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rq from -ParacosmAntophile!

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:
A matchmaking third-year from Heartslabyul is told that in order for the two students to fall for eachother, they needed to get someone out of the way... that someone being the Pomefiore Housewarden.

      𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓─𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 hairclips clung to both sides of the third years (h/c) locks. "So, are you gonna tell me exactly who the student is?" They raised their brows towards their upperclassmen, who coincidentally led a small 'business' (if you will) of matchmaking people of Night Raven College. "Ha?" His brows furrowed as he turned to the third year student, his expression visibly puzzling.

      "The student who needs to be 'moved' out of those two's way..?" They specified, glancing towards two first year Pomefiore students. "Ah. Apologies," The upperclassmen chuckled awkwardly. "It's Vil Schoenheit." The name slipped from his mouth quietly as he watched his friends face contort into multiple emotions. "What did you just say?" Their (e/c) eyes widened ever so slightly. "The Housewarden of Pomefiore. He's the one in the way, don't you see?" He glanced back to the freshman, who were inbetween their rather tall housewarden.

      "Yes, I see that... I'm not blind. But, that's insane..! He doesn't even know I exist, how can I possibly distract him so those two can get together?"

      "Aren't you two in the same class?" The upperclassmen raised a brow. "..Where are you going with this?" "Ask him to help you with a subject. It's as easy as that," This upperclassman clearly didn't know just who Vil Schoenheit was. But, who was (Name) to doubt their upperclassmen?

•

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 third year hugged their potionology books to their chest, sucking in a deep puff of air as their eyes landed on the taller blonde male, who was yet again with the two freshman. Why was he in the way of their relationship? Man, (Name) just wanted this matchmaking to end and to never look at Vil Schoenheit ever again.

      "Um," They cleared their throat as they walked over to the trio. The two freshman glanced at them with a glint of happiness in their irises. The blonde male hummed as he glanced down to the (h/c)ette.
"What could you possibly want?" He scowled, wow. Good start!

      "I heard you're best subject is Potionology.." They trailed off, "Could you help me with it?"

      The blonde's light─purple eyes widened slightly at the others request. "Why me? There is plenty of students who's best subject is Potionology."

      The (h/c)ette gulped, glancing into the others eyes as their cheeks puffed. "You were the first one that came to my mind. Please?" They hoped that their act would pay off. If not, then they would lose their 'matchmaker' title...

      The blonde sighed deeply, crossing his arms to his chest. "I suppose it isn't a harmful request. Fine, tomorrow." Their (e/c) eyes widened, brightening as the widest smile donned their lips. "Thank you!" They slightly bowed their head, shooting a glance to the two freshman as they both sighed in relief. "At what time?"

      "I'll come to your dormitory when I please. If you have plans, cancel them. Studying comes first, does it not?" The (h/c)ette chuckled dryly, nodding their head slowly. Atleast he bought the act... and now he was out of the way, for now.

•

      𝐀 grumble escaped (Name)'s lips as knocking filled their ears, their (e/c) eyes fluttered open as they pushed the blankets off of their body rather aggressively, slipping into their (f/c) slippers, they tiredly walked over to their door, opening it - their eyes met with quite the surprise.. although not really. "Vil?" They muttered, rubbing their eyes with a soft yawn leaving their lips.

      "What's this? Have you just woken up? You look terrible.. this won't do," The blonde's brows furrowed, he walked inside and placed his potionology book and notebook down as he sighed deeply, looking at the shorter third year. "Atleast allow me to make you look suitable, otherwise I won't tutor you." The (h/c)ette felt their heart slightly dropped. What an insult. Although, was he really wrong? Morning (Name) looked like a hurricane occured, half asleep with their appearance ruined.

      With a deep sigh, (Name)'s hands fell to their sides. "Fine. It is sunday after all..." They glanced over to their red heart-shaped vanity and bit the inside of their cheeks. "Well? I don't have all day. Take a seat and I'll grab everything we need from your drawers," The blonde slightly demanded.

