This follows the prinxiety in the last one-shot! Trigger warning, fighting, swearing and toxic relationships!

Virgil Black saluted at the music teacher he'd just run into after giving him directions. Spinning around on his heel, he stormed down the science halls, remembering his anger. Some drama teacher ignores a students' protests about a tutoring session, doesn't bother to email the teacher who was supposed to be tutoring them, keeps them in and Virgil only finds out because of an email he received while talking with Logan from the student.

Ryan Terry wasn't a bad student, he just had ADHD when someone wasn't talking face-to-face with him. That was why Virgil stayed behind with him after school to reteach the lesson and the drama teacher's' stunt might risk the boys' future. Sure, it would be one lesson but Virgil knew for a fact that the five love languages would be turning up in their exams and would be mentioned next term after the kids briefly touched on them.

Virgil reached the performing arts section of the school and he stalked past the dance studios, the theatres, the music rooms and prop rooms. He marched on until he reached 1D. The room Ryan would be in.

Taking in a breath, Virgil cleared out any anxious thoughts, knowing now was not the time to worry about humiliation. The students' education was more important than his own wishes. Virgil swung open the door, his heterochromatic gaze sweeping across the room, one eye green and the other purple. They locked instantly onto Ryan so Virgil didn't bother looking for whatever drama teacher kept him back. It was probably some stuffy, old bloke.

"Ryan," He said coolly, ignoring the relief on the students' face, "Let's go, kid, this session's important!"

Ryan quickly began to dart to his psychology teacher but a hand was placed on the boys' shoulder. "Um, I don't think so." Someone said sternly.

Virgil closed his eyes for a second, finally looking at the drama teacher and he suddenly realised which teacher he was now talking to. He'd seen him several times in the staff room but now he'd finally been noticed.

He didn't know the mans' name but he was startlingly pretty. He had chestnut brown hair and rosy skin, beautiful blue eyes and he carried himself with a confidence that Virgil could never possess. Of course, he just had to be the teacher he currently had a bone to pick with.

"Sorry, I don't care about you enough to bother with your authority," Lied Virgil, swinging his gaze back to Ryan then to the teacher as he walked into the room. "Ryan is taking my lesson and I need to reteach him a lesson that will be very important when it comes to his exams this year. Surely you can reschedule this?"

"Why don't you reschedule your session with him and buy some stilettos while you're at it?" Scoffed the drama teacher as Virgil reared back like he'd been stung. "It might make you tall enough for me to actually see you without hurting my neck."

Virgil balled his fists, trying to hold in his short patience. "Look here, mister spotlight, I can't reschedule this, I'm busy tomorrow and then we have a different, preprepared tutoring session the day after that, then I'll be busy again, repeat the cycle." He crossed his arms as Ryan backed carefully behind him. Mr Black was known for a very thin temper and, once, he'd come into work with a black eye after his boyfriend cheated on him and he'd lost his temper.

"Look, you're tiny, emo, and I can hardly believe you're actually a teacher," The drama teacher sniffed. "You seem to have some anger issues, so maybe you should step outside and chill your angsty ass down?"

The psychology professor widened his eyes, arching his shoulders back. "Do you want a fucking go?" He snapped.

"Mr Black, it's fine, I can borrow notes-"

"-Because I will not hesitate to beat the ever-loving crap outta you!" Virgil threatened.

Quickly, the other man dropped his rude attitude, raising his hands up by his chest. "Woah, hey, chill! Mind your language, I'm sorry!"

Virgil glared, with what was close to murder in his eyes. "Next time, don't keep students back from more important matters!" He turned when Ryan tapped him on the shoulder and he breathed in deeply, calming down. "Yep?"

"Mr Black, I can take someone's' notes if that'd help. Morgana Wicca often lets me borrow hers!" Ryan told him, smiling eagerly. "I did kinda interrupt Mr Prince a lot during his lesson, so this detention is completely justified."

The emo nodded slowly, taking in another breath, ignoring the victorious smirk of the teacher behind him. "Alright, Ryan, if you are sure. But," He turned to glare at the other, "Next time, Mr Your-name-is-too-stupid-to-be-remembered, tell the person who was supposed to by meeting the kid because I panicked for, like, six minutes because I had no idea where he was."

