Sanders Sides Oneshots

Whumptober day 26 (broken ribs)

Q: do you know any urban legends?

Pairing: Logince

Logan hissed as he hit the ground, his books flew from his arms and his glasses slipped off his face. Obnoxious laughter followed as soon as he fell, the teen frowned and retrieved his glasses and books without saying a word. The shoes of bystanders passed by him, not even bothering to stop and help. Logan sighed and picked himself up, his books once again hugged to his chest and his glasses firmly placed on the bridge of his nose. “You just keep getting up do you?” The teen who had tripped him sneered.

The other teens behind him snickered, except for one.

Logan looked at them nonchalantly, blinked, and then continued his walk to his classroom. The bruise on his knee throbbed and his chest ached, today was an average day. Most days he would've been beat, but today was an easier day. He passed by the group and felt a chill run down his spine as he passed by the final teen, the one that had not laughed.

Roman Prince.

Logan glanced over at him, a frown tugging at his lips. Roman froze and immediately looked away, guilt ate away at him like a wildfire in the Savannah. He shifted his weight and played with the hem of his shirt. Logan scoffed and made his way to his classroom where he was greeted by his friend Remy and sat with him at the back of the class.

The day went along quite well, and by the time school was over Logan was surprised that he had not been intervened by the group of teens like usual. He walked briskly nonetheless, still afraid that today's luck would soon wear out. He peered over his shoulder every now and then and felt his heart grow heavy as he neared his destination.

The park was always a quiet and comforting place to hang out at. And there was barely any teenagers, well scratch that, there was no teenagers at all. Except for him of course. And Roman.

And there he was, as usual, sitting at a bench under a huge tree. Logan on most days would've felt relieved or happy, but today was different. He was upset and felt betrayed.

He walked up to the bench and sat silently beside Roman who greeted him kindly, only to receive silence as a response. The older male frowned at his silence and tapped Logan's shoulder to get his attention, of course Logan flinched at the touch and glared up at him. “Don't.” He warned icily. Roman froze and put his hand down, he muttered and quick sorry and scratched the back of his neck. “A-are you okay? You fell down pretty hard.” He questioned. Logan dropped his gaze to his lap.

“Roman.” He bit his lip.

“Yes?” Roman tilted his head to the side.

“If all you're going to do is watch as they beat me, then don't bother talking to me. Friends don't watch friends get beat up, they help them when they need it the most. And I've needed your help for two years. I thought I could deal with it, but I can't Roman. I'm tired of having this secret friendship.” Logan stood up and looked down at Roman with teary eyes. “I'm tired of it.” He repeated and stormed off. Leaving behind a wide-eyed and guilt stricken Roman.

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The next day Roman was absent.

The teens jumped Logan in the morning as soon as he entered through the front doors. They dragged him to the bathroom and beat him, they had made up a challenge for each other that morning before Logan had arrived.

Logan was always quiet, even as they beat him, he never made a noise. So they challenged each other stating that whoever made Logan whimper first would be the rightful leader of the group. So of course as soon as Logan showed up the game had started promising Logan a very bad day.