      'Let's just get this over with...' (Name) sat down on the cushioned white seat that was infront of the vanity, and watched carefully as Vil slightly rummaged through their drawers. Pulling out red eyeshadow - a red haircomb - lipstick - the things that he himself used. "What about skincare products?" He glanced up to the (h/c)ette.

      "Most make me break out..." They murmured, noticing Vil's slightly dissapointed expression as he sighed. "Alright then. Untie your hair," (Name)'s hands trailed over to the hair tie that held their (h/l) (h/c) together and removed it, placing the tie on the vanity. They watched from the side of their eye as Vil grabbed their red haircomb, stepping behind them as he leaned forward. "You're oddly short." He commented, beginning to gently comb through the slightly messy locks of (Name)'s (h/c) hair.

      'Or maybe you're just tall...'

      (Name) felt a small pounding in their chest. But, why? They didn't have feelings for Vil... or atleast they thought they didn't. Vil was slightly surprised that (Name) didn't have a skincare routine, because, whenever he saw them, their skin was glowing and... oddly beautiful.

      "When combed, you're hair is rather... fluffy." Vil whispered, mainly to himself. But, (Name) had sharp hearing - and their cheeks slightly tinted with a peachy pink.

      After Vil had placed down the haircomb, he grabbed the hair tie and grabbed ahold of parts of (Name)'s hair. "I─is he braiding my hair?!" Thoughts rushed through (Name)'s head, but they didn't act with words and just patiently sat there as Vil supposedly braided their
(h/c) hair.

      Vil finished suprisingly fast, yet (Name)'s braids looked so put together and neat. Vil walked over to the left side of their vanity and grabbed their red eyeshadow. "Turn around." He clicked his tongue, slightly crouching to meet (Name)'s eye level as they turned around, closing their eyes once they noticed the eyeshadow.

      Afterwards, Vil grabbed their signature red eyeliner, and applied that too. He was surprised by their patience, usually they were impatient when it came to certain things. Normally when he offered to do someone's makeup, he commented slight insults on their appearance or anything in general, but... (Name) had nothing to be insulted for. They were put together, good-looking and had the correct makeup products that Vil would reccommend. He felt as if he could hear his own heart beating in his ears, a small amount of pink blush appeared on his cheeks when he glanced at the vanity mirror.

      Lastly, he grabbed the red lipstick and glanced at (Name), who was staring into his eyes softly as they waited patiently.

      (Name) could feel their heart's pitter-patter as Vil gently applied the lipstick onto their heart-shaped lips - it was... slightly comidical that he had to lean forward to reach (Name)'s height, since they were shorter then the blonde.

•

      𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 that, (Name) grabbed their uniform and changed whilst Vil waited for them as he readdied the supplies they'd be needing for the study session. When (Name) returned, Vil scooted over and sighed, placing his notes and book in the middle of the desk so (Name) could see it too. "So, basically..." He trailed off, explaining everything (Name) asked him to. Truly, (Name) was sort of struggling with Potionology, and surprisingly, Vil helped them understand the previous few lectures amazingly.

      "Understood?" Vil inquired, glancing at the (h/c)ette, who nodded with a soft smile. "Did you happen to finish the homework that the professor gave us?" (Name)'s brows lifted as they shook their head, "Well then, let's try to salvage it. Together," Vil grabbed (Name)'s potionology notebook and opened it. Their writing was.. very pretty and put together. Red marker underlined the most important things - their font was a constant cursive with the i's labeled with hearts.

      (Name) thought that Vil didn't know they even attended Night Raven College, but boy where they wrong.

      Vil had noticed them since they enrolled, from their appearance to their friends, he.. sort of admired them. They were graceful, kind and helpful.

      Truth be told, he followed their Magicam account.

•

      "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?! You managed to convince the Vil Schoenheit to tutor you, and he did your makeup?!" A male with auburn hair shrieked at his shorter friend. "Yes, Cater, I already told you a million times." They sat down on the bench, placing their tray of food down quietly. "Haha.. it's hard to believe, y'know, like, what?!" Cater sat down next to them with his tray of food, pulling out his phone to take a picture of his food and post it on Magicam, of course.

