Sander sides one shots

Prinxiety - Love Muffins part 1 (Rewritten)

Warning: None, to my knowledge.

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Virgil honestly didn't understand the point of this magic class. No one had really consistently used magic for hundreds upon thousands of years. While there were a few people who did, they were usually shunned for doing so. Because of this, he wasn't sure why they were teaching in a suburban neighborhood, much less that was actually part of the school curriculum according to his older brother.

Logan had also stated that it most likely only there so the government could be excused for using magic in the future but Virgil didn't really care about that. He could normally deal with magic class and it's stupidity, but these past few sessions had reached another level. Recently, the teacher, who was an another thing that annoyed Virgil about the class, had began to teach them how to make what was essentially love potions.

No. I'm not kidding.

Now you may be asking; Why did would horny teenagers need to learn how to make what is literally consent stealing drug? Well, Virgil honestly didn't know either. Seriously, they had spent five lessons on this and Virgil still didn't know why they thought teaching this to teenagers was a good idea. This time they even learnt how to secretly add it to baking, specifically muffins.

Well, at the very least Virgil's magics teacher was sane enough not to just hand out the love potion in any form to the students after class. Instead he had decided that the best course of action to take would be to burn them in the school's incinerator to be rid of them. Or rather intrust one of his students burn them. If it wasn't clear enough, Virgil was the one who was instructed burn them.

Not even during school either. He was forced to do so after school, his own free time. Honestly, why is everyone in this school so stupid? Like seriously, what the hell? So when he had lunch, instead of going straight to his locker for food, he headed back across the crowded school to do the dumb job that he was given. After he picked it up, Virgil carried the crate of muffins down the hall.

He didn't bother to give the people staring at him in confusion the time of day. After repeatedly dropping the box on his foot eight times and getting increasingly frustrated, Virgil finally made it to his locker, placing the box down so he could unlock it. He was relieved to finally put down the ridiculously heavy crate but his relief was cut short when he saw Roman Sanders taking stuff out of his own locker.

Virgil hissed sharply at him subconsciously. That Mr. Princely Perfect annoyed him beyond belief. He was a huge narcissist prick, not that he didn't have a reason. Virgil wasn't blind, he knew Roman was attractive. What with his slicked back neat chestnut brown hair, gorgeous green eyes and tanned skin, his blue ripped jeans and black shirt.

It was all topped off with a red and white varsity jacket with a embored golden crown on right side of the chest. He constantly flirted with anyone who was remotely attractive despite having a boyfriend. In all honesty, he literally made Virgil want to throw up. He hadn't realized that he had hissed out loud until Roman turned his head toward him. "What?" He asked, clearly as annoyed as Virgil was.

You see, Roman and Virgil had a very mutual hatred for eachother since they were total opposites. With Roman being popular and confident and Virgil being a loner and insecure. Since their lockers were right next to one another, they often ran into eachother on a daily basis, much to both of their dismay. So, make it more bareable, they often gave the other insulting nicknames in passing and that was basically their relationship.

As per usual, Virgil was just about to respond with some sassy line when Roman spoke again, scrunching up his nose as he looked down at something on the ground. Roman placed his hands on his hips, holding his chest higher. "Why in the world do you have a crate of muffins, emo nightmare?" Virgil followed his line of sight to see that Roman staring at the wooden crate quizzically.

He sighed, knowing he actually had to put into words. He rubbed the tired out of his eyes before letting his hand fall loudly to his side. "I dont know why'd you care but if you have to know, the magic teacher wants me to get rid of them." Roman seemed even more confused than before. Had he not had those lesson yet? Great, just another thing Virgil had to be jealous of him for.

Roman raised his eyebrows for a second with a shrug, tilting his head from the left to the right. Before Virgil warn Roman him not to, he grabbed one of the muffins out of the crate. Virgil instinctively tried to snatch off of him but he had already taken a bite of one. "Wai- uh..." Virgil hugged himself, feeling a little nervous. He immediately tensed up, bunching up on himself.

Oh God, what was this going to turn out like? Roman shallowed his mouthful and looked up at Virgil, his eyes widening slightly at him as if he hadn't noticed Virgil right in front of him.  A rosy blush spend across his cheeks and a small, seemingly genuine smile grace his lips, Virgil immediately felt sick to his stomach. Of course this had to have happened to Virgil of all people.

Roman didn't move for a moment, scanning Virgil causing him shuffle awkwardly under his gaze. While he had completely looked over Virgil, Roman seemed fixated by Virgil's hazel eyes, staring into them until his smile widened. "Did you always have such breathtaking eyes, Virgil?" He spoke softly, as if speaking any louder would cause Virgil to shatter and crack, like a fragile piece of china.

Virgil awkwardly smiled, eyes flicking around to see that a few people had begun to take notice of the strangeness and watch them. He hated all this attention. Suddenly, Roman cupped his cheek, earning a couple gasps from the people in the hallway around them. Virgil looked back at him as he brushed Virgil's bangs out of his eyes and tucked them lovingly behind his ear.

Virgil got hit with a complete wave of uncomfortableness, knowing he was going ridiculed for whole thing later on. His self preservation instincts kicked in, pushing Roman off of him. He stumbled back but never broke eye contact with Virgil. They stayed like that for a few seconds longer, not exchanging a word. Virgil felt his stomach twist and turn. He wasn't liking this at all.

Virgil needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Quickly, Virgil opened his locker, picking the box back up and somehow finding a place for it between his band posters and books. He took a snack out and slammed his locker, only to see Roman right in front of him again. Softly Roman took his hand before he could run off or protest. He kissed it gently, looking back at Virgil with a charming smirk.

"I hope to see you soon, Virgil..." For some reason, Virgil felt butterflies enter his stomach at Roman calling him his real name. He didn't think he ever had before and if Roman had at some point, Virgil honestly couldn't remember that far back. He let Virgil's hand go and walked off to his class. Virgil waved a little as he left. "L-later..." He spoke quietly even though Roman probably couldn't hear him.

His eyes widened a little at a realization. Why had he become flustered by all this? Why was he stammering? He reached up to touch his cheeks. He could practically feel heat coming there because of how much blood had rushed there during his and Roman's conversation. Why was Virgil blushing if he knew he was just doing it because of those darn muffins? He sighed.

He'd sort this out later but for now? His egg and ham sandwich calling to him and he couldn't ignore for any longer. He started to head across the school to the cafeteria, a nervous pit forming in his stomach as people still gave him disgusted side eyes as he passed through the hall. Again, why did all this happen to him? Did he do something so bad that the universe needed to even the score with him.

He'd never know.

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1422 words.

I'm so sorry for not updating for like two months but I got super busy. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.