Roman sighed and leaned back on the bleachers. It was dodgeball day, it seemed. He wasn't the biggest fan of being hit by something unexpectedly, so not having to participate was relieving. Roman didn't want to do homework or read a book to pass the time, like they allowed him to, because it would make him look like a major nerd to a ton of dudes with testosterone pumping and that was just bullying central.

He couldn't use his phone during school hours, though. He'd just do it anyway if the gym instructor wasn't watching. She wasn't a fan of the doctor's note at all and continued shooting glances at him. As if he would mysteriously heal or something equally miraculous. They weren't all mean glances. Mostly just annoyed. He got the same from most of the other people in his class. He'd probably also be jealous of sitting out on dodgeball, too, if he wasn't already.

The gym teacher seemed miffed about the fact that the physician's note was open-ended since Roman had to be cleared for exercise by a doctor. It was the same for any broken bone, but without a cast, people had trouble believing it seemed. This wasn't Roman's first rodeo with broken bones or anything. She was vexed she'd have to print up packets to serve as make-up classwork. Roman wasn't aware you learned anything in gym class other than suffering, so that was new.

He wished he had the packets to work on already. She wasn't doing anything other than lying back and ignoring a bunch of teen boys pummeling each other with dodgeballs, so it's not like she couldn't go into her office and print them up. Maybe she was attempting to make Roman stew in frustration for not taking part. If she was, she was succeeding fantastically. Roman was jittery and pissed off and generally in a terrible mood.

Fighting slouching in bleachers was surprisingly difficult. He just craved to lie down and take a nap, but the classmates would hate him more if he did. So Roman persevered and watched from the bleachers, catching himself slouching when the soreness in his side got worse. He positioned himself up high enough up that he was out of the danger zone of dodgeballs, but that meant the people against the wall could see him clearly.

He received bitter looks from people who were out and sitting on the sidelines on the gymnasium floor. He didn't understand the ire since they were relaxing, too. Roman would personally rather take a dodgeball to the chest than a steel toe boot, but life just didn't work out like that. He tried to elevate his feet while he watched. He wouldn't get much of a chance to raise them throughout today, and they hurt. It was still better than staying home again. At least they were finally well enough that he could walk.

It was Roman's bitter luck that Nolan was in his PE class and kept shooting him glares. This period was taking him forever. Nolan seemed to get progressively more annoyed at him for whatever reason. Roman sighed and decided not to look back. He didn't prefer to accidentally start some kind of glare war. Roman's left foot tapped nervously as he stared at the gym ceiling, waiting for the minutes to pass.

When he noticed himself fidgeting, he was supposed to wear the gloves, but there was no way he was ostracising himself even further by doing that. He didn't care that he technically agreed to a compromise over it not wearing them in school. He stood out like rainbow tulip in a dead lawn with gloves and a T-shirt. They weren't as obvious with his jacket, but his jacket was white and the brown leather just contrasted it. Roman just couldn't find a way to make it work. He had shoved the gloves deep in his backpack instead.

He checked the massive wall clock in the gym as he carded his fingers through his shaggy hair. Roman had a bit of time to pass until history class. He had just sort of stewed in anger for most of the period, but his brain must have finally ranted out what it wanted to say for Roman to be capable of thinking about something else. He knew better than to challenge the times his head was obsessed with something by now. It was just easier to wait it out. Just another 10ish minutes of chilling on the bleachers to go. He was so bored it hurt, like a painful pressure gripping his brain and trying to open it up.

Roman lolled his head back to the ceiling and forced his mind to drift instead of fighting it. Something fun. Something cool. Fighting off an army atop a dragon. A spectacular sword. The dragon's flames were acid green and melted everything instantly. Roman leaned back on his hands on the next row up of bleachers.

He was fighting the magically animated golems of an evil tyrant. He fired a crossbow to protect the dragon as it decimated the golems below. The great iridescent black dragon was trying to charge up a blast when Roman was nearly thrown off of it by flying machinations that expelled ice beams from their torsos. He was able to catch on to the tail and pull himself back up, deflecting ice beams with his sword. The dragon charged up its power in time thanks to Roman's defense, and the machinations melted into puddles far below.

The dragon shot Roman a look, and Roman understood in an instant. The mighty winged beast flew close to the earth, and Roman tumbled expertly off the dragon. Roman and his trusty sword ploughed through the golem army, swinging wildly and protecting himself with well-timed blows and using the enemies as his shields. Roman approached the castle by foot as the dragon cleared out further golems around him. The army was dwindling, and they were successful.

