Prinxiety one-shots

Shirt

No warnings just fluff

Virgil was a petite boy. Short;5'3, small waist, small hands, small feet. All of it. He was a small person.

But his boyfriend, Roman, was tall;5'11, broad, buff, six pack, strong arms, all that.

So, when Roman would leave the house for work or to hang out with friends, Virgil would take on of Roman's shirt, preferably the one he wore the day prior.

The only problem with this is the fact that Roman's shirts are huge on him. They come down to his thighs, it hangs off one of his shoulders as well.

Sometimes he would fall asleep with the shirt on and when Roman would come home, his heart would melt. His baby would be curled up on the couch or on the bed, Roman's shirt over his hands and his knees tucked into the shirt too.

Roman would chuckle softly and pick Virgil up, if he was on the couch, and carry him upstairs to their bed room. Laying the small boy down on the bed. Usually getting pulled into the bed by said boy for cuddles. But Roman didn't mind. He would plant a soft kiss somewhere on Virgil's face or in his hair before falling asleep himself.