The man rolled his eyes as Virgil walked out, giving his trade-mark salute and fixing the actor with a glare. The moment he was out of sight, he took another deep breath.

Yeah, he may have some anger issues...

.:*:.

Roman entered the staffroom a week or two after an altercation with another teacher, whose name he couldn't remember while his emo face was clear in his mind. Ryan had explained that he was a young teacher who often had trouble keeping his temper when challenged but was usually great if a little tired.

The drama teacher dropped his messenger bag that held his notebooks on a small armchair and he glanced around. Someone was actually sleeping on the tiny kitchen island. Well, it was called a kitchen but Roman was positive it was just there to house all the coffee powder. He went to sit opposite them but they didn't look up, continuing to sleep. Curiously, Roman spotted the paper under the others' arms and he gently pried them away.

Several pop quizzes, based on the language of loves and the five ways people usually expect it. He scanned through them, noting how highly graded they all were and then he froze.

Ryan Terry: 42/50

He reread it.

Ryan Terry: 42/50

Roman looked back at the sleeping teacher before him. They head big headphones on, and a slightly oversized hoodie. They tilted their head to the side as they yawned and Roman instantly recognised him. Dammit...

The other's' eyes fluttered open briefly and he stared blankly at the door before catching sight of the bag on the armchair, swinging his heterochromatic gaze up to Roman and screeching, tumbling off his stool.

"Ow... Shit," He hissed from the ground as Roman leaned over the counter. He glared up at the drama teacher. "Do all the dramatic bitches watch people sleep or is that a 'you' problem?"

"Says the guys who fell asleep at work!" Sniffed Roman when he saw the way the other was cradling his wrist. "A-Are you okay?"

He struggled to his feet. "I'm fine. What's even your name?"

Roman rolled his eyes. "You said it was too stupid to remember, like, a week ago but I guess I'll tell you." He bowed mockingly. "Roman Prince, at your service."

"Guess you live up to the name, huh?"

Roman smirked. "I try.~"

The other rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Whatever. Virgil Black, I don't want to live."

"Not good for a, what, psychology teacher?" Laughed Roman.

Virgil got back onto his stool, keeping the wrist he cradled in his lap while he pulled the tests back to him. "I also teach a few sociology lessons. And just because I don't wanna live doesn't mean I can't teach my subject well, Roman Chandler."

"Uh, it's 'Prince,' actually-" Roman paused, looking at Virgil. "Wait, did-did you just-?

"See ya, Heather," Mumbled the teacher, holding the tests to his chest as he snatched up his bag. Virgil left and Roman stared after him.

"Oh my god, I have found JD."

.:*:.

"Fletcher, please, try to listen, I don't wanna keep you behind after school!" Roman insisted to one of his students. 

Fletcher scoffed but shrugged. "Yeah, sure, whatever..."

"No, I am serious, I am very busy tonight. I've scheduled to rewatch Steven Universe with Mr Picani from the music department and talk about cute boys, I do not have the time to stay behind in school."

The class laughed and Roman turned back to teaching. He had only arrived this year to teach and he had quickly let his students know that he was pretty chill with things. He would joke of disobedience but would carry out his threats. Roman had met Patton Picani once and the two kept making faces at each other through the window during their class, which, a few students had said, was the best lesson ever. He also never directly told anyone he was gay but he mentioned boys a lot. Also, he had several pride flags above his desk.

A squeal sounded from behind him and he turned around, raising an eyebrow at Fletcher who was pulling a girl's' hair.

"Fletcher, refrain from doing that, please. And it's a detention after school."

"Well, sir, I already got a place to be after school, with a teacher, so I can't come!"

Roman rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, making the class giggle. "Well, you can email the teacher, when you come to the detention, that you landed yourself in trouble and can't come."

Fletcher turned quickly awkward and he went to speak.

"Mr Prince, I-"

"Uh!"

"The teach-"

"Mm!"

"I can't-"

"Nope!"

"He'll be-"

"So, someone tell me a line from Macbeth and we can analyse it."

.:*:.

Fletcher walked in awkwardly, dumping his bag by the door. Roman glanced up at him and sighed. "Look, Fletch, I don't wanna keep you here any more than I have to. Can you please just sit in silence for a bit, while I finish sewing up some buttons on this?"

The student nodded, sitting cross-legged in the empty space of the drama room. Five minutes passed and the doors swung open.

