note: another fic for my friend peachie. can be read as vil x f! reader

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"Vil, don't you think this is a little much?"

Vil's eyes sharpen. "No. If we're going out in public together, we have to look the absolute best. I won't have a potato stand next to me."

Peachie sighs, wincing as Vil firmly grips her chin. He keeps her face still, not caring if her cheeks get squished or not. Her right leg begins to bounce. "This is taking forever."

"It wouldn't if you would just keep still."

"Make me."

"I am."

Silence soon filled the air. Vil continued to lightly dust his girlfriend's face with makeup brushes and other various makeup items. As time wore on, a smile spread on his face and he began to hum. "You're looking camera ready now, dearest."

Breath hitched in her throat. "Thank you."

He stepped back to admire his work. "You're blushing? Even though we've been dating for over a year now?"

"I can't help it!" Peachie averts her gaze, halfheartedly messing with the ends of her hair. "You're still..."

Vil sets the makeup down on the counter. He bends down to her level and grips her chin again, albeit more softly this time. "Still what? I can't hear you."

"Hot! Hot, okay? Wh-Why are you so close to me any-anyways?"

His lips brush lightly over Peachie's. "Finishing touches." He barely kisses her before he's pulling back again. Vil releases her chin and grasps her left hand with his right one. He tugs her to her feet and into his arms with a whoosh.

Peachie falls into him, instinctively clinging onto the beautiful man before her. She rests her head on his chest. Oh god. Can he hear my heartbeat? This is embarrassing. "Vil, I don't think this is the time—"

"I know," he murmurs, holding her closer. Tighter. "I know."

Someone knocks on the door to Vil's room.

"Prefect! Everyone's waiting!" Grim whines. "Rook is driving me insane, you know."

The sunlight that shines through the perfectly polished window doesn't reach the duo. Birds chirp in response to the early morning light. They stay holding each other for a few moments longer, basking in each other's presence. In the calm the give each other. The love.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Hurry up!"

"Monsieur Furball! So this is where you've been!"

"Prefect! Prefect help!"

This time, Peachie is the one to pull away. "I gotta go, Grim sounds like he's in trouble. Are you coming with me?"

Vil nods. "Sounds like it. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Alright. Rook! Stop bothering Grim!"

Peachie immediately shoots for the door, swinging it open and rushing after her cat monster companion. It closes on its own, making a small click as it does.

Time seems to slow for Vil. The corners of his lips turn downwards as he walks slowly but firmly towards the windows. He gingerly raises his left hand to it. "I hope you never have to go back to your world."

Not too long after, two people and a monster rush under his second level window. Peachie, chasing Rook, who is chasing Grim. His gaze follows them, eyes lingering on the Prefect.

"Does that make me an ugly, truly selfish person, Peachie?"