Sander's 'Sitting! Sander's Sides x Reader

A/N: Glad to be back, everyone! Sorry for not uploading for a while! I've been hanging out with my dojo family (which is the best family) a lot more lately due to black belt test season!

Anyway, just wanted to say that there will possibly be some adorable headcanons that I thought was fitting. Hope you guys enjoy!

~Sam :3

Y/N POV

I feel really anxious right now.

Today is my first belt test. I'm testing for my high white belt, and I feel queasy.

"Are you not going to eat anything, kiddo?" Mr. Patton asks.

I shake my head.

"Not in the mood to talk either?" He asks.

I shake my head again.

Mr. Patton sighs. "Well, eat at least a couple bites of your (favourite breakfast food or F/B/F). You'll need energy for your belt test today."

I sigh and do as I'm told. Normally, I would enjoy this, but my (F/B/F) tastes boring. It doesn't taste good like it normally does. It tastes like cardboard.

I stop eating and start to walk out of the kitchen. I look over my shoulder and see Mr. Patton pick up my plate of food.

"You're going to do great, kiddo. Believe in yourself." He says with a smile.

I walk out of the kitchen and up to my room. On the way, I see Mr. Logan.

"Good morning, Y/N." Mr. Logan pauses for a minute. "Is something the matter?"

I nod.

Mr. Logan kneels down to my height. "Would you care to tell me what it is that is troubling you?"

I sigh. "I'm really nervous about my belt test today. What if I mess up?" I use sign language so I don't have to speak.

"Ah, not in the mood for talking, I see." Mr. Logan concludes. "Let's help you get your karate gi on, and you can tell me when you're ready."

~smol time skip~

After Mr. Logan helps me get my karate gi on, He helps me put my hair in a ponytail.

"It is a good thing that Roman is not in our presence. He would probably try to over accessorize your hair and take a substantial amount of time to get you ready." Mr. Logan says.

I can't help but giggle slightly.

"I know you are... nervous about your belt exam today. You have not been back to the dojo in quite a long time, even though you have been practicing your skills." Mr. Logan says, giving me words of wisdom. "I remember many nights where I would be comforting Virgil when certain things were causing Thomas stress. It would usually start with me passing by Virgil's room and hearing him have a panic attack. It always caused him to have abnormal breathing patterns, and he would perspire heavily. I would help him calm down, and we would talk together. We sat and listened to music together and would converse about whatever troubling event was on Virgil's mind. I found that after many nights, I became interested in the music Virgil listened to. When I was in Virgil's room, he would have a band called Twenty One Pilots playing. After a while, I started going into Virgil's room more often. Even when he wasn't in distress, and we would talk for hours. I always preferred talking to Virgil over Patton or Roman. Not because I dislike my conversations with them, but with Virgil I was - and still am - able to have brilliant conversations."

Mr. Logan stops for a moment as if he is lost in his memories. "My apologies. I went off on a bit of a tangent."

"No, no, it's ok. Tell me more." I say in sign language.