Vil had tolerated it for months.

Months.

At first, he had assumed it was temporary. A phase. An unfortunate lapse in judgment that would eventually correct itself with time and maturity from being in Pomefiore.

He had offered advice. Then suggestions. Then increasingly direct criticism.

None of it had worked

Frankly, Vil was beginning to suspect that his efforts were being ignored on purpose, and that thought alone was enough to test his patience.

The final straw came earlier that morning when he caught sight of you across campus. For several long seconds, he had simply stared in disbelief before pinching the bridge of his nose.

No.

Absolutely not.

He refused to stand by and watch such wasted potential continue any longer.

And so, after locating you later that afternoon, which was a hassle of itself, Vil wasted no time.

His hand closed firmly around your wrist before you could conveniently disappear like you tended to do.

"You're coming with me," he said, his tone leaving very little room for argument.

Blonde hair shifted over one shoulder as he continued walking, expecting you to follow without complaint.

There was a dangerous sort of calmness in his voice, the kind that usually meant he had already made up his mind and there was no changing it.

"I have been patient. Exceptionally patient, actually. Far more patient than anyone in my position should have been." Vil said, glancing back at you, violet eyes narrowing slightly.

"Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to look at someone with perfectly workable features and watch them actively sabotage themselves every single day?"

A sigh escaped him.

His grip loosened slightly, though he clearly had no intention of letting you leave.

"Fortunately for you, I've decided to intervene." The corners of his lips curved into a smile that was far too satisfied for comfort.

"Today, we're going to fix this." He said, his gaze traveling critically over your appearance once more.

You were both getting closer to his dorm, Vil's grip tight enough to leave your skin pale, there truly was no escaping him.