A/N

Firstly, I would like to welcome you! I hope you will enjoy!

Secondly, I simply fell in love with Slice Of Life/Super Powers/Romance/Comedy genre for Sander Sides and made me want to try out my own story with a similar premise.

Thirdly, I do not own Sander Side Characters - They belong to Thomas Sanders!

Ships within – Prinxiety and Logicality

(P.S. I'm terrible at dad jokes . so bare with me)

Without further or do! Please enjoy! I may change the title down the road~

Chapter one: Moving day

It was a week before university began, the students had begun to conglomerate in the halls, hauling boxes to move into their new student accommodations, checking out the campus and making new friends.

This was the same for Logan, Patton, Roman and Virgil.

The educational establishment was 'Sanders University' located in the city of Plymouth. The city was not large but it held over 300,000 people, most of which were students, hence earning the title of 'student city'.

Patton was the first to arrive at their student flat, at least that is how it appeared. Patton, aged 19, was a bubbly character, always able to make new friends and had a charm about him which everyone adored.

He wore a plain blue shirt and a grey cardigan tied loosely around his neck, also grey/blue jeans and white trainers that mostly resembled converses; a blue star printed across the white fabric of the shoes. His healthy complexion housed freckles along his cheeks and nose. His few inches of wavy hair was a sandy blonde, and to accessorise he wore rounded glasses which really fitted his cute appearance.

He walked into the apartment he'd be living in over the next 2 years; looking around from the front door he saw the open-living kitchen, dining and living room. The kitchen was closest to the front door and the only thing separating it from the living/dining area was the breakfast bar and countertops.

The living/dining area was fully furnished; a dining table that fit four was near the breakfast bar and beyond the dining table was the long sofa that could fit 3. The sofa faced away from the front door and faced the large window that over looked the city, beside the sofa was a recliner seat and in front of the window was a stand with a TV placed on top of it. Within the centre of the living area was a coffee table to complete the warm living area. Patton was nearly jumping off the walls as he explored the space, bringing boxes in; placing some in the kitchen, having brought pots and pans for cooking.

The remainder of his boxes were moved into the room he had picked; there were 4 bedrooms, all around the same in size, one was just to the right of the front door when entering, then was the bathroom, following that was the second bedroom which Patton had claimed for his own, after having noticed the one closest to the front door already housing boxes but no student. He assumed they'd dropped them off and would return later. The remaining two bedrooms were located on the left of the apartment, at the end by the living area.

Patton started to unpack, feeling a bit lonely until a few hours later when Logan had arrived.

Logan, aged 20, was a stoic character; his posture and fashion sense was enough to express his personality from a first glance.

His hair was black and shaved at the sides; the top was about an inch long and quaffed backwards with gel. He wore narrow glasses on his nose, his skin a little pale indicating he was an introvert, he wore a black button-up shirt and a navy blue tie, along with black trousers and oxfords.

After a brief introduction Patton offered to help Logan bring his boxes to his room; he had chosen the one at the very end of the apartment, on the left. Though he had fewer boxes than Patton, these were much heavier, Patton presumed they were filled with books, but didn't complain, as it wasn't in his nature to.

It wasn't long until the third guest made his appearance to the shared accommodation, Roman, aged 20, arrived mid afternoon. Unlike the others, he had assistance with his many boxes from his mother and sister. After a cheerful and proud introduction to his two new roommates and a smack over the head from his sister, he continued to help his family carry in the boxes.

Roman was a proud and flamboyant character, gesturing dramatically with his limbs as he spoke with a powerful voice. He was a tall guy, averaging 6 foot tall, the tallest of them all, with Logan coming in second just under 6 foot. His clothes consisted of a red button-up shirt; the sleeves rolled up just above the elbows and the top few buttons undone. He wore blue jeans with golden embroidered stars going down the outer hems and red converses. His hair was dyed red and was about the same length as Patton's but straight, not wavy.

It was getting dark by the time the three had unpacked and Romans family had left. They closed the front door and gathered in the living area; Logan claiming the recliner while Patton and Roman sat on either ends of the 3-person sofa.

"This is so exciting! Don't you think?" Patton spoke; almost giving off sparkles as his bounced a little on the sofa. His over-energetic personality retrieved a large smile and nod of agreement from Roman, the two having bonded right away, while Logan sat with a book in hand silently.

