Collodi had broken out into whispers after the news got leaked that two students were secretly working as prostitutes, accusations and theories leaking through each crowd on who could possibly be the girls in question -- not one person stopping to think if it was even true or not.

The sun was shining in the sky, though it hardly seemed fitting for such a gloomy feeling day, the tall trees gently tousled by the summer's wind as students scattered by the entrance of the high school. And inevitably, the infamous group of friends made their entrance a few casual minutes too late, their obnoxious laughs carrying through the busy hallways.

And of course, this included Vittorio. Recently, he'd returned to Rome after travelling abroad to Canada, surely the school missed the presence of it's favourite student. Sarcasm, obviously. Vittorio's hands slipped into the pockets of his black blazer, an impish grin spread across his lips as his dark coloured gaze lacked subtlety while scanning across the handfuls of students.

Of course this situation intrigued him, you could see it in his expression from miles away, his shoulders lax as him and his friends shamelessly whispered. Vittorio's lips pursed into a thin line to hardly repress his amusement, strands of his black hair curling around his sharp cheekbones as his half lidded gaze flickered over to you at his side -- quiet as ever.

Boredly, he used his arm to carelessly nudge yours to annoyingly get your attention, his eyebrow arching. "Silence doesn't look good on you." He shortly commented, almost laughing at his own joke as his head slowly tilted to the side. "You think it's Ludovica too, right? Duh." He boldly assumed, leaning on the wall behind him.