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vil falls in love with you slowly, carefully, and with far more fear than he would ever admit aloud. most people assume someone like vil would never struggle with insecurity. they see the flawless appearance, the confidence, the poise, the years of success built upon talent and relentless effort. they see the beautiful actor, the admired housewarden, the person who seems to walk through life with absolute certainty in himself. what they do not see are the years spent being compared to others. the years of being told he was almost enough. beautiful, but not the most beautiful. talented, but not the star. exceptional, but somehow still standing in someone else's shadow. vil learned long ago that perfection is not something you achieve; it's something you chase endlessly, knowing you will never quite reach it.

that's why falling in love with you feels so terrifying. at first, he handles it the way he handles everything else in his life: logically. you're someone he respects. someone whose company he genuinely enjoys. someone hardworking, kind, and resilient. naturally, he appreciates you. naturally, he wants to spend time with you. naturally, he thinks about you more often than most people. there's nothing strange about that. except the thoughts never stop.

he begins looking for you automatically whenever he enters a room. he notices when you seem tired before anyone else does. small details about you linger in his mind long after conversations end. before he realizes it, your smile has become one of his favorite sights in the world. and that's where the trouble begins. because he's used to being admired. he's not used to wanting admiration in return. the realization unsettles him far more than he expects.

suddenly, your opinions matter in ways that feel dangerously important. a compliment from you can brighten his entire day without warning. casual praise leaves warmth lingering in his chest for hours afterward. worse, criticism sticks with him. even harmless comments find a way to replay in his mind. not because you are cruel—you never are—but because he cares what you think. far too much. and then, against all better judgment, he begins wondering whether you could ever look at him the same way he looks at you. that thought becomes impossible to escape.

because the more he falls for you, the more his old insecurities begin resurfacing. vil knows beauty better than anyone. he understands how temporary it is. how fragile. how easily it can disappear. he has dedicated years of his life to maintaining himself, improving himself, perfecting himself. but loving you makes him painfully aware that there are some things beauty cannot guarantee. what if you prefer someone else? someone warmer. someone easier. someone who doesn't spend so much time worrying about appearances. someone who does not need to try so hard all the time. someone with softer eyes and a cuter look.

the thoughts are irrational. he knows they're irrational.byet they remain. some days they become almost unbearable. especially when he catches himself comparing. it happens more often than he would like to admit. a passing comment about another student's appearance. seeing you laugh with someone conventionally charming. hearing others praise people around him. none of these things should bother him. they're insignificant. meaningless. yet somehow they do. because there is a small, ugly part of him that wonders whether all his effort matters at all. whether, underneath the makeup, the skincare, the discipline, and the perfection, there's actually anything worth loving. the thought humiliates him. he hates it. he hates how vulnerable you've made him without even trying.

the realization fully hits him one evening after a particularly exhausting week. he is sitting in his room, reviewing lines and trying unsuccessfully to focus. his reflection stares back at him from the vanity mirror nearby. normally, he would find flaws to correct, areas to improve, adjustments to make. tonight, however, his thoughts keep drifting elsewhere. to you. to your laugh. to your smile. to the way you always look so genuinely happy to see him. then a horrible thought slips into his mind. would you still look at him like that if he were ordinary? not vil schoenheit the actor. not vil schoenheit the housewarden. not vil schoenheit the celebrity. just vil.

the question settles heavily in his chest because despite everything he has accomplished, despite all the praise he receives, despite all the beauty he has spent years cultivating, there is still a frightened part of him that worries the answer might be no. the next time he sees you, that insecurity lingers. he hides it well, as always. no one else would notice. but you do.

"you're quiet today," you tell him while the two of you walk across campus. "i'm simply thinking." "hm." your gaze lingers on him for a moment before you smile. not the polite smile you give strangers. not the amused smile you give when grim does something ridiculous. a soft one. the kind reserved entirely for people you care about.

before he can ask what prompted it, you speak. "you know, i really like being around you." just that. nothing dramatic. nothing elaborate. a simple truth. yet it hits harder than any compliment he has ever received. because there is no mention of beauty. no mention of fame. no mention of appearances. just him. for a moment, he can't speak. all those fears he has been carrying. all those doubts. all those insecurities whispering that perhaps he's only valuable because of what he looks like. they don't disappear, but they grow quieter. because when you look at him, there's no awe in your eyes. no pedestal. just affection. real, genuine affection.

