you do not need to be familiar with Undertale to understand and enjoy the story :)
Smoke cut through the crisp, evening air as it drifted freely from the lips of its former captive. The cigarette it bore from balanced delicately between long fingers; the owner of which stared idly out at the world, perched high on a balcony overlooking U.A University campus.
It was the day before the start of term and, like every year, he hadn't prepared a single thing. The only thing he'd typed on his laptop was his name in the header of a completely blank Word document.
Touya Todoroki.
Unlike his youngest sibling, Touya lacked the necessary motivation for taking his lessons seriously. Besides, he had his lab partner to do that for him. He looked forward to seeing his favorite science nerd again. His lips pulled another drag on his cigarette as the corners turned up in a silent smirk.
Through the smoke he blew into the space before his eyes, his vision focused on a lone figure ambling down the street, one hand clutching something small while the other dragged a large suitcase behind them. A latecomer to the campus, perhaps a transfer student?
The creeping gloom didn't quite mask the long, matcha-colored hair that bounced at her back as she walked, nor her bronzed skin that the streetlamps she passed beneath illuminated like a shiny penny. Even from this distance, Touya could admire the stride of her long, bare legs as they moved beneath her sundress. It was times like these he wished for that convenient gust of wind.
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Her sweaty hands had smudged off half of the address she had hastily jotted down on a napkin this morning. Luckily, she had memorized it off by heart from the amount of times her eyes had glanced at it during her train journey into the city. Therefore, when Callie stepped through the grand entrance gates and ventured onto U.A University campus finally, after a full day of traveling, she needn't have bothered fumbling around to retrieve it again once she had finally found someone to ask for directions.
The young group of students waited patiently however as she pulled the blotchy, torn piece of coffee-stained napkin from her handbag.
"Sorry, it's been a long day." Callie smiled breathlessly, brushing her hair from her face. As she swung her handbag back onto her shoulder, it collided with her suitcase, knocking it over onto the sidewalk. "Dammit."
The young woman of the group waved a dismissive hand in front of her rosy cheeks. "No problem! You new on campus?" she asked sweetly. She had a kind voice that helped ease Callie's flustered state.
The young man who had lifted her suitcase upright again had a notably freckly face and a mess of green hair. She thanked him sheepishly before heaving a sigh and nodding her head. "Yeah, just got here today."
When the third member of the group, a tall guy in glasses with broad shoulders, furrowed his brow at the now illegible address, Callie found herself laughing nervously.
"Ah sorry. It's erm, Snowdin Apartments on Temmy Street?" If only she hadn't used up all her 4G on the train journey here, she wouldn't have had to bother strangers for directions.
And her spirits only dampened more when the three exchanged glances and shrugged, the young woman with pink cheeks smiling apologetically at her.
"No idea, sorry!"
It was only when they turned to leave after wishing her luck that Callie let her face fall into a fatigued frown. It was getting dark now and her feet were beginning to hurt. The new apartment she had found on Craigslist had mentioned that it had a bath. She would definitely be running herself one- if she ever found the place that is.
Puffing out a frustrated sigh, she returned to her search for street names, none of which were the right one. What kind of a street name was Temmy Street anyway? Though it was too late to be questioning her choice of accommodation now. She prayed to god that the place even existed and she hadn't been duped by some internet troll.
It was a cool, Sunday evening. The campus was unsurprisingly dead at this hour. So, as she traipsed gloomily beneath the flickering lights of streetlamps, her heart skipped at the sudden sight of a hooded figure walking in the distance. Although her many self-defense classes would have warned her against interacting with lone, hooded males in isolated areas, she was desperate to get to her new place. So, throwing caution to the wind, she called out, hurrying her steps and hauling her heavy suitcase behind her.
"Excuse me!"
The figure stopped and turned. She made sure to stop at a safe enough distance from him. But a quick look at his appearance caused her no immediate cause for alarm; he was relatively short, his slumping posture not helping the fact, and he had a round, boyish face with tired-looking eyes peering at her from behind rounded glasses.
