Sanders Sides One-shots

Hoodie (OTP - Prinxiety)

Ship: Prinxiety

I'm probably gonna be doing Logicality tomorrow, but who knows? We'll see if any of the ideas I've come up with suit Logicality.

Anyways, I have a basic gist of where this chapter is going, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to actually write, so the plot for this once might suck. I'm kinda just letting my writing flow.

It's basically based off what Virg said in the 12 Days of Xmas video, where he said he wears a hoodie all year round.

It'll probably be suck.

FUTURE ME: IT DOES!

Note is at the bottom!

They had learnt to stop questioning it. It was just one of Virgil's quirks, and it didn't take very long to realise that no amount of nagging would convince him otherwise. So, they decided to just go with it because Virgil could be very stubborn when he wanted to.

After some time, they learned to accept that Virgil would insist on wearing his hoodie all year round.

Although, living in Florida didn't exactly help...

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"Ugh," Roman collapsed onto the couch, trying to cool himself down with the fan that had been running all day.

"Roman, stop hogging the cool air!" Patton huffed.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Why in Disney's name did the AC need to die today of all days?!"

"Possibly from overuse." Logan contributed, fanning himself with a pamphlet as he read his book. "We have been abusing it recently. Though, to be fair, the heatwave was rather unexpected."

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Heh, same."

The three traits turned to Virgil as he entered the Common Room, still clad in his thick hoodie. He swayed from side to side as he walked, slightly disoriented. His face was pale, but his cheeks were flushed with an abnormally vibrant pink. His sweat practically came at a steady stream, forcing him to constantly bring an arm up to wipe it away.

He focused solely on walking without tripping or collapsing, not noticing the three worried faces that were directed at him.

"You are too hot."

"Aw, thanks, Princey. Quoting Romeo and Juliet? How romantic." He puffed out, shooting a weak smirk at him.

"No! Literally! What're you doing still wearing that hoodie? You're going to overheat!" Roman berated, not bothering to mask his concern for the anxious trait.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Virgil waved a hand at him dismissively, "Whatever."

"Virg?"

"Yeah?"

"Come here." Logan patted the empty spot on the couch next to him.

Virgil shrugged, staggering towards him and sitting down heavily. He felt a hand gently brush his soaked bangs out of the way and rest itself onto his forehead momentarily.

"Virgil, your temperature is rather worrying. At this point,   it is highly possible for heat syncope to occur."

"I'll be fine!" He batted Logan's hand away grumpily.