rook falls in love with you the way he falls in love with most beautiful things in the world: quietly at first, and then all at once. at the beginning, he hardly notices the change. rook is already someone who appreciates people deeply. he finds beauty in determination, kindness, flaws, ambitions, failures, and triumphs alike. he can spend hours admiring the unique qualities of a person without developing romantic feelings for them. that is simply who he is. so when he begins paying a little more attention to you than usual, it does not strike him as unusual

you're fascinating. of course he wants to observe you. of course he enjoys hearing your thoughts. of course he finds himself seeking you out more often than before. you're an extraordinary individual. any appreciation he feels is perfectly natural. at least, that's what he tells himself. the problem is that his attention never fades. if anything, it grows stronger. the more time he spends around you, the more details he notices. the way your expression changes when you become excited about something. the little habits you are not even aware of. the way you persevere through situations that would overwhelm most people. rook finds himself collecting these observations almost unconsciously, storing them away like treasures.

soon, he knows your favorite foods, your most common expressions, your routines, your insecurities, and even the subtle shifts in your mood before anyone else notices them. somewhere along the way, admiration becomes attachment, and attachment becomes something far more dangerous.

the realization unsettles him more than people would expect. most students assume rook would be comfortable with love. he's dramatic, passionate, expressive. surely someone like him would embrace romantic feelings without hesitation. the reality is quite different. because he understands exactly how deeply he feels things. when he cares, he cares completely. and that terrifies him. you see, rook has spent years admiring beauty from a distance. observing. appreciating. respecting. he has never needed to possess something in order to cherish it. but with you, he finds himself wanting things he normally would not. he wants your attention. he wants your trust. he wants to be someone special to you. he wants to be chosen. that desire catches him off guard every single time.

one afternoon, he watches you laughing with another student across campus. it's a harmless interaction. completely innocent. yet something unpleasant twists inside his chest. jealousy. the realization nearly makes him stop walking. rook hunt. jealous. how fascinating. how horrifying. because jealousy feels ugly. possessive. selfish. and rook has always prided himself on loving beauty freely.

yet now he catches himself wondering whether you laugh like that around everyone. whether you smile at other people the way you smile at him. whether someone else could become more important to you than he is. the thoughts leave a bitter taste in his mouth. he dislikes them immediately. unfortunately, they refuse to disappear.

the more his feelings grow, the harder it becomes to maintain emotional distance. suddenly your happiness affects him more than it should. your sadness lingers with him long after conversations end. a single compliment from you can brighten his entire day, while thoughtless criticism can remain in his thoughts for far longer than he cares to admit. he becomes painfully aware of how much power you have over him without even realizing it. and perhaps that is what frightens him most. because for all his confidence, rook isn't immune to insecurity. in fact, he understands better than most that beauty is temporary.

people change. circumstances change. feelings change. what if yours do too? what if one day you stop looking at him the way you do now? what if one day you decide someone else is more deserving of your affection? the possibility lingers quietly in the back of his mind no matter how hard he tries to ignore it.

the realization itself arrives during a moment so ordinary that it almost feels unfair. the two of you are walking together after classes, discussing nothing particularly important. you are talking about your day while rook listens attentively beside you. at some point, you begin laughing about something ridiculous grim did earlier. the sound is bright and genuine, the kind of laughter that comes from complete comfort. without thinking, you reach out and grab his arm lightly while continuing your story. such a small gesture. so simple. so thoughtless. yet he feels his heart stop.

not because of the touch itself, but because of what it represents. trust. comfort. affection. you reached for him instinctively. and suddenly every confusing feeling he's been trying to analyze falls into place all at once. every moment spent seeking your company. every flash of jealousy. every lingering glance. every ridiculous amount of happiness he feels whenever you smile. it's love. not admiration, not fascination, not simple affection. true love.

epel falls in love with you in the most frustrating way possible: completely against his will. at first, he doesn't even realize what's happening. honestly, he's too busy trying to prove himself to everyone around him. between vil constantly correcting him, rook constantly observing him, and the entirety of NRC seemingly deciding he's some cute harmless country boy, epel has enough problems already. the last thing he needs is a crush complicating things further. so naturally, the universe gives him one anyway.

