Sanders Sides One-Shots

You Matter To Me- Prinxiety

Roman sighed as he stared at Virgil's door. His hand was only an inch away from knocking, but he couldn't stop the anxious feeling from washing over him.

He knew that going into Virgil's room would probably only heighten the feeling, but his concern for Virgil would beat his fear ten out of ten times.

Roman worked up what was left of his courage, gently rapping on the door. "Virgil? I know you're in there,"

He tried to twist the doorknob but it didn't budge.

"Please, Vee, I just want to talk to you!"

He was starting to feel more desperate. He hadn't seen Virgil outside of his room in almost three days. He knew Virgil was ignoring him, but he didn't know why. Sure they had an argument, but it was only because Virgil never accepted his compliments. He always started fidgeting, and would deny all the nice things Roman said.

Roman wondered if it was because he used to tease Virgil so mercilessly.

Roman rested his forehead against the door. "Please," he hadn't meant to, but his voice broke. "I just want to know if you're alright."

Maybe it was the way his voice cracked, or maybe it was how pitiful he sounded, but it managed to draw a response.

"Roman? What are you doing?" Roman winced, like the sound of Virgil's voice physically hurt him. He sounded exhausted.

His head snapped up and he barely avoided banging his head into the door. "Virgil!" Roman pressed the palms of his hands on the wood like it would somehow bring them closer. "I'm sorry that we fought. I'm sorry that I snapped at you. Please, don't shut me out!"

Roman ignored the Frozen parallel, no matter how well it fit this situation. He tried twisting the doorknob again, and it wasn't as jammed. Virgil must have been holding the knob in place with his hand.

"It's okay," Virgil said quietly.

"If it's okay then let me in!" Roman pleaded. He knew at this point that when Virgil said things were fine, things were probably not fine.

Virgil must have paused or hesitated or something because he didn't hear an answer.

"Virgil?"

The door opened, leaving a small gap about an inch in size, and Virgil's deep brown eye peeked out at him.

"Can I come in?"

"No!" Virgil shot that idea down quickly.

Roman tried to pretend he wasn't a little bit hurt, but he was more worried about Virgil. It sounded like he was hiding something. So what was he hiding?

Roman leaned against the door, trying to nonchalantly nudge the door open but Virgil used his foot to block it.

"Why won't you just tell me what's wrong?" Roman did his best to sound earnest but he still felt like a hint of annoyance slipped in.

"It's dumb," Virgil muttered under his breath.

"If it's bothering you, then it matters." Roman said softly.

"I– I thought– that you were mad at me–"

"What?" Roman cried out, making Virgil flinch. He felt a pang of guilt and tried to simmer down. "I could never be mad at you. Unless you insulted a Disney movie."

Virgil smiled weakly, but it was better than nothing. Especially when it was a lame joke.

"Can I come in?"

Virgil shook his head, but this time Roman didn't care. He pushed the door open wider, but he had to be careful. He didn't want to accidentally whack his boyfriend, especially since they just fought.