Soulmate AU, Highschool AU
Roman looked down at his wrist, spotting the faint artwork on his arm. His soulmate was drawing on themselves. Again. It's a common occurrence that Roman didn't mind one bit because of how detailed the artwork was. Roman lives in a world where when soulmates draw, write, or damage their body, it will show up on their counterpart wherever they did something on their body.
Roman, sadly, saw light scratches or cuts on his thighs and hips, saying that his soulmate is suicidal or hate their body in general. Whenever a new cut would show up, Roman would write on his wrist to give words of encouragement, saying that he would always be there for them, no matter what, even if they cut themselves. He knew his soulmate is a cis-gendered male, who used he/him pronouns, which delighted Roman because he was Bisexual but liked guys more.
Roman sat at his desk, tapping a mechanical pencil against his cheek, currently taking an English test. Roman did not have the best grades, but, at least he was passing all his classes, right? He never saw the point in specializing in any particular subject besides theater. He wanted to be an actor for crying out loud and this stupid school made him pass the classes with at least a C- or he is retaking that particular class. Roman finished up bubbling his answers in and handed his test in, glancing at his wrist.
Whenever his partner wrote on their wrist, Roman's arm would tingle, like he slept on it and was currently regaining feeling. Roman pulled up the sleeve of his letterman jacket, smiling softly at what was written on his wrist.
'Just finished the stupid math test today, I just want a nap'
Roman read over the scratchy writing and had to keep in his laughter, grabbing a pen from his jacket pocket and started writing back.
'I just finished my English test, I'm ready to stab myself in the eye if I read anything more about Latin and Greek roots.'
Currently, Virgil is sitting in the back of a classroom, staring at his arm as he read his soulmates reply, smiling softly to himself. He always had such neat handwriting, always writing in a gold pen to him. It was weird, but, Virgil felt like it suited the man very well, even though he hadn't met him. The bell rang, signaling students to go to their next class, making Virgil roll down his sleeve before he could reply to him.
Virgil saw Patton running up to him and pulled his earbuds out, quirking an eyebrow. "Hey, Pat, what's up?" Virgil asked, watching the senior bounce in his spot, his backpack bouncing off his back as he did so. "Oh my gosh, Virgil! I think I just met my soulmate, and he's so cute, so, I did the normal thing anyone would do and wrote a dad joke because my soulmate doesn't really like them but he laughs anyway and so, I wrote it down on my wrist where a watch would be and saw the joke on him, and, gosh, Virgil I am so excited!" Virgil took in all this information and gave a smirk and replied, "That's pretty cool, Pat. Hope you get to see him soon, I have to head to drama, see ya."
Virgil is genuinely happy for Patton, but, he can't help but be a bit jealous of him. His soulmate never really talked to him until 8th grade, and even then, Virgil couldn't even ask him his name. He liked the blind trust and how he was just able to talk to him normally. He also really appreciated the support after he went through some tough times.
Virgil sighed and walked through the drama doors, a big stage in the front of the room with rows of plush seats near the back of the room near the doors. Virgil spotted Roman, who was currently reciting some lines of the script that the teacher have given them to rehearse for the upcoming auditions. Virgil never wanted to be apart of the cast, opting for being a techie instead. Virgil swore to himself as Roman spotted him and jumped off the stage, walking in his direction. Virgil didn't necessarily hate Roman, he just heavily disliked him, but, something was always nagging him to just be civil with him, which was nearly impossible with their two clashing personalities.
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Prinxiety One-Shots (Requests CLOSED)
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