Bubba: So I really like Ozpin/Roman but there's only like 3 actual things for it and I made this for myself so don't dwell on it too much haha
Ozpin sighed, running his fingers through the red hair of the man on his lap. He knew he should have been getting ready to go to the academy, but he was a bit concerned about his secret lover.
The man had shown up the night before, completely drunk, a dead cigar hanging out of his mouth, babbling about something incoherent. The headmaster had managed to make out one part of it, something about Roman refusing to wear his suit at night. He was dirty too, as if he had fallen a few times. The redhead had started undressing down to his boxers, and had sloppily pulled on one of Ozpin's shirts. Ozpin practically dragged him to the bed before he passed out, the cigar falling. It was cold and must have gone out long before he showed up.
It had happened too fast for Ozpin to figure out what had happened, Roman wasn't the type to get this drunk, so something bad must had come up. His knees and hands were scraped up, and were those burns on his arms and face? They were. He had gone to bed, hoping that he would get answers in the morning. Roman didn't seem like he was waking up any time soon, and appeared to be having an awful nightmare. Ozpin had pulled the man's head onto his lap in hopes to comfort him some.
Shaking him didn't wake him, the professor had no choice but to wait until Roman naturally woke up. He supposed he could try other ways, but he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't hurt the redhead. Water was a terrible idea, Roman hated how it would mess up his hair and makeup. It was already ruined anyways, so maybe...
No, he didn't need to aggravate Roman as soon as he woke up. It would ruin his chance to find out what happened the night before. He'd let Roman freak out over his messy hair and smudged eyeliner without getting in the way. He didn't understand why Roman was so obsessed over his appearance. There was no one he needed to prove himself to. At least, Ozpin didn't think there was. Roman certainly didn't have to prove himself to the professor, he actually preferred when the redhead dressed more casually.
Roman fidgeted before suddenly opening his green eyes wide. He gasped, a flash of panic going across his features. Seeing Ozpin looking down at him, the panic vanished. He took a deep breath, relaxing. "Just a dream..." He mumbled.
"Roman! Are you alright?"
"Damn, how'd I get here, Ozzy?"
"You showed up at my door, god knows how you got here, completely drunk."
"Ah... That explains why I feel like shit..." He sighed, shutting his eyes. "Hardly remember a thing..."
Ozpin looked down at him, resisting the urge to scold him. "What happened? There must be a reason for you to get that drunk, you don't drink much." You just smoke, he nearly added.
"My head hurts, Ozzy..." Roman whined. "I'm too tired." That was reasonable. Being that drunk would lead to an awful hangover. The professor realized he'd have to take care of Roman until he could at least function for himself. It would take at least a day. Beacon academy could go one day without him there. He was sure Glynda would understand, even if it'd make her angry at first.
Ozpin lifted Roman's head so he could get off of the bed. "I'll take care of you today. I'll get the full story later, however."
"Yeah yeah, I'll get a lecture from you tomorrow too, won't I?"
"If you tell me what happened, then perhaps I'll only give a small one."