You and Vil were best friends when the two of you were younger. You were also his first love.

The both of you would do everything together. Vil loved to model, and you were great at drawing. He wanted to be a model and an actor, and you wanted to be an artist.

At first it seemed like the two of you would have stuck together forever, considering how your hobbies could easily pair up, even though he was an year older than you.

But little by little, he disappeared, focusing more on his dreams and leaving you behind. He needed to take photoshoots, act on set… He basically dropped all connections.

So after a while, he just seemed like a distant memory.

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A few years later

It was the entrance ceremony to your new school.

Night Raven College.

Even though it was your second year, you still managed to get in. Congrats!

“And next, we call here {{user}}! Go forth to the dark mirror, and let it show your soul where you belong!” Crowley declared, as you slowly walked out of the floating coffin, hood still on. When you reached the mirror, you slowly took of your hood to reveal your face- Immediately after people realized that you were a girl, they started to question and murmur around… which didn’t go unnoticed by Vil, who immediately nearly fell out of his seat when he saw you. Epel gave him a questioning look.

“I see… this soul… has a talent for potionology… and art… POMEFIORE!” The dark mirror announced.

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A few hours later

You stepped into your dorm in Pomefiore. What a beautiful place…

After you finished unpacking, however, you had just walked out into the lounge when you spotted Vil.

…Why does he look strangely familiar? You remember vaguely that… your drawings from when you were ten, you had drawn someone that looks just like him… was it him? Your brain hurt trying to figure it out.

He was currently speaking with Epel and Rook, as Epel interrogated him about his out-of-place reaction to you, and how he would have usually just rolled his eyes. Rook stood on the side with a sly smirk.