"I have been looking forward to this for a month!" Patton continued, his eyes moving from one new roommate to the other.

"Same here!" Roman agreed whole-heartedly, looking at Patton and only glancing at Logan, as the latter doesn't seem to be one for social interaction. "I was thinking we could order in tonight and get to know each other better, as we will be living together for at least 2 years" Roman spoke, earning a nod of approval from Patton this time.

"That's a great idea!"

"We can get drinks in too!" Roman announced with a fist pump in to the air, both Patton and Roman expressing their over-energised excitement for this new adventure. "Oh!" Roman stopped as his smile fell a little "What about the other guy? Isn't there supposed to be 4 people living here?" he asked. Patton calmed down a little as well as he was asked this. He glanced over the back of the sofa towards the room closest to the door "I think they've dropped off their stuff but I haven't seen them yet" Patton pouted a little, his parental nature kicking in "And it's getting dark… I hope they didn't get lost"

Roman looked to the door where Patton had gazed at before shrugging his shoulders "I'm sure they will arrive soon, Oh!" another thought came to Roman "I totally forgot to ask this first, but how old are you guys? Just wanna make sure, as I plan on buying a lot of booze tonight" he grinned almost sinisterly.

Patton blinked but smiled softly "I'm 19" he informed before pointing over to Logan "Logan is 20, we had a 'brief uhhh… what did you call it Logan?"

The two looked towards Logan, the latter never taking his eyes off the book in his hands "A brief transferal of information"

"Ah yeah! That was it~" Patton grinned, Roman raised a brow at Logan's use of vocabulary and antisocial posture, though he didn't to judge and shrugged it off thinking perhaps they could loosen him up later with booze.

"I wonder how old the last guy will be" Patton wondered, tapping his chin with his finger.

Roman shrugged "If he ever arrives we can ask him our- Ah!" Roman was half way through his sentence when he suddenly shrieked; his peripheral few caught the sudden appearance of a figure standing just outside the bedroom near the front door. The instantaneous arrival of the shadowed figure made Roman physically jump and grasp onto his clothed chest, panting heavily. Patton had also jumped but mainly at Romans sudden scream before turning around with a large smile returning to his face "You much be our other flatmate!"

Patton stood and dashed over to him, the new guy just silently nodded his head. Virgil, aged 18, was just a bit taller than Patton; he wore a purple torn top with a black and purple, patched, hoody over the top. With his hood up and his hands stuffed in the pockets the others could only make out his long purple fringe and pale skin, his eyes that were painted in black eyeliner. He also wore black torn skinny jeans and black converses with purple laces.

"Hey there~ my name is Patton, what's yours?" Patton asked keeping a little distance, as he could tell the new guy was a bit shy from his hunched and enclosed posture.

"I- um" Virgil was having difficulty coming out with words and ended up flinching when Roman stood tall with his hands on his hips.

"Geez! You scared the crap out of me! You just popped out of no where, I didn't even hear the front door" he spoke with his usual booming voice as he approached the two, not intending to be intimidating.

Logan still sat reading, only listening to the rest of his flatmates.

Virgil curled in on himself a bit more when Roman stormed over, as if he was a giant and Virgil was an ant.

"Roman!" Patton frowned a little and raised his hand to back Roman off a little "don't be so dramatic, you're scaring him" Patton lectured as if he were already the dad of the group.

Roman blinked at Patton before looking back at the Emo kid practically hiding under his hood. Roman raised a brow wanting to make a snarky remark but figured that wouldn't be a good idea right now. He could see the other trembling a little, this caused Roman to take a step back and rub the back of his neck awkwardly "Sorry dude… I didn't mean to scare ya" He apologised before glancing at Patton with an apologetic shrug.

Patton sighed before his smile quickly returned towards Virgil "Sorry about him, he can be over-dramatic" Roman gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his chest "How dare you! I am not!" he posed, comically proving the others point.

Patton opened his mouth to respond but the small chuckle from the newcomer grabbed his attention. Virgil rose his head, having somewhat calmed down from the initial anxiety, and looked at Roman "Yeah, I see what you mean" Virgil spoke with a small smirk, agreeing to Patton's statement. The latter giggled along side and looked at Romans shocked expression "Oh! So it talks" Roman huffed with his hands on his hips.

