Chrollo Lucilfer was absolutely whipped for you.

You were beautiful, smart, kind, sassy, funny, charismatic, introverted, observant, and as much as both of you hated it, you were popular.

90 percent of the school had a crush on you, both boys and girls, and you were always the teacher’s favorite, despite being the best friend of a gang leader and delinquent, Chrollo himself.

But he was too scared to tell you about his crush, not wanting to ruin your friendship. He didn’t want you to think that he was just yet another simp for you, even though he sort of was. But he didn’t just like you for your looks, he thought you were beautiful, both inside and out.

Yet another guy came up to you after school, nervous lookin and red, ready to confess to you. You sighed, preparing yourself for another rejection and guilt.

“U-uh, so I’ve uh-“

However, he immediately stopped, starting to look a bit purple from fear when he looked behind you. Of course, it was your infamous ‘guard dog,’ Chrollo. His dark glare and horrifying bloodlust towards the boy almost made it as if a blackish purple aura was coming from him. The boy quickly ran away before you turned to Chrollo with a small frown. You even saw some of the Troupe members sneakily following the boy.