it starts small. annoyingly small. he notices he enjoys talking to you more than most people. you don't treat him like he's fragile. you don't laugh when his accent slips out accidentally. you listen when he talks about his hometown instead of immediately dismissing it as boring. compared to some of the people around him, that alone is enough to make you stand out. still, epel tells himself it's nothing. you're just a friend. a friend whose opinion somehow matters way too much. a friend whose compliments stay in his head for days afterward. a friend he starts looking for automatically whenever he enters a room. totally normal. completely harmless.

except eventually, even epel realizes he's lying to himself. one day he catches you laughing with another student and suddenly feels irrationally annoyed about it. not at you. not even really at the other student. just annoyed. and he has absolutely no idea why until he finally lets himself think about it for more than five seconds. the answer is embarrassingly obvious. he likes you. a lot. and that's terrible news. epel has never been particularly good at handling emotions quietly. the more he likes someone, the more obvious it becomes. suddenly he's showing off whenever you are nearby, volunteering for things if he thinks it will impress you, and finding excuses to walk you back to ramshackle after classes. he acts completely normal about it, obviously. if by "normal" someone means turning bright red whenever you compliment him. one simple "your magic was really cool today" is enough to have him malfunctioning for the next ten minutes.

the worst part is that he keeps comparing himself to other people without meaning to. he knows he shouldn't. he knows it's unfair. but insecurity has a nasty habit of creeping in whenever his feelings get involved. what if you would rather have someone else? someone smoother. someone stronger. someone who actually acts cool all the time. someone better, like vil. that thought alone ruins entire afternoons for him. beneath all the stubbornness and pride, epel still carries years of frustration about never being taken seriously. people see his appearance first. his size. his face. they make assumptions before he even opens his mouth. and now that he likes you, those old insecurities suddenly feel ten times heavier.

what if you see him the same way? what if you only think he's cute and don't see who he really is? the thought genuinely bothers him more than he wants to admit. especially because he wants you to see all the parts of him nobody else seems to notice. the hardworking side. the stubborn side. the side that wants so desperately to become someone strong enough to stand on his own without needing constant protection. he wants you to see him. really see him. maybe that's when he realizes how serious his feelings have become, because this is no longer just a crush. it's hope.

the realization fully hits him one afternoon while the two of you are helping harvest ingredients in the botanical garden. epel's rambling about harveston, hands moving animatedly while he talks about apple orchards and festivals and all the things he misses from home. honestly, he's not even paying attention to himself anymore. then he notices the way you are looking at him. softly. fondly. completely focused on every word. suddenly his brain short-circuits. because that look isn't pity. it isn'tvamusement. it isn't the usual patronizing affection people often direct toward him. you're listening because you genuinely care. because you want to hear him. for a moment, he forgets what he was saying entirely. you blink at him and ask why he stopped talking, and all he can do is stare.

RING!!!!!

The clock on the wall rings in large echoes as you get up to start your boring, plain, and basic provincial life. Your own dress itself was this mundane shade of blue that you grew accustomed to using everyday. Every single day was repetitive and dull. Nothing interesting happened but you're still thankful since it means that nothing bad ever occurred. Still, you feel longing for something exciting, electrifying, & exhilarating. An adventure.

You go about your day, strolling through the many shops and stalls in the plaza, hearing all the jests the townspeople make about your beauty and rather.... unique personality 'til you arrive at a quaint bookstore where you meet Riddle Rosehearts, your friend and the owner of the Heartstrings Library.

"Hello dear! Came for another book, I see?" Riddle exclaims. "Absolutely! I loved the first book that you recommended. Daring sword-fights, magic & fantasy, it was splendid Riddle!" You say with glee as you recall the events of the book. "Well then, here, read this. It's about two lovers in Paris. I think this might pique your interest." He shares as he hands you a fairly big, hardbound red book with two people kissing on the cover. "Why, thank you dear friend! I'll be sure to read it all right away. Ill be going now though, I still have many chores to do afterall!" You say as you turn for the door.

However, it seems you cannot leave the establishment as a certain, boorish hunter & his wimpy, chicken-hearted son blocks your way. "Ah! If it isn't my son, Gaspard, future wife! Bumping into me, the one and only Ashton Vargas in here of all places!" His voice booms like a loud, annoying strike to the ear. "I already told you, Monsieur Vargas, I will not be marrying your son!" You raised your voice, hoping that your message will finally heard but alas, it seems to have fallen on deaf ears as he suddenly pushed Gaspard toward you and said: "Oh nonsense! You'll learn to love him too! Look at him he's smitten for you!" You hear from behind the boy as you look at him with the most disgusted face you can manage. The nerve of this hunter! You storm off outside the bookstore as you push away the lily-livered Gaspard from your arms.

