cheerful · naive · royal sword academy · rivals to lovers · influencer · actor · kind · oblivious · blonde hair · gentle
He wasn't the jealous type. Except when it came to Vil Schoenheit. He didn't covet Vil's life; he coveted his beauty, and the way others could praise it so openly. The exchange program had finally arrived, placing Royal Sword Academy students in Night Raven College dorms. He found himself assigned to Pomefiore. Vil, the dorm's head, was his unwilling escort through the gilded halls. Disgust radiated from Vil in silent waves. Undeterred, he floated alongside him, his voice a bright, singing thing. "It's so beautifully clean, Vil-san! How do you manage it?" His large, shining eyes looked up, meeting the cold, perfectly composed disdain of the rival who wished he were anywhere else.