After calming a little, Virgil took one hand out of his pocket and gave the pair a two-fingered salute "Yo, the name's Virgil" he introduced himself finally. Though still housing internal panic. He restrained it for now, promising his parents he would try his best to make friends, thus, he'd need to come out of his shell a little.

As the night grew darker and later, Roman went out with Virgil to get the alcohol. Patton remained in the apartment and had persuaded Logan help him prepare snacks with the little food they had, Patton had a certain charm about him that Logan, and the others for that matter, could not say no to.

Roman and Virgil walked down the street in silence, Virgil still had nervousness upon meeting these new people and he was sure that an enthusiastic character such as Roman did not like him. Roman walked, stealing glances at the punk beside him; his hood up, headphones on and hands in his pockets, he wasn't even sure Virgil would hear him if he spoke because of the noise cancelling headphones.

It didn't take long for them to buy a range of booze and even some snacks in case Patton didn't have enough food at the house.

Once back outside Roman had finally had enough of the silence, he bumped Virgil's upper arm with his elbow, causing Virgil to flinch a little and pull his headphones around his neck.

"Yeah?" Virgil glanced up at his practically radiant roommate.

"Well… you just seem a bit quiet, I guess a little Gloomy Goober like you has never shared accommodation before?"

To this Virgil raised a brow, then turned his face to the floor, ignoring the nickname, causing Roman to frown a little, never sure how to handle people like this.

"I … I have lived with others… but it never ended well" he admitted. Roman blinked, bewildered as to how a shy kid like this could have lived with others, but he was more intrigued as to how it ended badly. Then a thought came to him.

"Aww, don't worry buddy, we wont bully you~" Roman grinned, thinking that Virgil's idea of 'it didn't end well' was him being bullied. To this Virgil came to a halt in the middle of the path, his frown and glare looked like that of a killer, it sent a shiver down Romans spin as he looked over his shoulder at him. "W-What?" Roman unintentionally stuttered before clearing his throat to try and stop the feeling of being this kids pray.

Virgil rolled his eyes and marched on ahead, it wasn't until Virgil reached the front door, opening it and glanced back at the redhead "I'm not gunna hold this open forever!" Virgil called out to him, his brows still furrowed. Roman snapped out of it and dashed to the door, pushing past Virgil and up the stairs with nothing but a huff, causing Virgil to smirk at his victory before following.

Virgil could tell that he and this guy weren't going to get along, Virgil liked Patton, but who didn't like Patton, as for Logan, Virgil wasn't sure about him yet… The way Logan looked at him, with knowing eyes made him feel untrustworthy, however, he did seem more grounded that the other two fairy-tale characters.

The evening continued and the drinking began, Roman insisted on playing his Disney soundtrack, which most didn't mind surprisingly. Even Virgil enjoyed a bit of Disney, not that he'd sing along to it like Patton and Roman. No. Virgil stuck to lounging on the sofa and drinking his whiskey from the bottle. Watching Patton and Roman make fools of themselves, in turn, this made him loosen up a bit, actually to the point of showing a grin and laughing. The rest of the flatmates were glad to see Virgil relaxing and warming up to them.

Logan remained sat on his recliner chair, he had a large glass of champagne but no book as he doubted he'd be able to read in this racket. Instead he topped up glass after glass, observing his new flatmates and mentally taking note of their behaviours. Logan also learnt something else new, which he was not expecting to happen, having not drank this much previously in his life, he had no idea with would happen.

Logan had a secret, as did they all, but one he never used if he could help it, however this new discovery was out of Logan's control. He looked down at his champagne glass with a slight frown, realising it must be the alcohol causing him to lose complete control of his abilities…

Logan had the ability to read minds, and while it came in handy, he preferred not to use it. Nonetheless, whatever the alcohol had done to him, he couldn't get a good grip on his mind or restrain it, causing the thoughts of his flatmates to leak into his head.

First he glanced up to Roman, his thoughts being the loudest.

'Patton's rather cute, he's like a little puppy!'

'Even Jack Skeleton has a nice smile when loosens up' with this came a smile on Romans face before his eyes met Logan's.

'Why is he staring at me like that? You never know what that guy is thinking…' to this Logan couldn't help but frown a little, making Roman blink but decided to mentally shrug it off. He then picked up a beer and popped off the cap, taking a swig but grimacing 'Egh… its warm… Maybe I could discreetly chill it' He thought glancing around at the others, frowning a bit when he saw Logan still staring at him emotionlessly 'am I drunk or does he know something? No… he can't know… how could he… I haven't even used abilities in this apartment yet… have I? No… I don't think so… nah I'm over thinking' with that Roman put down the warm beer and resumed his karaoke session.

