Sander Sides Oneshots, B****

When Cute Boys Give you Lemons

Ship: Platonic or Romantic Sleepxiety (leaning towards platonic gonna be real)

Warnings: Food, swearing, panic attacks

Summary: Virgil is panicking at this disco, and a stranger attempts to help!

Word Count: 440

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It shouldn't have led to this. This was just too much for Virgil to handle. He stared at his trembling hands before fully curling himself into a ball on the floor. If only having crippling anxiety came with the perk of not feeling guilt for his actions. Virgil laughed to himself through his tears. 'Humor is the best coping mechanism' after all. Well, according to his friend Remus who loved masking his insecurities with dirty jokes. Virgil didn't even know what he was doing here, but it wasn't supposed to be bad. He couldn't find it in himself to leave, or even move, however much he desperately wanted to.

"Is this seat taken?" Virgil didn't bother moving and grunted a response back at the stranger, despite knowing he was on the concrete outside a really loud house party. He heard the shuffling on them sitting down. "Your friend, Logan said you'd be out here but I didn't know this is what he meant. Oh well, not everyone enjoys parties but that's perfectly fine."

Virgil moved slightly to look at this stranger. He was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, despite it being 10 at night and relatively hot outside. His attempt to respond failed when he hiccuped through his sobs. The stranger gave a smile.

"Take your time, do you want to bite into a lemon slice?" As he said this, he held out one in his hand. Virgil, mostly out of feigned politeness, took it and bit into it.

His tears stopped as he whispered. "What the fuck?"

The sour taste was overwhelming and Virgil felt better out of pure confusion. He looked at the stranger with wide eyes and back to the lemon. It looked much sadder with all the juice gone from the middle of it. The stranger gave a hearty laugh and took the lemon slice back. Virgil brushed his hands against his jeans, attempting to get the stickiness out.

"I saw a TikTok trend about it a while ago," He shrugged. The stranger held up a small glass to let Virgil look. "The lemon is actually from my drink. I think it's a type of grounding technique? I'm Remy, by the way."

After a moment, Virgil was pretty sure that he hadn't been introduced to someone quite like this before. He gave a soft smile, trying to clean his face with his hoodie sleeve. "Virgil. Why did you talk to Logan to find me?"