Roman turned his eyes to the looming castle ahead. He had to stop this madness. Roman reached out and the dragon's great claws swooped down and grasped Roman's arm and lifted him from the field of decimated golem parts. The dragon flew Roman over the moat and past the raised drawbridge, but ballista prevented the dragon from going any further in. Roman was jettisoned towards the outer castle wall to get him closer to his target. He rolled as he landed on between the crenelations, skidding to a stop to stand and fight the soldiers.

Humans were arming the ballistae and defending the doors, and Roman couldn't bring himself to kill, so he sheathed his blade and instead relied on his legs to do the talking. Roman leaped about and kicked soldiers off the machinery, knocking them out in a few precise hits to disable them. The guards at the door brandished blades at Roman, but he reached for his crossbow and fired a well-placed shot at each, pinning the soldiers by their clothes to give Roman just enough time to breach the doors.

The guards inside weren't so easy, though. Roman had to take out his trusty sword once more to defend himself. He knew the evil sorcerer's magic compelled them to fight, and they didn't deserve death for the mistakes of another. Roman did his best to take the higher ground and send soldiers toppling down the stairs in the tower. He hoped he hadn't harmed them too severely, but perhaps once this was all over healers could come help mend those Roman had to battle off.

Roman ascended the stairs into an upper corridor. Massive banners billowed in the wind that blustered through the hall. The magic was stronger here. Roman had to resist the powerful effects that caused his head to swim in the aura alone. Things would be worse in the inner chambers. His boots clicked loudly against the cold stone floors as he dashed down the hallway. This area was suspiciously empty of soldiers and the smell was strange. It felt almost electrically charged. Roman ran into a dead end. This couldn't be the wrong way, could it?

He examined the hall further as he turned around. The walls were adorned with massive tapestries and sconces fitted with gems. The waste of the kingdom's resources alone was ample reason to dethrone this monster. But his use of the forbidden magics propelled Roman forward to do what had to be done before the entire kingdom fell to ruin from the sinister arts infecting the lands.

Banners and tapestries littered this hall, but a strangely blank wall between two sconces caught Roman's attention as he passed. Roman wasn't practiced, but he felt what he was looking for. He reached deep within himself and forced out the raw power within. With unrefined powers, he could do nothing skilled, but he could break a barrier. The illusion shattered and a strident cracking sound shook the hallway. One minor success wasn't enough to celebrate, though. Roman was here for one reason alone. He scaled the stairs that were obscured by the now broken barrier two at a time as he pushed deeper into the belly of the beast.

The staircase narrowed and Roman sprinted with all of his being to escape the shrinking passage, staying ahead of the walls cinching shut behind him. This dark sorcery could try to deflect him, but Roman was quicker. He raced up the stairs and cleared into a new chamber just as it was becoming too narrow to traverse. Roman stumbled in, his bearings shaken by the sheer intensity of the tainted aura encasing the chamber. This would be his most challenging battle yet.

He straightened his back and locked eyes with the dark sorcerer upon his despicable throne. The entire room shook with the sorcerer's booming, sinister laugh. Roman drew his blade and stood his ground. He wouldn't show weakness now. Now that the final battle was here, he had to stay strong. He couldn't afford an ounce of fear as he slowly approached the villain's throne as the ominous wind howled all around them. Then the bell rang and Roman tumbled back on his bench from the shock. Shit.

Roman grabbed his backpack and left as fast as he could safely stand down the bleacher stairs. The students down on the wood gymnasium floor weren't familiar, however. And even the wrong age group. Son of a bitch, did he miss lunch? Stupid ridiculously short lunch periods! He was late for class. Goddammit, he didn't even get to defeat the evil sorcerer!

He wasn't surprised nobody told him or anything, but he couldn't exactly be a speed demon on his healing feet. Roman knew if he stepped the wrong way he'd get stuck at home a few days again and he wasn't risking it. He also didn't need detention for running. Roman went as hastily as he could manage to his history class.

He'd rather be back in the castle than history, but he could never get a daydream back once he lost it. That meant that particular kingdom was doomed to fall to the taint of the forbidden magic under the rule of a tyrant. He was at least lucky he ended up daydreaming instead of sitting there and being bored for the whole period.

Roman pushed the classroom door open as quietly as he could achieve, but a classroom's worth of eyes landed on him as he arrived. He flinched at all the unwanted attention and headed for his seat.

"Detention, Mr. Reinhart," The teacher drolled as Roman slid into his desk. Son of a bitch. Roman was fated to detention either way. He had so much homework though, it wouldn't make a difference if he started it in after-school detention or if he did it at home. Roman may as well do it today, just to have it out of the way.

The teacher's voice droned on as Roman got out the things listed on the board and struggled to follow the lecture. It felt like the words went right into gibberish land when he attempted to focus on them, so Roman had to find the careful balance between focused and distracted without slipping into another daydream every class. It was annoying as hell.

