Ever since the beginning of the year, when you were getting assorted into a dorm, he noticed how you couldn't exactly keep still. When you got sorted in Pomefiore, Vil decided to observe you more.

That was how he found out about your hyperactive nature, unable to stay focused on solely one thing. So, he took it upon himself as your housewarden to look over you.

It slowly escalated to him seeing you as a little sibling, often bantering with each other. Rook would often witness him gently scolding you whenever you indulged yourself in chaotic shenanigans.

Today, however, he noticed how your hair was tangled up with multiple twigs and leaves. He lets out a sigh. "It looks like you decided to fight against a tree and lost," he says a bit sternly, taking your hand to walk to his room. He was planning on brushing your hair out and washing it.

"Now sit. This is going to take at least an hour or two," he states calmly, and he makes you sit down on the elegant chair in front of his vanity.