"Sup?" he drawled back, his hands dug into the pockets of his oversized jacket.
"Hey, sorry to bother you..."
The young man blinked idly at her, his face impassive.
"But do you know where I can find Snowdin Apartments?" She hitched her handbag further up her arm, it was beginning to make her shoulder hurt. That bubble bath was calling her.
The young man quirked a brow, it disappearing beneath the messy, white fringe that peaked out the bottom of his faded beanie hat.
"Snowdin Apartments?" he repeated, his lip twitching a smirk. "As a matter of fact, I do."
Sweet relief.
"I'll walk you there."
Oh...
Now, Jamie, her self-defense class teacher, would definitely have face-palmed at Callie's reluctant acceptance of this situation. Yet, as she walked somewhat uneasily alongside this complete stranger, she felt her nerves slip away with every step. The guy seemed pretty chill. His hands hadn't left his pockets for the entire trip across campus and if he were to suddenly try and pursue her, he probably wouldn't get very far what with his laces being untied.
After an awkward silence that dragged on for about a dozen streetlights and the additional length of a banner that read 'Go beyond plus Ultra with U.A University!', the stranger finally spoke up.
"I didn't get your name," he commented casually, eyes front and shoulders slouched.
For a brief moment she contemplated giving him a fake name. But what if this guy turned out to be in her class? That would be an awkward second encounter. Then again, he didn't look like a history major. In fact, she was pretty sure she had glimpsed a Periodic Table pun on his t-shirt. A science major perhaps?
"Callie," she found herself replying and internally cursed her inability to lie.
The stranger threw her a lazy grin, his cheeks dimpling pleasantly as he did so. Yeah, not the face of a serial killer. At least she hoped.
Night had fully fallen now, the crickets and the roll of her suitcase wheels were the only other sounds in the area, that and the stranger's low voice.
"Nice to meet you, Callie. I'm Sam."
And when Sam finally stopped at the foot of a tall block of red brick named Snowdin Apartments after a brief conversation about the weather and traffic, she thought that that would be the last time she'd see him. So, when he pushed open the door and held it open for her, she couldn't help but eye him in silent bewilderment.
"Oh, erm. I can see myself inside." She said, her tone trying to hide her discomfort behind feigned politeness.
Sam continued to grin, shrugging a shoulder when he replied with a casual, "suit yourself.' And he disappeared inside the building as the door began to swing closed.
Perplexed, she dashed forwards and grabbed at the handle before the door fell back into its frame.
"Wait!" she called out, struggling in the doorway with her large suitcase and her handbag. Sam stopped and turned back to face her, forever wearing that easy smile.
"Sup?"
"Do you live here?"
Sam's eyes darted left and right before settling back onto her with a bemused expression. "Yeah..." he drawled out.
Honestly! Yet he had the nerve to look at her like she was stupid?
"W-Why didn't you tell me?" she spluttered. And only when the door closed midway through her hauling her suitcase over the threshold, trapping her abruptly in place, did he finally step forwards and pull it back open for her again.
He shrugged a shoulder as his eyes watched her heave her suitcase into the fluorescent lights of the hallway.
"Whoops. Guess that would have made sense. But would you have believed me? Didn't want you to think I was a serial killer or anything."
Seriously, this guy...
Regaining her composure, she shook her head to dismiss her earlier comment.
"Ah, never mind." She sighed and held out her hand.
"So I guess we're neighbors or something?" she chimed, adopting a cheery expression despite her fatigue. Somewhere in this building was the bath she was going to be soaking in later.
"Guess so." Sam responded, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. Either the bright lights of the hallway made everything glow like freshly fallen snow, or his skin and hair were as fair as her day had been long. Even his eyes, now that she had turned to face them fully, were as noticeably light and bright as ice chips. However, there was a certain dullness beneath them that suggested a major lack of sleep.
