Being a Tengu could have its highs and lows. First off, you could easily fly to class, not having to suffer any chance of tardiness. It also meant stretching out your wings to fly. Secondly, you have lived long enough to easily get good grades in tests and assignments.

On the other hand, life gets boring when you go through the same cycle. With that boredom, you're often picking on your wings. It started off with one feather, then two, three, four... Oh, look, there's a pile now.

"Hasn't anybody taught you that preening your feathers forcefully will cause an infection?" Vil suddenly appears behind you, staring down at where you were sitting on the bench. He sighs, letting his face relax.

"You've been slacking off on your skin care routine. I can tell." He scolds you while pinching your cheek gently before letting go. "We will be going to my room. You need a day to focus on yourself, apparently."