Hello again everyone! I hope you are all doing well in quarantine and not losing your minds.

Anyway, I have returned with more crappy Prinxiety writing, so I hope y'all enjoy this.

Human AU, university AU (I don't know what it's called in the US but I think it's after your high school, I'm British so I don't know).

Warnings: strong language, swearing, slight transphobia and references to abuse. I wouldn't recommend reading this if any of these things trigger you.

By the way, I'm sorry if I upset anyone with the transphobia in this story, it hurts me to write it too, since I am transgender (ftm), so if anything like this hurts you, I would recommend leaving

Stay safe, stay strong, I love you all

Virgil's POV

My eyes rake over my new room, sweeping from one wall to the opposite one. All four are a plain light grey. The window on the left wall is open, the grey curtains drawn back, and a light breeze accompanies the flooding sunlight. The room is bathed in the light, and seems to glow strangely.

I already hate it.

I sigh as I haul my final dark purple suitcase behind me and dump it onto the bed on my right hand side. The other sits on the floor beside the bed, waiting to be unpacked. After all, I may actually end up staying here for a while.

I unzip the suitcase I had just dumped onto the bed and flip the lid back as I feel my phone buzz in one of the back pockets of my black ripped jeans. I pull it out and examine the text message from my friend, Janus. He and his boyfriend, my other friend, Remus, are also at this school, but in their own dorm with two others, my cousin Remy and his boyfriend Emile.

I'm the first in my dorm, and I will be sharing with another three complete strangers.

And I have social anxiety.

Brilliant.

I unlock my phone and open the chat between me, Janus and Remus.

Snake: so how's the room looking, Virge?

Almost immediately, Remus starts typing for some reason. I take my cue to start replying, since I'm a fast typer compared to Remus, and I start clicking the keys.

You: eh, it's plain but it's too light, not dark enough

Then Remus' message comes through, all caps of course.

Trash man: OKAY SO I JUST FOUND OUT THAT YOU'RE GONNA BE IN A DORM WITH MY BROTHER ROMAN

Trash man: GOOD LUCK

I sigh again as I drop my phone down onto the bed next to my open suitcase.

I haven't met Remus' brother before, but if he's anything like the twin I know, I don't think I'll like him. Yeah, they're twins. I would say they're identical twins, but they most likely aren't, since Remus just has that... unique kind of look.

As in, Remus has a moustache and a bright white streak running through his hair that I doubt anyone else would ever want.

But I guess Remus got it from somewhere, right?

Oh god what if his brother is exactly the same?

The thought terrifies me - Remus is infamous back home for his crazy antics, including eating deodorant, scaring children by jumping out of trashcans, screeching loudly from atop his roof and shouting random, concerning facts out of his window at four in the morning, which I've had to hear more times than I wish.

I'm a bit of an insomniac, by the way, so I don't want to hear them but it's not really like I have a choice.

I mean, the guy yells loud enough that I can hear him almost crystal clear through my headphones and over any of Ray Toro's epic guitar riffs or Gerard Way's stunningly powerful vocals in Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, which is a difficult feat to accomplish.

I soon manage to push the thought away and start unpacking my shit.

I lay my band posters out, one on top of the other, to my right hand side on the covers of the bed, ready to be hung up later. I then pull a few of the outfits I packed into that suitcase from it and place them to my left.

Within an hour, I've sorted through my clothes for jeans, hoodies, shirts and everything else. My shoes all sit around the floor of the room, paired up. I then hear a quiet buzz as my phone vibrates on my bed and I make my way across the room from the closet where I was hanging up my shirts, hoodies and whatever else. My jeans and few pairs of sweatpants wait patiently on the edge of my bed, threatening to fall off any second.

I snatch the phone from the folds of the duvet and open the group chat once again.

Trash man: okay so Roman should be getting there any moment, and apparently he's already found your other two roomies

Snake: ours are now here, and Remy says hi

You: cool, tell him I said hi back, and that I'll see him later in the hall like we said

Snake: sure

Trash man: yeah Roman and your roomies are now on their way to your dorm, good luck Virge

You: thanks Ree, if your brother is anything like you I'm gonna need that good luck

Trash man: fuck you

You: nah thanks, that's Janus' job

As if...

