Concept : Roman finds out that the villain he's been fighting all this time is actually the love of his life

   Third P.O.V.

   Roman smirked as he pinned Anxiety down, finally managing to break free from the villain's restraint, swapping the positions. Anxiety glared at him, trying to catch his attention. Roman shook his head in false disappointment as he pressed their bodies together, leaving the shorter man no place to move a muscle.

   "Come now, Anxiety, this trick is old enough for me to not fall for it anymore." he whispered, the smirk never leaving his lips as he watched Anxiety's face form an expression of panic and horror. The villain tried escaping, but to no end : Roman's grip was firm and there was little to no space left between the wall, himself and Creativity.

   Anxiety growled a "Let me go!" which was answered with a chuckle and a "No.". 

   "Right, Anxiety, it is time you tell me everything I want to know. You're not leaving until you do." 

   Anxiety rolled his eyes and scoffed, but came to a sudden stop when the ticking of the transformation time was heard. 

   "Shit. Let me go, Princey!"

   "You're running out of time and I'm losing my patience." Roman growled, squeezing Anxiety's wrists, pushing them harder into the wall. Virgil winced at the sudden action.

   "You're not getting anything from me and you know it." Anxiety whispered menacingly. Roman tilted his head to the side. 

   "No answer?"

   Anxiety moved his head to the side, so he couldn't see him and in a sign of rebellion. Virgil realized trying to escape was useless and that he had less than a minute left.

   He was out of ideas. 

   Why had he decided that transforming and starting a fight with Creativity was a good idea? He had just had a panic attack and he was weak, for fucks sake! Stupid brain, stupid feelings, stupid Roman. He missed him so much that he would be content with the glares full of hatred and the knifes at throat coming from him.  

   Anything to have him there.

   He hated that he felt this way. And he hated that he couldn't stop it.

   God, what a fucking failure. Can't even control his own feelings. 

   Virgil hadn't realized he had scoffed out loud at his own thought. At that point he had given up. There was no point in this. After Roman found out, he would never make an appearance again and possibly move out of the city. That seemed like a good plan.

   Roman found it really confusing when Anxiety stopped struggling and fell into a trance like disposition. Like he was thinking about something life changing, making small expressions throughout the thinking process. 

   It reminded him so much of-

   Roman, no! Thinking about him won't do you any good! 

   But he missed him. He missed him so so much.

   Roman missed how Virgil would listen to music and fall into a daydream. 

   He missed the way Virgil always convinced him to come back to bed in the morning, his hair messy, lips pouted, as he extended a hand to Roman. 

   He missed how he would come behind Roman and wrap his hands around his shoulders to get him to stop working on the script. 

   He missed how he would try and fail to cook in order to set up a romantic dinner. 

   He missed how beautiful he looked with the wind blowing in his face. How he would hide his laugh at a awful Disney joke. How he would smirk at Roman in a situation where the other couldn't get up and kiss him. 

   He missed everything. Virgil was HIS everything.

   So, then, why was Anxiety, a villain he had antagonized from the start, remind him of the best thing in his life, that was now gone?

   "I guess we're both out of it today, huh?" Roman was broken from his thoughts by Anxiety's voice. He whipped his head around to look at the villain, who was now nearly in tears, from what Roman could tell. He hadn't even realized he had weakened his grip until he was on the floor, Anxiety on top of him, his right arm secured in place by Anxiety's foot, while the other was held by his hand.

   Roman didn't have enough time to try and fight the restraint as a blinding light enveloped Anxiety, marking his de-transformation. There, on top of him, was a young man, around his age, wearing a completely different attire and look. The spiky black hair Anxiety owned, turned into a fluffier brown version with purple tips, the villain's figure becoming slimmer.

   He was breathing heavily, slightly shaking. He finally looked Roman in the eyes. The hero's breathed hitched. He could recognize those eyes anywhere. Even if they were threatening to spill tears.

   "Virgil-"

   "Don't follow me." he said, obviously trying not to cry. "Don't- Please, Roman. Don't follow me."

   Roman felt his heartbeat become several times faster, pounding in his ears. Every part of him was telling him to make him stay, to not let him go again.

   He wasn't making the same mistake. Not this time.

   ***

   Does this count as angst?