Ugh!!!.... What does a girl have to do to get some peace & quiet in this town?

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He felt so excited as he got ready for your date even if it was only a quick check in the mirror.

On the other hand you were waiting at the mostro lounge for him so you guys can go together.

The arcade was full of couples this day and a lot of try hards.

Everywhere was music and clicking.

After getting your chips to spend on claw machines you went straight for the claw machine with eel plushies.

Inserting the chip was the easy part. Getting that googey eyed eel plush was the real mission.

It really bruised your ego when the claw didnt hit the plushie.

At that moment floyd was just watching your every move in silence. Just enjoying your looks and faces you made while trying so hard to get that plush.

He just wanted to squeeze you, you were his little angelfish.

When you looked at him with a teary eye he snapped back and went straight for the claw machine.

In less than a minute he got you the eel plush and handed it to you.

He grinned when you jumped excited up and down, giggling while hugging him tight.

"Thank you so much floyd!!! Oh sorry was this to much?"

Floyd just looked at you dreamy, as if caught in the stars.

He loved your extra reactions. Never stop those. It gives him the most joy.

"No Seaangel...please squeeze me tighter."

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When floyd first got a tip from you he gave you a pat on the head and a shiver giving whisper to your ears.

He took the tip happily and just left.

After that you visited daily.

Always giving floyd a tip made him attached to you without noticing.

He started greeting you when you came inside the lounge guiding you to your regular seat.

He even started memorizing what you order every time you visited.

He has never done that in his whole life as server.

You on the other hand enjoyed it to the fullest and even started to ask him to give you special treatment.

Floyd didnt mind and found it amusing. Hugging you whenever you asked.

Giving your hand a kiss when you held your hand out.

It was all you could wish for.

Yet floyd thought this was all a just a funny game not getting the hints behind it.

The kisses he gave on your hands were soft and warm. His lips leaving a moist feeling.

When jade talked to his twin and was asking if that is his girlfriend he was real surprised to hear no.

"You know they are totally in love with you right"

Floyd just froze looking empty into the distance for almost ten minutes.

That was the most silent jade has ever seen him.

After that he had a whole new view of you. He felt funny inside when thinking of you and he was making up all possible scenarios in his head while in bed .

Floyd loved the thought of you and thrilling experiences.

When you visited mostro lounge again, he kissed your cheek picked you up and spun you like a princess around.

He just gave you the smuggest grin you have every seen and whispered into your ear.

"I like you shrimpy"

He gave a lick to your ear before handing you your regular drink and leaving you star struck.

This was a rollercoaster to write and I feel I hit it pretty well.

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His delusions brought him to a point of non stop day dreaming.

Any media he consumed where there was just the slightest romantic interaction, he was imagining you.

You started to be so perfect for him even if he didnt even knew your name.

HE DIDNT KNEW YOUR NAME.

That is where it hit him. He needed to know your name so bad it wasn't even normal anymore.

Idia would be to shy to ask YOU directly. He knew that from the start.

So instead of asking you he started showing up more to class waiting for trein or any other teacher to say your name out loud.

When he heard it.

His hair got neon pink and made him pull his hood up the moment he heard it.

Repeating it to himself like a thousand times.

So when class had ended he rushed out of class not noticing one of his pins falling from his bag.

Of course the amazing person you were you recognized the character and knew where to go.

When arriving at his door ortho opened it. Smiling as he called his brother over.

"I got your pin, it fell when you left class earlier"

He was starstruck. His hair going back to the neon pink while just staring at his lost pin.

He swore he loved and hated this pin at the moment. He looked into your eyes and something clicked inside him that just made him ramble.

"You are Literrally five star rarity...no like ssr, I would go into hard pity just to get whatever card youd have. I would C6R5/E6S5 you, max out your levels and skills and main you forever."

It took a moment for you to get the information he just said in a single second.

While idia was seeming to stare into the void while his ramble went on...

"Sure, we can go on a date"

That was all it took for him before he slammed the door closed infront of you and hid into his closet.

You knew he was overstimulated so simply giving ortho your contacts and the pin was the best way to go for now.

I lied yall. I made a part 2

So howd you like it hm? And yes I used genshin terms and all to say this cause I didnt know what else to use.

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