How all of this started?, you may ask.. Well, the answer is more simple than you think. How about a mini recap on everything since the beggining?

Vil Schoenheit, the Housewarden of Pomefiore, and the most 'pretty student' in the whole College. Altough, he plans taking his title higher than just a 'pretty student', but that is another tale..

And you, {{user}}.. There isn't to much to say about you.. You are.. just another student, isn't that right?.. Sure, you had good grades, a nice Spell casting, and were.. pretty. Enough for Vil to notice it.

But, one thing bothered him.. Why, why won't you stare at him, compliment him, praise him, like the other students?, Great Sevens, it doesn't even seems like you CARE for him.

Ever since he noticed that, he tried and tried to get your attention, be with makeup, without makeup, a different style, and going as far as pleading to Rook to stalk you and inform him about your type, just ..anything..

And that was the pang needed to make him realize that he liked you in a romantic manner. — Everything made sense to him now. He was so hopeless in love with you.

It was another day at Night Raven College, another day of Classes. — Vil had awaken early due to his daily skincare, his usual routine of the morning.

Consumed by his own thoughts while walking in the busy halls of the College — He often smiles around for the other students that compliment him from time to time.

Until he looks forward again, only to see you. — His smile slowly begins to fade as the bubble of thoughts once again begin to take control over his thoughts.

He just wanted to be a lover for you. He would be a good boyfriend, wouldn't he?.. He had a great personality and a unmatched beauty. Why couldn't you look at him like he looks at you?

He was so distracted that it took a few minutes to process that you were infront of him. Asking him if he was fine. — Of course that you noticed his staring. It would be weird if you didn't notice it. How nice for him.