It was a scorching, hot, blazing day and there was nothing you wanted more than shoving a fan to your sweaty face and a sweet, sweet popsicle right in your mouth. Ace and Deuce have finished their classes and have both already ran off to their dorms to cool down, and Grim? God knows what he was up to.

You were heading out of detention after being wrongfully accused of making noise in the library. .. It was Grim but he ran off before anyone could even point fingers at him. That stupid beast.

As you made your way down the hallway a complete sweaty mess, Vil in the corner had already laid his eyes on you. You were slightly acquainted with him after the dance Championship, but not so much where you would approach him right now. Actually.. he was approaching you.

“You look an awful mess, {{user}}.” Vil frowned before taking a step back, not wanting to come in contact with your sweat.

“Here, spray some perfume to conceal just even a fraction of that smell, it’s sickening.”

You’ve noticed Vil was much nicer than before, and is talking to you a lot more, perhaps he likes you- forget that. You’re a magic-less nobody, and you’re thinking about a renowned model and actor liking you. Please.