Sanders Sides Oneshots/Short Stories

Bruises (Anxceit)

^ request ^

DISCLAIMER: This probably isn't very accurate because I don't have experience with S/H, this isn't meant to offend anyone if I get anything wrong about it.

(also yay for anxceit)

WC: 3493

TW: Cutting/ S/H, homophobia, swearing, usage of 'fag' to insult gay people, child abuse

~Janus~

This was the third time today that it had happened.

Janus felt a pressure on his left forearm, and upon looking down at it, he saw a bruise forming. Not again, he thought to himself. Seeing things like this made him worried about his soulmate. Were they getting bullied? Were they in an abusive household? Janus didn't know. And the fact that he didn't know scared him.

He looked down at the bruise again, and visibly flinched. It was a bad one.

"Mr. Sanders? Can I use the restroom?" Janus asked his 11th grade biology teacher.

Mr. Sanders nodded. "Sure, Janus, but not too long." Janus shoved his concealer and some arnica rub in his pocket and rushed out of the classroom, earning a concerned look from his best friend Patton.

Ever since Janus had turned 16 and the soulmate bond had first been created, he'd been receiving more bruises and scrapes than most of the others in his class. Each time he only felt a dull pain, but he knew that his soulmate was receiving injuries much worse than that.

As soon as Janus made it to the bathroom, he took out the arnica and started rubbing it on the bruise. As soon as he finished that, he but concealer over-

Wait a minute, thought Janus as he felt a pressure on his eye. He glanced up at the mirror, grimacing at the vitiligo over the left side of his face, and..

WHO THE FUCK GAVE THEM A BLACK EYE?! The bruise was growing on his right eye by the second, and Janus winced when he saw another bruise show up on his cheek.

That's it, he was going to find his soulmate. Wherever they were, it obviously wasn't safe, and he was going to protect them, whatever it took.

~Virgil~

This was the third time today that it had happened.

Virgil rose shakily from the school bathroom's floor, gripping the sink for balance. Why did his father think it was okay to out him to his whole school as gay?! As if living with him wasn't bad enough already, with his passive-aggressive remarks about his being gay; and when he was in a bad mood, those remarks turned into Virgil being yelled at for about 20 minutes straight (gAy-) about how being gay is a sin, about how much of a disappointment he was.

And now, to add to all that, his father had decided to out him to everyone at his school, which meant more bruising; physical as well as emotional.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. He hadn't met up with his best- his only friend today, he was sure to be worried. Crap. He sighed and pushed the pain to the corner of his mind, preparing the far-too-often-told lie that "these are his soulmate's bruises".

- after school -

Virgil sighed. He didn't want his father to know that he was home, he had been in such a bad mood earlier.

"VIRGIL STORM!" Well, no escaping her now.

"What is it, Dad?" He hated how 'dad' felt in his mouth. That man wasn't a father. A dad would be accepting of his son, no matter who he loved.