Smirking to myself, I shut the phone off and pick up my pairs of bottoms from the bed. I carry them over to the other side of my room as the epic guitar-and-drum intro of House Of Wolves begins over my headphones. I nod my head in time to the music, humming the first verse to myself. I pack the pairs of pants away into a drawer and close it with my hip as I stand up again. I don't notice the words pouring from my mouth until I'm singing the chorus and bridge of the song to myself in my room, not paying any mind to the explicit language in it.

Before I know it, the song is over, soon to be replaced by the fast-paced intro to Party Poison. A wide grin splits my face as I nod my head enthusiastically to each drum beat.

The song doesn't even make it to the first chorus before I manage to make out the sounds of another keycard being inserted into the card reader that will grant access to the dorm. I pause the song and pull my headphones down to hang around my neck as I finish pushing the last (Of The Real Ones) one of my Fall Out Boy posters onto one of the grey walls.

"Well, this is it I guess..." someone says, and I don't feel myself hold my breath.

Another voice chimes in, "This should be fun, we can all take turns to cook each night, or make breakfast each morning, we can assign each person a chore after dinner to help clean up-"

Another, more flat and monotone voice cuts the second voice off. "Yes, yes, but first we should settle into our rooms. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

The first voice speaks again. "Do you think our other roommate is here yet? If not, I call dibs on that room furthest from the front door."

I barely hold back a chuckle. Going unnoticed is what I seem to be good at, but my door is the only one closed out of the four rooms, and I've got the room furthest away from the front door. Smirking, I open my door and poke my head out to see three other boys standing in the open kitchen, their suitcases surrounding them. They stare at me with shock and fear etched on their faces, eyes wide. Then the one in the middle, the one with the dark brown hair, hazel eyes, black shirt, pants and glasses and blue tie speaks up.

"I assume you are our fourth roommate?" He asks, and I nod slowly, a blush rising up my cheeks. Which one is Roman? I mentally scold myself for wanting to find out which of the three boys in front of me could be Remus' twin. "I am Logan Berry, it is a pleasure to meet you." The guy speaks again, his voice breaking me from the chains of thought. I nod quickly, and the slightly-shorter one, also with glasses opens his mouth to talk. He has a light grey cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, for some reason, and has black jeans and a baby blue polo shirt. His eyes are light and his hair is a mix between blond and light brown.

"I'm Patton Hart, nice to meet you!" He waves his left hand in a slightly awkward manner, and I respond with my signature half-assed two-finger salute. My eyes then land on the third and final guy. He must be Roman.

I nearly choke on air when I see his face properly.

Ho-ly shit...

His eyes are a gorgeous shade of brown, gold flecks shining brightly within their depths, and his hair is a pleasant shade of brown. He wears a white shirt with a red varsity jacket over it and blue jeans. He shoots over a smile and I weakly return it.

"I am Roman Prince, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He lays his left hand on his chest extravagantly as he speaks, and I'm half-expecting him to bow to me next. Not that I'd ever want that or anything - I crack easily under pressure and I don't know how to respond to people watching me or talking to me or anything at the best of times.

I clear my throat quietly and pull the door open a bit further, allowing just enough space for me to squeeze out, the wooden door barely passing my chest, and I step into the open kitchen area.

"I'm Virgil." I say after a deep breath. "Virgil Storm."

I hope you all enjoyed this little opening chapter! This will hopefully be undated soon, but I do have plenty of other stories, both for Sanders Sides like this one and for Ninjago, so there is currently no predicted date for Chapter 2.

As always, I hope you all survive this quarantine, but my inbox is always open should you need to talk to anyone about anything that is bothering you. I will let you rant should you need to, or give advice if you want it, or anything.

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Thanks for reading, and I'll see y'all soon!

Stay strong, stay alive.

-PanicAtTheHere