"What floor are you on?" Callie asked as they mounted the stairs together. Sam had informed her that the elevator had broken down about a week ago and followed that news with the offer to carry her suitcase for her. Though her feminine pride wanted to decline, she had graciously accepted the help as her limbs had begun to throb.
Despite his noticeably short stature for a guy, perhaps around the 5f6 range, he carried her large, heavy suitcase with surprising ease as he responded to her earlier question.
"The third floor." And he placed the suitcase down just as they reached that level.
"No way, so am I!" she smiled, taking the handle of her suitcase back from him as she pulled it over the garishly patterned carpet of the corridor.
And it was only when she and Sam both stopped at the door with a crooked 6 on the front of it that they exchanged confused glances with one another.
"Wait a minute..." she frowned, eyeing Sam who was now holding the key to her front door in his hand. "You don't happen to live with a guy named Russ Gaster, do you?"
He slid the key into the door and turned the lock.
"Yeah. He's my brother." He pushed open the door and flashed her another idle grin. "And you must be the new roommate he mentioned this morning."
It's funny how things work out. A mere 20 minutes ago, Callie had been debating whether or not this guy was a murderer. Yet, as it turned out, as he held open the door for her to enter her new apartment, she and Sam would be spending the remainder of the school year under the same roof together. He, along with his brother whose voice sounded from somewhere within the surprisingly neat apartment.
"Hey Sam! Did you pick up the marinara sauce like I asked you?" Like Sam, his brother Russ had a strong city accent that charmed Callie's ears. Where was it from? New York? Was it rude to say that the smell of fresh pasta filling the room suggested it certainly was?
Sam cursed quietly next to her as he stripped off his jacket and threw it through an open door that must have lead to his bedroom.
"Na! Sorry, bro. I forgot," he replied, and jerked his head at Callie in a gesture for her to follow him into the heart of the apartment as Russ began to rant irritably about Sam's apparent inability to do anything Russ ever asked him to. A clear insight into what living with these two was going to be like.
"I did bring home a tall drink of water though," Sam teased, winking an eye at Callie as she rolled hers at his lame comment.
Russ gave a confused grunt and his head appeared around the corner from what must have been the kitchen. A shock of equally fair hair, though a more defined jawline and warmer eyes.
"This is Callie," Sam informed him with a jerk of his thumb in her direction before he flopped down hard onto the sofa. He kicked up his feet and pushed off his shoes, wiggling his toes as he reached for the T.V remote.
Russ' face split into a welcoming smile as he fully rounded the corner with his hand outstretched. He was a lot taller than his sibling, and noticeably lean through his tight t-shirt. The gimmicky apron he wore was only noticed after Callie had stopped eyeing his biceps.
"Oh! Glad you found the place okay!" He almost crushed her hand when he shook it. She held back a wince but was thankful when he finally released her fingers.
"Well, luckily I bumped into your brother! Otherwise I would probably still be wandering the campus."
She then explained how her phone had run out of 4G on the train journey into the city and had promptly died soon after arriving on campus. Russ then showed her to her room where she left her phone to charge whilst she began unpack.
The room itself was slightly smaller than how they looked on the photos, yet it remained just as tidy. Considering she was living with two young males, she was undoubtedly impressed by the attention to detail they had gone to when it came to preparing her room. Fresh towels had been left on the foot of her bed, as well as some snacks and bottled water. There was even a small vase with fresh flowers placed in it on the desk by the window. Part of her suspected it was the taller brother, Russ, who had gone to all the trouble. After all, he was currently cooking bolognaise from scratch in the kitchen while his shorter brother lounged on the couch watching some sci-fi series. Yeah, a science buff, no doubt.
And that was her first impressions of Sam and Russ Gaster, her two, new roommates. And what a peculiar little life they were soon to live.
Now, about that bubble bath...
Author's Note:
The fanart of Touya in the cover was done by my all time favourite My Hero artist: Brttpaige! I follow her on Tumblr and I love her stuff so much so definitely check her stuff out! The character next to him is my OC, Sam who was drawn by me. Check out my Instagram for more Kimberly.s.l