dance with me // prinxiety college au

ten

"No Virge, he's right. I'm gonna take you back to your dorm." Roman looked to Patton who nodded in reply.

"I'll get your stuff together. Do you want to change before you go?" Patton asked. He picked up Virgil's backpack and unplugged his friend's phone from the wall.

"Jacket." Virgil groaned as Roman helped him up.

Patton dug around in Virgil's bag for a moment before pulling out the black, and, thanks to Patton's sewing skills, purple patched jacket. He tossed it to Roman who helped Virgil into it.

"I'm fine." Virgil hissed at Roman.

"Obviously not." Roman shot back. "Patton dearest, may I have his backpack?" Roman asked and Patton handed him the bag.

Roman slung the backpack over his shoulder and smiled at Virgil.

"I do hope you don't mind being carried." Roman smiled sweetly at Virgil as the latter let out a loud sound of protest.

"Leave it be, Virgil. Just let him take you back to your dorm." Patton interjected.

"It's just across the way, I can walk!" Virgil argued.

"Stop arguing, Virgil." Patton's tone was dangerously low. Virgil knew Patton wasn't playing around.

"Fine." Virgil sighed, turning to Roman.

Roman smiled at him, hooking one of his arms behind Virgil's knees and the other on his middle back.

It wasn't until that moment that Virgil realized how tall Roman was compared to him.

Within a few minutes, Roman was holding Virgil in his arms outside of the dance student's dorm room as said dance student fumbled with his keys. He finally got it unlocked and Roman pushed the door open. He set Virgil down gently on his bed, sliding the dance student's backpack from his shoulders and setting it at the end of the bed.

Roman noticed Remus's laptop, sitting closed on his bed. The psychology student was nowhere to be seen.

"He's not in a class, he probably just went to get something to eat or something." Virgil commented. He was scrolling on his phone, sitting up back against the headboard. He moved over,
closer to the wall, and patted the spot on the bed next to him.

Roman smiled gently and sat next to the dance student. Virgil immediately scooted towards Roman, crossing his legs over Roman's.

Roman held the back of his hand against Virgil's forehead, immediately frowning. "You're hot."

"Awe, thanks." Virgil's retort was quick.

"That is not how I meant it and you know that. It's like you don't even care about your health."

"Nope." Virgil murmured, popping the 'p.'

"Drink some water." Roman held out Virgil's water bottle for the latter to take.

"Roman," Virgil whined. He turned off his phone, tossing it carelessly towards the end of the bed.

"Please?" Roman was desperate, though he did a good job hiding it.

"But why? Death is inevitable anyways, I'm just speeding up the process."

Roman turned his head, his lips just barely brushing Virgil's cheek as he spoke to Virgil in a low voice, "drink the water, Virge."

Virgil let out a whine of protest, but took the bottle anyways, popping the cap and taking a sip.

"There, happy?"

"For now, yes." Roman smiled.

Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil's middle, pulling the latter into his lap. Virgil resting his head back on Roman's chest.

"I really want to make you feel wanted."

"I know, Ro."

"Just take your time." Roman whispered.

Virgil didn't remember falling asleep, but Roman wasn't there when he woke. There was a note on the nightstand, but he didn't look at it. He lay in place, hoping to find himself asleep once more.

Before his eyes slid closed again he found himself thinking one thing:
It's almost time, Roman. Almost time.

// an //

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