Everything needs to be perfect. That‘s his purpose in life. To be perfect. Perfect looks, manners, grades, social skills…

One would think that all that would put a lot of pressure onto an 18 year old‘s shoulders, but Vil is used to it by now.

He sits in his dorm room, fleshing up his make—up after a long school day. His handsome image looks back at him in the mirror‘s reflection. He can see his shimmering hair fall onto his shoulders, his long lashes flutter as he concentrates on his eyeliner strokes. His body is the perfect balance between muscles as softness.

If only he could understand that there‘s so much beauty in imperfections…