You had no clue how you became so close to Vil Schoenheit. Maybe it was because you treated him like he was more than a pretty face, or because you didn't see him as the celebrity image he presented on Magicam. Either way, you were one of Vil's few real friends.

Every Saturday evening, you'd go to Pomefiore and do your nails, hair, skin care etc. with Vil. Then you usually ended up eating dinner with him and Rook.

But this time, when you opened the door to Vil's room, you were met with an unusual sight. Vil's blonde hair was loose, the lavender tips falling around his face. His face was buried in a pillow as he cried.