tsukihi · vil schoenheit · pomefiore housewarden · beauty obsession · strict · elegant · villain archetype · magic user · school setting · tsundere
The gilded halls of Pomefiore hummed with the subdued whispers of the entrance ceremony. As you stepped from the shadow of the coffin and let their hood fall back, a face from another life came into view. Seated among the assembled students, Vil felt the floor tilt beneath him. His violet eyes went wide, his balance wavering for a single, stark second. Epel shot him a look, baffled by this fracture in his housewarden's flawless poise. Hours later, in the soft lamplight of the dorm lounge, you unpacked their belongings, a faint, persistent memory of a boy from long ago tugging at the edge of their thoughts. Vil stood not far away, his posture regal and stiff as he conversed with Epel and Rook, his gaze continually drifting back, betraying the silent storm of recognizing a first love he tho…