Logan rubbed his head, unsure for the moment of what Roman was thinking about but had a suspicion.

An hour later his eyes went over to the kitchen where he heard a smash, Patton having dropped a glass.

"Pat! You okay?" Virgil slurred loudly, peeping his head over the couch upon hearing the shards hit the floor, Roman too far gone on beer and cider now dancing to the loud Disney tunes to notice.

"I'm fine!~" Patton called back, and with that Virgil turned back around and took another swig of his whiskey. Logan, however, kept his eyes towards the kitchen 'Stupid Patton! –sigh- well… If everyone else is having a 'smashing' good time then why not me~?' he mentally giggled to himself. Logan raised a brow, shaking his head a little at the pun's Patton came up with, even in his own head. Logan stood up, walking over to the breakfast bar to check on the other, it wasn't safe to clean up sharp glass when intoxicated 'Ouch! Pooie… I cut my finger… -sigh- oh well~' Patton's thought echoed in Logan's mind, causing the latter to speed up a bit to make sure he was okay.

Turning the corner to the kitchen, he saw Patton sat on the floor swaying a bit, clearly drunk, in front of him was the broken glass. The younger held his finger with a pout, there was clearly blood running down his index finger "Patton? You're bleeding", Logan spoke so only the other could hear crouching down near him, not wanting to alarm the others. Patton gasped and hid his hand to his chest looking at Logan with wide eyes 'Oh no! Did he see? What am I gunna do? Wait! Maybe he didn't see, calm down Patton' Logan once again frowned in confusion before pulling Patton's hand away from him, much to Patton's dismay.

The younger turned his face away, blushing at the closeness of proximity, though Logan didn't notice, he was too busy looking at the wound that… wasn't there? There was quite a lot of blood leaking from his finger but no wound.

Logan grabbed a kitchen cloth and cleaned Patton's finger gently "You appear to be okay, Just leave the glass for now, none of us are in the state to clean this up safely" Logan told the younger. With a small blush, a nod of his head and a thank you to Logan, Patton got up and returned to the party, not without bashing in to the counter and the wall a couple times though. Logan sighed and stood up watching him; he couldn't help but smile a little at his cute, but clumsy behaviour.

The house-warming party was going well and coming to a slow end. Roman had turned down the music a bit and sat on the sofa with Virgil. Patton had some how ended up curling up on Logan's lap with his head rested against Logan's chest. The stoic male protested when the younger had sat on his lap, but as Patton snuggled up to him he seemed to just accept his fate and let him drift off to sleep on him, unable to resist placing an arm around Patton's back to keep him from falling and to keep him comfortable.

While becoming his roommate's bed, Logan kept his eyes on the couple on the sofa; they seem to have done a 180 on their relationship. Compared to the glares and arguments from earlier today, the two were now sat, rather close together.

Roman sat normally on the middle cushion, with his arms extended on the backrest of the sofa, his face never tearing away from the younger. Virgil sat on the far end, his legs pulled up to his chest and his arms securely wrapped around them, facing Roman. His hood was now down and his chin rested on his knees, he kept eye contact with the princely character during their conversation on Disney movies and the different messages the movies provide.

Logan had tried to listen to their conversation but had a slow growing headache as the others thoughts kept pressing against his skull. He has suspicions on at least two of his roommates, but what were the odd of all 4 of them possessing abilities beyond normal human capabilities? Though he had tried, he couldn't get any thoughts from Virgil, all he got were slight glares, as if he knew what Logan was doing.

Giving up for the night, Logan cleared him throat "Excuse me, Sorry to break up your 'very interesting' conversation, but it is late and I think we should retire for tonight"

Roman and Virgil glanced over to the glasses duo and raised a brow, Roman was first to speak up "Was that sarcasm I heard? From you? Wow… We should get drunk more often" he snickered. Virgil raised a brow before moving to stand up "I'm surprised you let Patton curl up on you like that, how cute" Virgins grin turned into a smirk causing Logan to turn his face away with a slight blush, not used to all this physical contact "Falsehood…" he grumbled.

The night was over, after bidding everyone goodnight and Roman having carried Patton to his bed, they all retired to their bedrooms.