[tw: janus being a lil bit sexy. there's a bit of innuendos. nothing too bad imo but still]
Roman glanced up from his comfortable spot on the couch to see his roommate walk out of his room, stretching, his shirt revealing a bit of his waist as he lifted his arms. "Hey there, hotshot," he muttered, turning back to his phone.
He felt a light smack on the right side of his head and chuckled as his roommate moved past him. "I have a goddamn name, you know," he growled angrily as he went to the kitchen.
"Do you, now?" Roman teased, raising his voice so the man could hear him through the wall.
"V-I-R-G-I-L," he spelled out. "Two syllables, not that hard." He came around the corner again, leaning against the wall and lifting the mug to his lips, sipping his coffee quietly.
"Vir-gi-l," Roman dragged out, making it three syllables. "Seems pretty hard to me."
"That's what she said," Virgil muttered into his cup. Before Roman could make the slightest offended gasp or comment, Virgil continued. "What're you doing today?"
Roman huffed out an annoyed sigh before answering. "Work, then I told my friends I'd do downtown with them, hang out. Wanna come?" he offered.
"You're sweet," Virgil said, walking around the side of the couch and sitting down next to him. Roman felt a small spark in his chest at those words before he continued. "But I've got rehearsal with my band."
"I will never understand how someone as edgy and introverted as you managed to form an indie music band instead of punk."
He shrugged. "It was Remus' idea."
The two sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes - Virgil drinking his coffee, Roman scrolling along on his phone - until finally Virgil got a text.
He groaned and stood up, never one for interaction. He set his now-finished coffee on the table before walking into the other room, grabbing his phone from its place on his bedside table, where it sat to be charged every night. Roman watched his retreating form go with a smirk.
His deeds were rewarded a few seconds later with a loud 'fuck you, Princey,' which was yelled from Virgil's bedroom. Roman snickered as he reemerged, glaring but now in possession of his phone. "Who the hell do you think you are, making me get up and walk all the way to the other side of the room just to get a 'hey' text from you," he groaned. "I'm trying to be lazy, damn it."
"Gotta keep you on your toes somehow." Roman stood up, pocketing his own phone and taking Virgil's mug back to the kitchen as a sign of peace.
"My anxiety already does that bloody perfectly, thanks," a shout came from the living room, and Roman laughed to himself, humming quietly as he washed the cup. Setting it down, he walked off to his own room, quickly getting changed and tugging the sleeves of his white-and-red hoodie past his elbows, pulling his messenger bag off of his bed and re-checking to make sure all the things he needed were inside. Satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder, walking back out.
He passed a smile and a wave to Virgil and Remy, the second of which didn't notice due to his head resting on his arms as he groaned tiredly. Virgil returned it, and Roman walked out of their apartment.
He quickly made his way down the stairs, jumping the last few steps. "Be careful, Roman," a voice called.
"I will, Mrs Patty," he answered, turning and waving to the sweet lady who had the unfortunate luck of living beneath the three boys.
"You have a good day now, dear," she said with a bright smile, adjusting the flowers in her planter.
"You too, ma'am," he said good-naturedly, opening the door and grinning as the sun hit his face, warming it up.
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Fanfiction[multishippers, get your asses in here. this one's for you 💖] Roman Trente has a few things. A roommate that he's gotten fond of. Well, as fond as you can be of a short, emo nightmare. Fond nonetheless. They're as close as he'd like them to be. Whi...
