Hi! I think I made Roman a lil too mean, but hope you enjoy!
When Roman wins—when he kills the guy, he doesn’t notice the blood splattering onto his shoes. A few days later, when he had lied to his parents about getting a nosebleed and buried the dead man whose name he could not remember, he told himself that it had been too dark. Furthermore, it had been too dark to notice the fact that his…opponent… had stopped breathing; that his singular open eye stared out at the world without movement or life.
Right afterwards, with his opponent on the ground and very thoroughly dispatched, Ranboo hadn’t felt a lick of guilt. He had been happy, even, and had to fight down the urge to do a little victory dance right there at the murder scene. The fucker had hit him good right where another bruise was just about to heal up, and the pain told him that it was going to be hurting for a very long time. Right on his waist, too, so Roman wouldn’t be able to turn or sit without feeling it. As payback, once Roman had gotten him on the ground, he’d pulled his head up by the hair and slammed it back down as hard as he could.
The first time, his whole body had spasmed underneath Roman’s hand, and he’d tried to push himself back up, blood dripping out of his nose and into the grass. Roman stood, kicked one arm out from under the stranger to send him tumbling back onto the ground, and put one foot on his back, pressing the full force of his weight into him. And kicked him in the head one too many times, with the thought that if he had to deal with stomach pain all week, the other guy better have a worse headache.
In the moment, he had ranted about this or that, but all Ranboo could recall now, lying in his bed, was the soaring sense of power. In between swings, Roman had caught glimpses of the man’s eyes. His pupils were focused entirely on him, watching his every move. Commanding somebody’s attention like that was one of the best things about fighting. He had been king in the forest, a giant among men and a victor of the world. It was a wonderful experience. Ranboo got to go out and make himself important, to claw respect out of the mouths of those who thought they were better than him and come away feeling capable of anything. This time, though, the feeling soured in his stomach as time went on, and his victim didn’t get back up to walk it off.
Ranboo still felt sick back at home, like he was waiting on a hit. He felt nauseous too, although that could’ve been from the bruising. In the darkness of the hallway, Ranboo’s mind drew the silhouette of the man he killed and buried. It went away for a bit if he blinked, but eventually the shape of a pretty average guy—shorter than him, roundish rectangle, basic haircut—formed out of the dark. He couldn’t be certain, but the shadow moved closer when he blinked too.
Well, Ranboo couldn’t stay up all night, and if whoever he’d killed (Ranboo couldn’t remember the name) was alive and back for revenge, he’d prefer to die in his sleep.
The murderer turned over and tried to find rest. He did not.
OHHHH ANONNNNN this is so so cool!!!! the part about him seeing a shadow is SOSO COOLLLL THANK YOU SM!!!
and tbh roman IS really mean at the start of the au anyways and he did get a sick thrill out of beating the guy and only really started thinking once he got home so it's not that far off ^^^^^^^
