ALTERNATE SCENES
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Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Horikoshi Kohei
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Genre: Humor
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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. Not Beta.
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"Is that kid…sleeping?"
Shota stared in complete disbelief as his eyes gazed over one of the blinking monitors. There, stood a kid. Or rather, lay a kid. Wearing a blue hoodie over his silver, messy hair and god-honest pink slippers snuggling his bare feet, resting under the tree without a care in the world. He was the one who got chewed on by the glasses child in the middle of the entrance exam lecture twenty minutes ago. As a promising student of UA, you should wear your school uniform to represent yourself better. And do not fall asleep! or something within that line. And the Hoodie Kid answered it with even more loud snore. It was kind of funny yet frustrating that every teacher watching from afar remember him clearly. Shota thought little of him already. That lackadaisical attitude and ignorant of a thick tension told him that this kid will be one of a student he won't hesitate to kick out.
And lo and behold. He was right.
Hizashi awkward laugh and All Might silent worry were forgotten as Shota glared at the relaxed kid, wishing that that boy would move by his stare alone. Really. Really? The kid went and did that?!
"Interesting choice. To think someone could take a nap so soundly in the middle of the mayhem," and their fucking headmaster didn't help the case at all.
"Should we warn him?" Kan frowned, palm clenched and unclenched, frown marred the already stern expression, "even if the robot won't injure the examiners too badly, he could still get hurt by the falling debris and robotic gears."
"That's why he had his bones out, right?" Nemuri answered, index finger pointed toward the screen, "he may look lazy but I think he's still participating."
True to her words, numerous bones were sighted near the child's body—forming a cage around him. Definitely a makeshift barrier—and at a couple of places that were unnoticed by the other contenders—such as back alleyways or secret rooms hidden inside the crumbling buildings, destroying any robots that popped up within that area. He was not slacking in a term of gaining as much point as he could to pass the exam, but the motivation itself was—
"Disappointing," Shota scoffed derisively, the bags under his eyes seemed even more prominent. Tired at all the problem the world threw at him; whether it was his, soon to be his, or not his own at all, "that kid had zero potential. So lazy and dependent on his quirk."
"Oh come on, Sho-chan," Hizashi's voice crackled from the intercom, "he wasn't that bad~"
"He's literally sleeping on the job! In the middle of a fucking warzone!"
"Maybe his Quirk consumed his stamina too much so he's trying to regain his strength?"
"Should've learned to utilized his physical muscle instead, then."
"Be as it may, that child will be your responsibility," a foreign voice piped in from behind the ajar door, causing the surroundings teachers to look over the newcomer. It was a man in forty or so, wearing a white, coat lab over his black sweater and blue jeans. His grey hair was slicked back, showing them happy wrinkles that adorned almost his entire face. His blue orbs were covered by a thick, square rimmed glasses, silent mirth flashed across them. He was one of the new teacher asides of All Might, who will teach the first years the science of biology. Shota didn't really remember his name, however. Too tired to focus on to the sudden meeting they had this morning, "that son of mine may be lazy but he's known to be the famous underachiever in our town."
"Professor," Thirteen bowed slightly. Before the former sentence settled in and Shota saw those eyes bugged out in an instant, "your son?!"
Professor nodded, ignoring everyone's gaping jaw, "he won't put too much effort into something he didn't like. But when you force him to do something, he'll get it done, albeit on the minimum," the man stepped closer and looked through the monitor, smiling at his still sleeping…son, apparently, "the average score of math is 60? Then he'll get that 60. History, 55? He'll get that 55. And the overall score needs to be at least 125? He'll get that 125."
Kan blinked, "that was…"
Actually kind of smart.
To be able to mentally count the number and confidently fill in the blank, enough to get the average score. This kid may actually be a genius (may actually have potential. Even if it was tiny and practically nonexistent). Shota was sure every single one of them thought that. The mouse-bear principle cackled in delight.
"But…" Kayama slowly started, "whyyyy though? Clearly, he could do more, if you put it like that. But instead of achieving the best, he did the exact opposite?"
A million-dollar question.
Professor's proud smile suddenly turned sour. Shota saw what seems to be sadness, concern, and culpable brewing inside those intelligent eyes. He knew the reason why, yet he answered them with—
"I wonder…"
(And when Wingdings Sans managed to land himself right at the bottom rank of class 1-A candidate but the top rank of class 1-B candidate, the only thing Shota could do was sighed in defeat)
Undertale (game) belongs to Toby Fox
Setting: Tired of Frisk/Chara genocidal route, Sans decided to stop them with his own hand. Injecting DETERMINATION liquid he stole from Alphys lab to his soul, he snatched the kid's RESET button and intend to erase the timeline. One last desperate attack from Frisk/Chara, the RESET button malfunction and the monster kind's consciousness—even Gaster, who was trapped in the timeline stream—were sent to another world (different body but same memory. Yes, they reincarnate instead of turning back in time). Sans' mission right now is to find Papyrus as, unfortunately, they weren't reincarnated as brothers anymore.
Sans' and Gaster's Quirk: Teleportation (Not really. They retained their magic after RESET. But both of them decided to say that their Quirk is Teleportation and the bones are just Support Equipment they created)
Series or One-shot?: Series
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BONUS:
Shota: *stared incredulously at Izuku's and Sans' name at the very bottom of the screen*
Sans: *cheekily smiled* "sooooo…will you expel us both, sensei?"