Sanders Sides One Shots

God, I hate you - Prinxiety

Roman and Virgil argue, it's nothing new. Except they're dating this time. And Roman accidentally tells Virgil he hates him. But he doesn't mean it, right?  

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"God, why do you have to hinder Thomas' ability so much?"

"Hinder? I'm trying to help him!"

And so it continued. They bickered occasionally, usually not for very long and not for serious reasons since they got together. But this, this was serious. They thought they were past this, they worked it all out, they understood each other's functions. And yet... they're still here, shouting at each other, something they vowed they would never do again.

"But you're not! You're not helping anyone at all."

"I-I'm trying my hardest Roman! Give me a fucking break for once!"

"No, why should I."

"Because- because I-"

"Because what? You're doing absolutely nothing. Useless."

"Hey! You're not exactly helping right now. Causing this argument for unnecessary reasons!"

"God, I hate you so much right now."

Oh. Okay. "Okay." Virgil's voice is quiet now, the anger leaving him only to be replaced by complete and utter devastation. Roman hates him. He hates him. And he doesn't blame him. He hates himself too. "Okay," he repeats, unsure if Roman can even hear him but it doesn't matter because he's turning around quickly, ready to escape out of the common area.

But roman speaks up, "wait, Virgil, I-" He stops, uncertain of where he's going next with that sentence. "What Roman? You what?" Virgil asks, anger evident in his voice despite still being quiet, "you hate me, end of." Then he left. He didn't want Roman to say anything else, if he did he might have cried.

Roman did. He cried as Virgil left the common area to go to his room, he watched him walk away as silent tears slid down his cheeks. He knew no amount of apologizing could fix this now. He fucked up.