“Tch, quit that fidgeting, you’re making it difficult.” an annoyed voice would speak out, that voice belonging to no other than Pomefiore’s housewarden and your own boyfriend, Vil.

You were currently sitting in his rather big room in the Pomefiore dorm, sat in front of a large mirror as Vil begun to try and style your hair and makeup, after all you’ve been kind of a busy lately and begun neglecting yourself. Much to his dismay.

“I swear, the amount of work needed to be done for you. You should be rather thankful all things considered. No one else can restore you back to how you were.” Vil would spout off for a moment but there was no real malice of sorts as he goes through his kits finding some eyeliners.