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Virgil was broken.
Or at least, that's what he thought.
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It had started when he got his first crush. Of course it had to be on Roman, but that wasn't the problem.
The problem was that, even when he wasn't around Roman, he would keep blinking randomly. It didn't really bother him, per say, but it annoyed him and didn't make sense. You were only supposed to blink around your crush. Not with your eyes blinking, though- blinking was when you… flickered, for lack of a better word. You would "blink" in and out of existence. It was some sort of human reflex, to try and hide yourself around someone you were flustered by.
Anyway, Virgil wouldn't stop blinking. Which was… not good. Something had to be wrong with him. Which led him to the conclusion that he was broken.
Sure, it might be self-deprecating. But that was sort of his thing, so it didn't really matter.
What mattered was that no one could see him because he was still blinking.
He was in school, and hadn't been visible all day. People were a bit freaked out by the disembodied voice, but that was to be expected.
What he didn't expect was to run into his crush. Literally.
…
Well, not quite.
Virgil had been walking down the hallway - minding his own business - when a foot tripped him. He fell into the person's arms, disgruntled. Looking up to give the person who'd decided to trip him a piece of him a piece of his mind, he choked on air.
Brown hair, dyed red at the tips. A strong jawline with a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. Beautiful chestnut eyes. An air of drama about him.
This was Roman Prince.
Blushing bright red, he stuttered his way through an apology, not daring to risk looking up at Roman.
When he'd finished, he nervously wrapped his arms around himself, only to realize he was still in Roman's arms holy shit.
He immediately jumped away, and Roman took a step back, startled.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll go," Virgil stammered.
Roman looked confused.
" You're sorry? I'm the one who tripped you. I should be apologizing!"
Virgil scuffed his feet. "Right, uh, I'm sorry anyway..." He mumbled, trailing off.
Just then, he saw a figure come up behind Roman. Well, he saw their shadow- Virgil was still staring at his feet.
The figure hooked his arms around Roman's shoulders, and rested their chin on them.
"What's this, Darling?" The figure purred, smirking- Virgil assumed. He still hasn't lifted his head.
"Are you making this gorgeous little thing blush?"
Wow, okay, Virgil was going to pass out.
"Come on, show us your face, kitten." The figure said smoothly, bringing their fingers to the underside of Virgil's chin, and tilting his head up.
He locked eyes with the - beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, perfect - figure, and promptly disappeared.
"Oh, dear, we haven't flustered the poor thing, have we?" The figure asked, sounding delighted. They retracted their hand as a chuckle sounded from Roman. "Come, now, we both know you love flirting with people."
The figure - which Virgil had now identified as Roman's boyfriend, Janus - pouted. "Shush."
Roman laughed again, a low, deep sound. Janus laughed with him, and, well, at least now Virgil had figured out why he kept blinking.
Of course, he chose that exact moment to come back into existence.
Roman and Janus both turned to look at him. Roman opened his mouth, and the only thought Virgil had was nope, not going to be a puddle of embarrassment in front of them again before he was power walking away from them.
God, he was such a disaster gay.