Colorful

Ice Skating

The entirety of the next day, Virgil only thought about one thing: ice skating. He teasingly taunted Roman in the one class they shared in the morning, throwing small balls of paper at the back of his head until Roman silently got up from his seat and moved to the one beside Virgil, an amused smirk twitching at his lips.

"Yes, Virgil?" he whispered, keeping his voice low so he didn't interrupt the lecture and get yelled at by the teacher.

"Just messing with you, Princey," he grinned, throwing his boyfriend's hoodie hood over his head and sticking his tongue out, a positively impish expression gracing his face that made Roman's heart skip a beat and brought butterflies to his stomach.

Roman smiled and rolled his eyes."Do you want to head to the ice rink right after school, or wait until a little later?"

"After school. Then we can grab dinner after."

Virgil turned his eyes back to the teacher, and without looking at Roman, he smoothly held out one hand. Roman hooked their pinkies together, a soft smile tugging at his lips, and that was how they stayed the rest of class. It may or may not have highly confused most of the students in the class who were used to the emo and the theatre nerd picking on each other.

Before they knew it, the rest of the morning had passed, and it was time for lunch. Roman met Virgil halfway to the cafetera, and slid his hand into the emo's without hesitation, their fingers threading together. The two of them got their food before joining their friend group in the cafeteria, sitting down beside Patton with Remy and Logan on the other side of the table, and Patton greeted them with a grin.

"Hey, lovebirds. What's been going on with you two lately? Past two days, you went from being casual friends to attached at the hip."

Virgil turned red, hiding in taking a bite of his food before he answered. "Sorry, Pat. I've been meaning to talk to you."

He held up his hand, pinching it hard as a demonstration, and Roman flinched, the back of his hand flashing red where Virgil had pinched. "Ow," Roman mumbled in a whine, bringing his other hand up to rub the back of the one Virgil's pinch had shot through.

The reactions across the table were wildly different for each person. Logan's eyebrows rose in intrigue on his forehead, Patton whistled lowly, and Remy sipped at his coffee - in the canteen he brought to school every day, no matter how late stopping for coffee made him - watching the two of them with a calm collectedness that was just different enough from his normal demeanor to be slightly unnerving.

"You two are soulmates?" Logan asked interestedly, to which Virgil nodded, a bitten-back smile tugging at his lips. "Fascinating. Hold your hand out, Virgil."

He complied with a chuckle and a glance at Remy. Why was he being so quiet? Was everything okay? Virgil made a mental note to talk to Remy after his date with Roman, and see if he was alright.

Logan reached out and pinched Roman's hand, watching as Virgil's flashed red. He seemed satisfied with that, as if a hypothesis of his had been confirmed. With a noise of complaint in the back of his throat, Roman yanked his hand away from Logan, scrunching up his face. "Stop with the pinching! How would you like it if I--" He cut himself off by reaching across the table and pinching the nerd's arm.

"Ow!" Patton squeaked out as pain flashed through his arm, a red patch appearing on his skin.

Logan hadn't reacted, despite the fact that he had been the one being pinched. And yet, as soon as Patton flinched, Logan's face flushed red in a way that none of them had ever seen before. The rest of the table fell silent, eyes going wide, as they regarded the unlikely pair. The fact that their friend group had not one but two sets of soulmates was beyond unlikely. It was damn near insane.