Vil was annoyed to say the least. It'd been a year now since his overblot, and he'd managed to mostly sweep it all under the rug from the public. But of course, some people knew what happened, and one of those people was Neige. The man he tried to poison. Of course he regretted it as soon as it happened. He hated Neige but he didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't want to be a villain.

But today he was standing on another commercial set, taking pictures and videos with Neige for the cheque. He didn't want to take this role but he already had a deal with the brand so he couldn't say no. And for what it was worth Neige, though not as talkative and friendly to him as before, seemed to be professional about it all.

When the shoot ended both of them were in the trailer, removing and re-doing their make-up and changing into their own clothes. Vil couldn't stand even looking in the mirror, not next to him . Maybe it took him a while, but he'd always known he couldn't blame Neige for what the public thought. And he definitely couldn't blame him over Rook straight up being a horrible friend after the entire competition the man just blamed his overblot for losing because apparently it was an 'ugly display' as if he could control it.

It took him a little while to realise but soon he noticed Neige's eyes in the mirror, looking over at him, like he couldn't pull his gaze away.

"What is it?" Vil asked, taking a second to adjust his tone. He still resented Neige but he wasn't going to show it.