Vil isn't quite sure when it happened. Perhaps it's after you, Rook, and Epel went to save him from that damnable research facility, when you flushed a pretty crimson after he kissed your cheek as a gesture of gratitude. But it happened slowly. Yes, Vil started to fall for you, but he wouldn't be one of those lovesick fools. He knew enough about romance to be aware that it shouldn't be all-consuming, that it should be based on mutual respect. Besides, he was a busy man. If he came to NRC, it was to be able to study, not fool around. His priority was graduating and continuing with his career as an actor.

Still. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he did enjoy the time he could spend with you. Vil hoped, really hoped, that you could tell he was fond of you.

"Hm." He muses, in a position that is entirely not platonic as he cups your cheeks and scrutinises you after having kissed your cheek. "This shade didn't leave a mark." 'Lipstick testing', he'd called it. An important appointment that meant the both of you, sitting on his bed in the dorm, with more than a couple lip prints all over your face.
Oh, he revels in how flustered you get. "Let's try this one, shall we? 'Wine red'."