He tapped his fingers on his thigh and started doodling stars in the margins of his notes. Other than clearly jumping in the middle of a lecture, he could start to try to pinpoint things that sounded important to take notes on. People, years, locations, quick event summaries, and concepts that were generally interesting. Teachers liked to use kinds of things those on tests. Missing part of the lecture was nothing new for Roman, anyway. His notes were always a scattered mess out of context, but if he managed to label an overarching category, he could usually understand them.

Roman was sketching a bobcat jumping between the stars when the bell finally rang again. He traded his homework for a detention slip at the teacher's desk and left the classroom in a huff. That dragon with the awesome super hot flames would totally eat that teacher for breakfast. He wished to know more about those tapestries, too. He had lots more notes to fail to take and pages of homework to turn in, though, even if he could get a daydream back.

If Patton didn't help him on Sunday Roman didn't think he could have possibly done all the homework he had gotten over the 3 days he was out. It was like the school was trying to kill students with mountains of paper. How many trees did academia kill every year, anyway? Probably a horrific number he shouldn't look up and depress himself further with. He couldn't stop thinking about that daydream. Those golems made such a cool noise when they died, damnit. He'd probably give up and attempt to bring the daydream back next class.

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Roman sighed with relief when his eyes met with the couch as he arrived at the house that afternoon. His feet were sore as shit and he wanted to put them up more than anything. Stupid fresh skin, not hardened to the brutal reality of life yet. He felt it every time the skin on his foot bent.

He slid his backpack under the coffee table so no one would trip over it and kicked off his shoes to lay back on the couch. Bed might be better, but couch . Sure, he seemed like he lived there lately, but right now home was wonderful. Roman buried his face under a throw pillow and sighed with relief as blood shifted out of his feet and he was no longer opposing gravity to keep a straight spine. Good posture was hard.

"Roman?" Thomas asked, and it sounded like he came into the living room from his office. "Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you were. You didn't answer your texts," He said, sounding concerned. Whoops. He felt a little bad for worrying Thomas.

"Sorry, after school detention," Roman said plainly, flipping his hand. "Hadn't taken my phone off silent yet," He explained from behind the cushion.

"Detention? For what?" Thomas asked curiously.

"I was late to history," Roman responded blithely as he flopped his arm loosely off the couch.

"Because you couldn't move quickly enough? Those heartless-" Thomas sounded surprisingly pissed. He'd seen Thomas being irate before, but this was new and a little scary, if he was honest with himself. He knew it wasn't about him , but all angry adults made him want to run. He needed to cut Thomas off.

"I was late because I was an idiot and spaced out waiting for gym to be over, not because I couldn't get there on time in the stupid 8 minutes they give you," Roman interjected quickly. Thomas settled down fast, thank god, and just looked concerned again. He was used to 'concerned' from Thomas. That was fine. Roman settled down again, sinking the tension from his muscles back into the couch. He was hungry and thirsty but didn't feel like getting up. He didn't even feel like getting up to play games. Though he had at least another hour of homework and shouldn't play anyway, or he'd forget to do it.

"Were you-" Thomas started and Roman had a feeling he knew where this was going.

"I was fine. I was just daydreaming and didn't hear the first bell go off," Roman cut him off to explain.

"How did you not hear ?" Thomas asked, bordering on disbelief and befuddlement.

"Daydreaming, remember?" Roman reminded him, unsure why Thomas was confused. Had he never gotten caught up in a daydream before? It happened to Roman every few days, it seemed.

"And nobody told you?" Thomas asked, furrowing his eyebrows. What kind of school did Thomas go to where people looked out for you? Geez.

"I'm lucky I didn't get pelted with a dodgeball. It's fine. The detention is already done, and I did some homework in it," Roman shrugged lazily. "Detention isn't much of a punishment when you have nothing better to do. There was a stoner in there just doing zen finger crochet for the whole hour. It was amazing. I think I learned how to do it just by watching him. I've only ever used a hook," Roman said, still feeling very impressed by how he didn't stop or do literally anything else. Roman's gesturing knocked the throw partially off his face and he didn't bother to move it back.

"I… suppose that's a good way to look at it. Is there something we can get so you can have more fun at home?" Thomas proposed, sounding awkward. Roman had no idea what he could feel awkward about, though, and he certainly wasn't giving Thomas any money-spending ideas.

"And make detention suck worse for the next time I mess up?" Roman lilted airily and let out a single dark laugh.

" Roman ," Thomas responded firmly, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. He had a surprisingly intense gaze for a dumb joke.

"What? It was a joke," Roman replied dryly with a small huff.