"Princey!" Snapped  Virgil Black and Roman sighed loudly. "Are you making it a personal goal to piss me off because, trust me, you've gone above and beyond that little target!"

"Virgil, pleasure seeing you again," Roman growled, sliding the costume he'd been working on away. "Let me guess, another student you've gotta tutor?"

Virgil stormed into the room scowling. "Fletcher, you can leave, go to my classroom." The student hurried out of the door and Virgil strolled right up to Roman. "Princey, next time, tell the damn teacher!"

Roman frowned. "I have the students tell them. It makes them more reluctant to misbehave when they have to tell people they've gotten in detention. You should know, being a psychologist, and stuff!"

The short emo crossed his arms, looking furious. "You really know how to be a prick, don't you? You think your pretty little face is gonna get you out of everything, well, it ain't! I need to talk to Fletcher, he's asked me to talk with him, Emile Picani's requested I talk to him and you can't just pull him outta that!" He snapped, prodding his finger harshly into Roman's' chest.

"Look, Black," Roman growled, losing his cool, "You obviously get really worked up over nothing and it's pissing me off, now. Go run back to your student if he's so important, stop trying to pick a fight with me!"

"Alright, Prince, you don't understand what's going on here!" Virgil answered. "You're keeping students away from the help that they want so they can sit in silence and you don't have the guts to tell the teacher."

Roman balled his fists. "Black, I'm doing my job here and I'm following through the instructions I've been given. Why don't you go running back to your student and start helping him if it's that important or start explaining things like someone who isn't a sulky, angry, stupid bi-"

Virgil slapped him. Square in the jaw. Patton had warned Roman once that the teacher could respond very quickly with violence but Roman never thought he'd do it to a coworker. Roman also didn't think he'd punch back but that had drawn away the last of his patience. He punched the guys' shoulder, Virgil kicked him and he kicked back.

His foot connected with Virgil's' calf and the teacher buckled slightly, elbowing Roman in the stomach. Gasping, the drama teacher lost the memory that this man was his coworker, lost the memory he was in school, lost the memory that he actually didn't really want to hurt him after he had seen him hurt his wrist two days ago: he lunged down and pushed Virgil back onto the ground, pinning him down by a hand to his chest.

Neither were trained fighters, obviously, but Roman was stronger than the emo and he kept him pinned beneath him, kneeling above Virgil.

"Okay, stroppy, listen up!" He said. "Don't you dare fucking slap me again, or I will-"

"You'll what?" Sneered Virgil, pushing his head up as he managed to prop himself up on his elbows, pushing their faces closer together. Roman froze for a moment, furious at how flustered he'd become now the emo was physically right up in his face, their noses almost touching. Virgil suddenly jabbed a knee into his stomach, scrabbling out from beneath him.

Roman gasped, falling onto his side but he quickly jumped to his feet, darting over to Virgil who was gonna walk away. He grabbed the smaller man by the arm, getting his back against the wall as he glared down at him. That's when he realised how short Virgil really was. The teacher's' head only came up half-way through his neck, and he stared at Roman with wide eyes and a red face. Wait...

A red face? Was he blushing because Roman had him pinned against the wall? Roman did have one hand grasped around Virgil's' waist and the other was on his chest, while Virgil's' hands had managed to end up sitting on his shoulders. The emo did look stunned as he gazed into Roman's' eyes with surprise and embarrassment.

Roman didn't know why he had the urge to kiss him. Maybe it was because this was always the way he had imagined kissing a boyfriend or something, minus the fighting part. A bit of flirting and then he's against the wall, powerless. Now he finally had someone against the wall, they were flustered and just so happened to be a coworker who'd slapped him earlier and had been fighting with him.

Virgil finally looked away from Roman's' face, the blush increasing as he glanced down, then up and then to the side. His eyes widened again and he opened his mouth, as if about to say something but the words were caught in his throat.

"U-Uh, I'll just go back to your class, Mr Black..." Said Fletcher's' voice and Roman let go of Virgil, jumping back as his eyes landed on the student. Fletcher looked at them both before turning down to look at a backpack. "I forgot my bag, I-I'll go..." And he hurriedly left.

Virgil finally peeled himself away from the wall, eyes fixed shyly on the ground. "S-Sorry for slapping you..." He mumbled, shoulders hunching over himself nervously.

