Don't mind the cover, I will take requests, but alot of people like to make Logan an actual teacher and Virgil the actual student, I do not take age play, if you give a request like that, I may delete it.
Trigger warning: brief mention of rape and eating disorders
°Logan P.O.V.°
Virgil fell asleep in my lap after the long events of the morning. I looked at him with a sympathetic smile, he was so cute when he was asleep. Patton walked in. "Hey, I'm really sorry about what hap-" He cut himself off when he saw Virgil asleep. "It's alright Patton." I whispered, as to not wake Virgil. I mentally noted that he did not shift his position yet, wich is odd because by this time he would've. "Thanks, Lo." Patton whispered as he closed the door quietly. I looked down in my lap at Virgil, he seemed more stressed, even in his sleep. I was basically examining him. Then I started thinking about the kiss we had the night prior. It made me feel weird, to say the least. It was a bit odd that I had basically made out with someone I met 4 days ago, but it was pretty nice, in a non-creepy way.
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(I worked so fucking hard on this, OMFG.)
I leaned in to kiss Virgil's forehead, but he woke up while it happened. "What....are you doing...?" He asked in his sleepy voice. "Nothing, you need more rest. Go back to sleep." I responded as he laid back down to go to sleep. I rested my head on his shoulder and also went to sleep.
I woke up to Virgil running around the room. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, still half asleep, so you could say it was my 'sleepy voice.' "No. I lost something. I-i can't f-find it, and I really need it...." He said, trailing off. Then I noticed something, he had his arm over his chest covering it. I get up, and walk over to him. "What are you looking for?" I asked, putting my hand on his back. "M-my b-bind-something...... something that I really need..... God, when did I even take it off?" I said, whispering to himself at the last part. Then, it clicked. "Are you looking for your binder?" I ask, kinda looking away. "Y-yes." He said, seemingly embarrassed.
"Have you tried looking in the bathroom?" I ask, trying to help. "No." He said, running to the bathroom. "I found it!" I called out as I pulled him out of the bathroom. He quickly picked it up, and ran to the bathroom, closing and locking the door.
When he came out, he seemed more comfortable, less stressed. "How long do you usually leave it on for?" I ask, trying to help with anything that I could. "Th-three days at a time..." He said, looking down embarrassed. "Virgil, your physical health is just as important as your mental one." I said, walking over to him. "I-i know..... but......... I just don't feel myself when I don't wear it. I used to use bandages to bind, but my friend, Remus, told me it wasn't safe. So, he brought me a real binder." He explained. "Hhhmmm, have you considered getting a gender therapist? Or getting top surgery?" I ask. "Yes and yes. I just don't have the money." He explained again. "Hhhmmm, have you started testosterone?" I ask again. "No, still have no money." He said again. "You are above the age of 18, correct? If you'd like, I could take you to a gender clinic." I explained. "Yes, I'm 21. And, you don't need to, really. They are pretty expensive." He says.
"Maybe, but I still don't want you damaging your body to help dysphoria. I could get you top surgery." I explained once more. "I still don't want you to waste your money on someone who's probably gonna kill themselves either way!" He snapped. "You might not." I say back. "Well, I also might still jump. You said if you didn't make me want to live within 30 days, I could jump." He explains the deal back to me. "Why are we even fighting? I just wanted to help you, is there something going on?" I ask, not in the mood to fight with him, especially after what just happened. "I don't know. Everyone thinks there's something wrong with me, for mom I was the 'sick little girl for dad it was the 'just wanting to get raped' for wanting to go to the male bathrooms, for you it's anger issues. There is not a single thing in this world that is not wrong with me." He ranted, starting to cry a lot. I just hugged him tightly. "There is not a single thing wrong with you Virgil. There is nothing to fix. Nothing to even think about fixing, you are perfect. And anyone doesn't see that can suck a dick."
He laughed a little, but choked because he was still crying. "Are you okay?" I ask, making sure he won't be hurt. "I'm fine. Just choked a little." He explained. "Kinky!" I heard Roman yell from downstairs. "Roman! I swear to fucking God!" Virgil started laughing real hard. (Kinky) will this creater shut the fuck up. I'm trying to explain the story here. (Okay, danm)I laughed along with him a bit.
"Do you want to go downstairs and eat lunch?" I ask, feeling myself get hungry. "I-i uh.... no, I'm not really hungry." He said, holding his stomach. "Are you sure?" I ask, he did seem pretty hungry, seeing as he hadn't eaten all day, he probably was. "N-no....." He says. "Okay, you should still come downstairs with, though. Just in case you do get hungry." I explain. "I won't get hungry. I-i.... I don't usually get hungry." He says, but he didn't know that I knew exactly what he was doing. I went through it, too. "Yeah, the human body is trained to get hungry upon seeing food. You may get hungry, come on." I take his hand, and walk downstairs.
"Aaawww! You guys are so cute!" Patton squeeled. "Thanks, Patton." I say, looking at Virgil as he blushes. "Hey, do we have any bread?" I ask Roman. "Yeah, here." He replies as he tosses the bread to me. "Thanks." I say as I make my sandwich. I see Virgil staring at it. "You know, you can have a sandwich, too, right?" I ask, just trying to get him to eat. "S-sure....I guess." He says, looking at it. I make him a sandwich and hand it to him. "Here." I say, while handing it to him. "Thanks." He responds, eating it quickly. I eat my sandwich and it's about 2:30.
"Hey, do you want to watch that movie?" I ask. "Sure." I get in response from Virgil. "Great." We walk to the living room, I put in a Disney movie. "The princess and the frog?" He asked after seeing the cover. "Yeah, it's one of my favorites." I explain.
We watched movies until dinner time, I didn't want to force him to eat, because that us not how you handle eating disorders. I just wanted him to be around food so that he may get hungry. "It's about dinner time, do you want to have homemade food, or fast food?" I asked. "Uh, I'm not really that hungry." He said. "Well, like I said before, you may get hungry upon seeing good food." I explain. "I-i guess fast food." He said nervously. "Okay, do you want McDonald's or Burger King?" I asked again. "McDonald's." He said, in an almost excited tone. "Okay, I'll go tell Roman and Patton. What do you want from McDonald's?" I asked. "Uhm.... this might sound weird but, can I get a happy meal? They're smaller." He explained. "Sure."
I walk down the hall. "Hey, Ro. Do you guys want anything from McDonald's?" I asked. "Can I have a burger?" Roman asked. He whispered something to Patton and he whispered back. "He wants a quarter pounder meal, he doesn't eat much." Roman explained. I went on an app for getting it delivered, because fuck social interaction with strangers.
The food got delivered and we all ate. Virgil ate half the burger, and half the fries, so that was a win in my book. We all cleaned up and went out separate ways, Roman to his room, Patton following behind, Virgil to the guest room, me following behind. Today was a long day. "Virgil, do you need help sleeping again?" I ask, he nods. And I sat on his bed, played with his hair, and we both eventually fell asleep.