"I don't appreciate that you made the assumption that you'll inevitably mess up," Thomas sounded upset and shook his head lightly, looking pointedly at Roman.

"Well, it's the one constant in my universe, so why not embrace it?" Roman sighed and flipped his hand dismissively close to the floor, feeling too lazy to move more than that.

" Roman ," Thomas chided. Roman rolled his eyes that were partially skewed by the pillow.

"Fine, whatever. I don't need anything. I'm sorry, that was in poor taste or something," Roman conceded. He was too tired to argue.

"Why are you shaking? I didn't scare you, did I?" Thomas asked quickly in a concerned tone. Roman furrowed his eyebrows and threw off the throw pillow to look at his hand.

"Oh, huh," Roman commented blithely, watching his hand slightly tremble. "No, you didn't startle me. I'm okay, I'm just fu-frickin' tired. That happens often, I don't know why. I assume it's my crap sleep," Roman explained and his hand sagged back down.

"Good catch, kid," Thomas chuckled weakly. "I'll make you some tea, maybe that will help?" Thomas said, not sounding sure but hopeful nonetheless.

"You don't need to do anything for me, like I said it just kind of… happens," Roman shrugged and laid his arm over his eyes.

"I'll make myself some tea, too," Thomas said lightly and headed to the kitchen. Roman huffed, but he wouldn't mind some tea. He could make it himself without bothering Thomas, but if Thomas was already doing it for himself, then maybe that wasn't a big deal and he could let it go.

Something was unsettling about laying his arm over his eyes, so he returned it to limp noodle status and stared at the ceiling instead. He wondered how Remus was doing. He also wondered what Virgil was doing holed up in his room again. Virgil had that laptop. Maybe he did something on that all day. Being allowed to use the TV here was awesome, but Roman got the draw of hiding in your room with the door closed. The living room was open and a central part of the residence. Lying around in the living room for nearly a week made him much more comfortable here, though. Thomas and Patton were worrywarts, but they were… nice. Being out here was okay sometimes. He didn't want to push it, or anything.

Thomas came back out into the living room and slid a mug of tea on the side table near where Roman was laying and he sat down nearby with his mug, holding it in his hands and looking like he was sniffing it. Roman caught a whiff of the tea while he passed, and it smelled like vanilla and spices, which smelled relaxing.

"I feel like playing something kind of silly. Do you want to join me?" Thomas looked over to Roman with a small smile.

"Um, yeah, sure," Roman nodded and slowly shifted himself to sit up on the couch again, putting his feet up and sitting sideways. "I'll go lay in your office, or something, you don't have to stay out here to watch me," Roman offered nervously. He had fun playing with Thomas last time, and Thomas knew when to stop so Roman wouldn't end up playing forever on accident and forget his homework.

"No, I hit a roadblock with writing. I need to take a break before I fry my brain. We cook stuff together in this game, it's kind of fast-paced but it should be fun," Thomas responded brightly, getting up to grab the controllers. "The game is kind of hard with just two, so inviting Virgil might help. Will you text him?" Thomas asked, slipping out another controller from the charging station. He passed off a joycon to Roman with a smile. Roman nodded and invited Virgil to play with them.

"Do you think he wants to?" Roman asked carefully.

"It never hurts to ask. It's nice to feel included even if he's busy with something," Thomas said, settling down on the couch again. That was a nice thought, but Roman didn't like it when people shot him down when he invited them to things. Roman watched his phone uneasily while he waited for a response. Virgil normally texted back quickly. Virgil sent back a thumbs up and came down the stairs a moment later.

'I will kick your ass,' Virgil signed with a smug smile, backing up into the couch and climbing up to the top. Thomas tossed him a joy-con and smiled brightly.

"Okay, one sec," Thomas said and straightened his hair while the game loaded. "Cool. Pick your characters here. Make sure they look different enough you don't get confused. Patton had that problem," Thomas chuckled. Virgil picked a vampire, Roman chose a dragon, and Thomas picked a unicorn. Roman was amused they all chose supernatural avatars. Virgil stared at the loading screen in confusion for a moment where it showed the map.

'Wait, co-op?' Virgil fingerspelled and narrowed his eyes at Roman. Roman held up his hands and shrugged.

"What's wrong, Virgil?" Thomas asked, noticing Virgil's glower.

"I suppose I should have specified this wasn't a versus game," Roman replied, glancing between Virgil and Thomas and chewed his lip.

"It's fun, just give it a shot. A few levels and we can switch to a fighting game if you don't like it," Thomas offered. Virgil considered it for a second and nodded in agreement, turning toward the TV and looking intense. Roman liked that compromise, as well. He hadn't played a fighting game in a long time and couldn't wait to show Virgil he'd need a lot more than determination to beat him.