"Y-Yep, it's fine. I kinda provoked it, anyway..." Roman breathed softly, eyes fixated on Virgil as he walked away. Holy shit...

.:*:.

Virgil got into class the day after the incident with Roman Prince. He'd spent the whole night in his idiotic boyfriends' apartment, gazing at his ceiling and his brain slowly processed what had happened.

He'd gotten into a fight with someone who wasn't his boyfriend. That was a shock already. And then he had ended up, back against the wall, with a very warn face and he had stuttered during the whole talk he'd had with Fletcher. Luckily for him, Fletcher hadn't made fun of him and they talked about Fletcher's' home life quite normally.

However, now he was back in class, all his students seemed to be watching him.

"Okay..." He said slowly, dumping his bag on his seat and sitting on his desk like he usually did. "You guys either think we've got a surprise field trip again or you're expecting me  to hand out sweets."

"Professor," A girl, Mia, raised her hand. "Are you dating Mr Prince, from the drama department?"

Virgil felt his face heat up as a few students began to whisper. "O-Oh, n-no, I'm not dating h-him! I-I have a boyfriend-"

"But, professor, you've said you don't like your boyfriend!" Called Ryan Terry, finally paying attention for once.

"I don't, b-but I also don't like Mr P-Prince," Virgil tried. "Where did you get these ideas from-?"

"Fletcher Hart said Mr Prince got you against a wall yesterday and you were blushing!"

"Professor, are you gay?"

"Who asked who out?"

Virgil shook his head frantically. "We're not dating, I swear!"

The door swung open and the principal, Thomas Sanders, looked in. "Virgil," He said, "I'm going to need you in my office..."

The class looked around, asking who Virgil was.

Their teacher frowned. "But... my lesson?"

"Emile Picani will cover. It's about yesterday... In D1. The interaction between you and Mr Prince..."

Students were now listening intently for gossip and Virgil paled. "Y-You're not gonna fire me, are you? Oh, shit, please don't fire me, I can explain-!"

"Principal Sanders, please don't fire Mr Black!"

"Sir, if you fire him, I quit school!"

"Don't fire Mr Black, sir, he's one of the best teachers we have!"

Thomas raised his hand, quickly silencing Virgil's' rambles and the class's' protests about firing him. "Virgil, I won't fire you. However, I am gonna need you to explain."

Virgil nodded slowly, almost tearfully, as he slid off the desk, obviously terrified. He walked stiffly but quickly over to the principal and Emile Picani awkwardly walked in. This was going to be an interesting cover lesson...

.:*:.

Roman was already waiting in Principal's' Sanders' office when the headmaster came in with a certain psychology professor. Virgil was pale as he took a seat next to Roman, shaking with nerves.

"Virgil," Thomas began but the emo quickly cut him off.

"Please, sir, don't fire me! You know I need this money or I'll never be able t get out of my boyfriends' apartment and I can't break up with him while I live with him, I've got nowhere to go, you don't know what he'll do when he finds out I've been fired! Please, Thomas, I can't-!"

Thomas stopped Virgil's' rambling, leaning across the table to place a hand on his shoulder. "Virgil, I'm not going to fire either of you. I know how badly you need this pay to get out of his place, I couldn't fire you without the guilt of ruining your life. But, I do need an explanation."

Virgil nodded slowly, letting out a quivering breath as he tried to calm himself down and Roman couldn't help but be intrigued. What secret was the emo hiding?

"Roman, can you explain your side of the story while Mr Black calms down, please?" Thomas asked.

Roman straightened in his seat. "Well, I was keeping back a Fletcher Hart for detention after school and Virgil got very annoyed with me because he was supposed to be in a meeting with him that day, which I was unaware of. Virgil and I got in an argument, both of us provoking each other until he lost his cool and slapped me. I punched him back and we got into a fight, which ended when Fletcher returned to get his bag."

"Virgil, could you second this?"

Virgil had been watching Roman from behind his bangs as the drama teacher spoke. He didn't remove his mismatched gaze as he slowly replied, "Yeah, th-that's all that happened..."

Thomas nodded slowly. "Then I see no reason to punish anyone. Roman, for future scenarios, Virgil has a short temper and he doesn't hesitate when it comes to lashing out. Virgil, please try to keep calm. The two of you are to make up before either of you can return to lessons. And I'm gonna make a call outside."

