The blurred ring of the bell sounded outside, echoing down the halls of UA. Soon after the door swung open, Aizawa immediately made eye contact with me. I grimace under his calculating gaze. I smile in an attempt to ease the awkward atmosphere I found myself trapped in. Aizawa walked over and sat in the chair; his face was stoic and unreadable. Recovery girl seemed to sense the tenseness of the situation and decided to go on with her work and avoid interfering.

"so, how was class? i didn't miss anything important, did i?" I ask, trying to upheave a conversation to fill the silence. Aizawa sighed, opting to ignore the weak attempt at small talk; instead giving him a disappointed stare, I grimaced. Guilt seemed to tug at my soul; I must've given him the fright of his life (Not literally, of course, he's probably seen some shit-) 

"Explain." Is all Aizawa said, I shift uncomfortably. I look over his features, posture, expression, and anything that could help me get out of this. I noted the slight darkening in the already dark bags under his eyes. Old habits die hard.

"could you be a little more specific?" I ask, ever since I'd woken up, my brain had felt like it was lagging behind.

"What the hell were you thinking? Messing with your soul was irrational." Aizawa scolded, his voice wavered ever so slightly.

"i guess i wasn't thinking, but i'm fine. really." I offered; Aizawa was definitely not convinced.

"I don't think writhing in agony after passing out, suffering from a persistent nightmare so bad that I had to erase your Quirk to get you here is considered anywhere near 'fine.'" He said, raising an eyebrow; I looked down to the floor, thinking back. 

"maybe not for most people." I mutter, the words held still in the air. I wished I could take them back. For the months I'd lived with Aizawa, I was lucky enough to have been able to hide most of my 'outbursts.' Being able to stifle a scream or suppress adrenalin-fueled magic was something I had to learn early on; I wanted to spare Pap (And the neighbours) my late-night... problems.

I knew that Aizawa was holding back a lot of things thanks to being in the presence of another person, to my relief and slight dismay. I knew the full lecture would come later. The room settles back into silence.

"Show it to me." Aizawa instructs; I really, really didn't want to.

"show what to you?" I ask in fake innocence.

"Your soul." He said flatly; he was trying not to show it. But he was worried; who wouldn't be? Someone he said he's cared for messed with the culmination of their being, passed out and had magic- Quirk outburst while having a nightmare after telling him that he's a universe travelling skeleton that was stuck in an ever-repeating hell. If there was one, it definitely wasn't Aizawa. With that information in mind, along with high respect for the man beside him, he (Reluctantly) pulls his soul from his chest, revealing the continued spread of the glowing red bleaching into his soul.

As we both look at it, I note the oddly familiar shape the red bled into, familiar... I looked back up to Aizawa, who'd notably paled, I felt my (nonexistent) gut churn as Aizawa stared. Even with his limited knowledge, Aizawa knew that whatever the red was doing couldn't be good. I let the soul disappear back into the depths of my chest once more.

"it hasn't done anything so far. nothing that i've noticed, at least." I say in a feeble attempt to get Aizawa to ask a question about literally anything else. Aizawa ran with this, guessing he wouldn't find out anything more on the subject. Not now, at least. Instead, he turned to another question that had been burning at the back of his mind for a while now.

"Who's Gaster?" 

I felt my breath die in my throat; my finger twitched slightly, and my eye light flashed. I dampened it down as fast as it came. I furrow my brows and tilt my head slightly.

"what?" I ask, was I lying? Yes. Was it a desperate attempt at covering up the panic that occurred at the mention of that man's name? Definitely. Did he fall for it? Absolutely not. My soul felt like someone was squeezing the life out of it just at the thought of that repulsive man. I found myself scowling down at the ground, making my lie even more obvious.

"Sans, tell me." Aizawa said. I wanted to. I wanted to trust him, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Even attempting to form words to explain the hurt, my brain pushed back to suppress the memories of the events. I could hear a slight rattling of my bones. 

I clench my jaw, bringing myself down to earth again; Aizawa's expression was painted with monotoned concern and worry. I bit out one sentence.

"i've told you enough."

A/N:

Wowza, we got someone falling back into their old, secretive ways, haven't we? Poor skeleton, boi. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! What do you think the DT is shaping, if anything?

Boi!