Sanders Sides Oneshots - Another Fluff Fic Event

[10] - Prinxiety - Obnoxious

Warnigns: anxiety attack, roman isnt as confident as he pretends to be, roman trusts him <3, mentions virgil having had anxiety attacks, sorry roman i keep making u suffer

Prompt 1: trust

Idk college au??

Didnt really proofread this much😬

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Virgil might not like the extra and obnoxious and terribly too confident kid in his drama and writing class very much, if at all. He was loud and always so sure of himself even when he was wrong and he loved to debate with other classmates and he was so obviously outgoing and well liked and... well, he annoyed Virgil a lot.

But it wasn't as if, when stumbling upon him sitting curled up and shaking on the floor next to the drama stage after classes had ended, he was just going to turn around and leave him there.

It was tempting, definitely, but Virgil knew how absolutely shitty panic and anxiety attacks were, and he really wasn't heartless enough just to abandon him when he looked like he really needed someone. Virgil gritted his teeth at himself and let the door to the drama room shut quietly behind himself.

Deeply regretting and cursing whatever had brought both him and Roman to the drama classroom at the same time today he made his way over to where the other was sitting. He wasn't sure Roman was even aware that someone else had entered the classroom and he didn't know how to alert his presence. What if Roman would just snap at him?

Virgil took his backpack off, kneeling nearby but out of reach from the other who seemed unaware of his surroundings, busy hyperventilating and trembling.

"Hey, Roman?" Virgil said gently, keeping his voice quiet and calm, but the other still flinched and looked up at him, struggling to focus his tear filled eyes on Virgil. Loud and overly confident or not, Virgil didn't like seeing him like this. It didn't seem right, not with how he always acted in class.

"It's, um... I share some classes with you." Virgil said, realizing Roman might not know his name, though his description didn't really make it easier for Roman to figure out who he was.

Virgil had always carefully made sure to not have to engage in a conversation with Roman. He had so many friends and he seemed to enjoy arguing and Virgil really wanted to stay as far away from the center of attention as possible, which meant he was the absolute opposite of Roman who always stood and talked to a group of people and loudly answered the teachers questions and wanted the lead roles in plays and would always talk about some party that someone was having.

"Can you try a breathing technique with me? It might sound stupid but it does really help." Virgil said, not really receiving a response but deciding to begin to count out the steps for him anyway.

"Breathe in for seven seconds. Hold your breath for four seconds. Breathe out for eight seconds." Etcetera.

He continued his instructions because there was nothing else to really do and after a bit it seemed that Roman was actually following his advice and his breathing was becoming somewhat steady and his fingers that had been digging into his arms relaxed, his nails (painted with glittery golden nail polish) leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin.

Virgil kept repeating the exercise until Roman seemed to be rid of his panic, only left trembling and crying instead, entire face wet from tears. Virgil dug for a package of paper towels and offered it to Roman who took one and sat and stared at it for a while while sniffling.

Then he wiped his face, which didn't seem very useful when the tears just kept coming. Roman took another one and blew his nose.

"Here." Virgil said, extending Roman his water bottle and one of the candy bars that he always had with him just for after anxiety attacks. They were utterly exhausting, but eating and drinking something usually helped make him feel a little more like a person again.