Their employer left the room, shutting the door behind him and, instantly, Virgil slung himself forwards, slumping on the desk with a loud yet relieved groan.

Roman looked around awkwardly and then asked, "So, what was all that about a boyfriend?"

"A complete bastard who I once loved..." Virgil mumbled into the desk. "He used to be great and I moved to live with him in the city. Then, poof! He's cheating on me and he apologises and we make up. Repeat cycle until I get promoted in work and, all of a sudden, I am, oh, so interesting to the little dick." Roman tilted his head, listening curiously as Virgil continued. "He starts being romantic and he stops bringing around others because I got the money now and he wants it. The moment I've got a use, he's trying to woo me again but I'm not fucking falling for it. I've been saving up for an apartment closer to school so I can dump his ass, leave him and not have to return to my parent s who live ages away so I can keep working here."

Hesitating, Roman looked away and, trying to sound as casual as he could, he asked, "Does he hit you?"

"Sometimes... Why?" Virgil responded, glancing at Roman coldly.

The drama teacher didn't meet his gaze, keeping his eyes firmly on his hands. "My ex used to hit me. He was a brat and I fell for his 'bad boy' attitude when I was in my early twenties because I was stupid. Then he gets pushy when I don't go out with him or I don't sleep with him and he starts to use violence." Virgil's' steeliness had melted from his eyes as he looked up at Roman in shock. Roman pretended he hadn't noticed, just happy to finally talk about it. "I called the police on him after he left a bruise on my cheek and got a restraining order. I moved here and met Thomas in a local theatre. He offered me a job and I took it."

Virgil cautiously put a hand on his back. "Looks like we both had shitty lovers. How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight. You?"

"Twenty-seven. My boyfriend's thirty."

Roman blinked slowly. "That's... a curious age gap for a young relationship. Where did you meet?"

"He started flirting with me when I was seventeen. The  moment I turned eighteen, he was onto me and I was too caught up in his flattery to see what he was doing..." Virgil sighed, placing both hands in his lap. "I am such a fucking retard-"

Suddenly, Roman caught him in a hug, pulling the other close to him and holding him tightly. That was all it took. One bit of positive contact from one other person. That was all it took for Virgil to start crying.

.:*:.

Virgil was sitting at his desk. It was 4pm after school, every student had left and even a few teachers, since it had been a half day. But Virgil was putting off his return home and he was just looking at Tumblr when his classroom door swung open.

"Emo Nightmare, do you know what a half-day means?"

He didn't need to look up to know that it was Roman Prince entering his classroom as the drama teacher pulled up a chair to sit opposite him.

"Hey, Princey. Any reason you've decided to burst into my classroom unannounced?"

Roman was smirking at him from across the table. "Yes, there is a reason."

"Care to tell me?"

"Not yet!~"

Virgil looked up at him with a pout. The two had become swift friends after that day in the principals' office, although they still threatened to beat the shit out of each other and would often say rude things about the others' mom. Roman grinned at Virgil from across the desk, but it was less friendly. The smile was cheeky and playful but it looked secretive at the same time, the other man leaning slightly across the desk.

"Princey, just tell me, what's up?"

Roman leaned in closer. "Promise you won't slap me when I do this?"

Virgil frowned. "I- What are you gonna do? Why would I slap you?"

The drama teacher shrugged. "I dunno, you are a very violent person!"

"Alright, I won't slap you. What are you going to do?" Virgil's' eyes widened as Roman placed his hand on his cheek, pulling him closer. "P-Princey, are you going to kiss me?" Asked the psychologist, practically melting into his touch.

Roman smirked. "Most definitely," He replied, leaning in. Their lips had only just brushed against each other when a janitor walked in.

She looked at the scene before her. "I'll come back later," She said, wide-eyed, as she turned on her heel and walked away.

"Well, that ruined the moment..." Roman mumbled haughtily, letting go of a stunned Virgil. He turned back to the emo, who was watching him thoughtfully. "Sorry about that, try again?"

Virgil shot quickly across the desk, grabbing Roman by the collar and yanking him into a passionate kiss. They remained like that for a solid minute before breaking off.

Roman blinked at him. "I'll take that as a yes... Your boyfriend?"

"Breaking up with him, moving in with you," Responded Virgil and he pulled Roman back into the kiss.