      "Take a picture with me, (Name)!" He playfully grinned, leaning towards the third year who smiled brightly at the camera, the white light glew into their vision as the camera clicked. "Perfect. You're so photogenic. Oh, how's your job going?" Cater was aware that (Name) was a matchmaker, and he quite literally called them 'Cupid'.

      "Oh, good. I heard that the freshman hung out like I planned for them!"

      "How exactly did you convince them to meet up?" Cater's brows furrowed as (Name) took a bite of their food. "Easily. I told them I wanna hang out, but I let them know to go without me, and it worked in my favor."

      "How kind of you to ditch them," "Like I said, I was studying with Vil.." (Name) trailed off with a soft smile.

      "Ugh, (Name)!" A scolding voice caused the (h/c)ette to turn around to its origin, and their (e/c) eyes widened at the sight of the blonde Housewarden. "Vil? Aren't you supposed to be at Pomefiore's table?" Cater inquired with a surprised expression on his face. "Yes, that was until I saw (Name)'s crooked bow." He crossed his arms to his chest, glancing down to the third years stripped black-white crooked bow. "A-ah.. I'll fix it right now," (Name) let go of their fork, but was stopped by Vil leaning forward. "I'll do it. I doubt that you can do it correctly since it was crooked when we studied together, too.." He scowled, grabbing the bow and adjusting it slowly and carefully.

      Cater watched in, well, absolute awe. (Name) on the other hand was flushed with pink on their cheeks as Vil smirked, "There. Now you look less bothersome to the eye," He placed a hand on his hip. "Anyhow.. that isn't why I came over to your little table, I was going to ask when you wished to study together once again." He glanced at the (h/c)ette, who's breath came to a slight halt. "Mm... how about we stick to sundays? I'm usually free on sundays." (Name) grinned happily. "Sunday it is then. You better be up by the time I come again.. I wouldn't wish to waste my time on doing your makeup once again," But, deep down, Vil couldn't help but lie. He enjoyed doing (Name)'s makeup, because they were so patient, so.. pretty. "Got it," (Name) chuckled awkwardly.

•

      𝐁𝐔𝐓─ (Name) had forgotten to set their alarm. So, they were dead asleep when the sudden noise of knocking awoke them. With a grumble, they pushed the blankets off of their body as they froze. "Oh, fu-" They hopped out of bed, their hair was halfly fallen out of the tie as they slipped into their slippers, rushing over to the door as they opened it. "Now, if that is your way of looking presentable, color me surprised." Vil scowled as his eyes widened, "I'm sorry.. I must've forgotten to set my alarm," Vil entered once again, setting his potionology book and notebook down on the vanity. "I suppose I wouldn't mind doing your makeup once more.. I cancelled my plans, eitherway."

      "Did he cancel his plans.. for me..?" (Name)'s cheeks flushed with pink as they found themselves sitting on the seat infront of the vanity, Vil braiding their (h/l) hair once more. "I'm sorry if it bothers you.. I really did forget," "No. It's alright.. Like I said, I've cancelled my plans for the day. We've got plenty of time," (Name) could've sworn they saw a small smile on Vil's face as he placed the heart-shaped clips into their hair.

•

      (𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄) tapped their foot, checking their phone from time to time. "Hm, Personne de Roses? What brings you here?" A male inquired, the (h/c)ette's eyes lightly brightened. "I'm looking for Vil - he left his notebook in Heartslabyul." The male's brows lifted slightly at the (h/c)ette. "Roi du Poison was in your dormitory? What a turn of events.. Well, come on inside. He's in his room," He smiled at the third year, holding the doors to Pomefiore open as they walked inside.

      The door to Vil's room quietly opened, he immediately turned around with a puzzled expression - until he noticed (Name) holding his notebook in their arms. "Ah, I knew I forgot something." He stood up, walking over to (Name) as the other student had already left and closed the door. "Thank you, (Name)." He gazed into their
(e/c) eyes, a wild thought drew over his mind. "Say, do you happen to be in a club?"

•

      "𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 job, (Name). You blow me away with your performances," Vil placed a hand to his heart, walking over to the (h/c)ette, who smiled brightly. "I appreciate you inviting me to join your club. Joining one has always interested me," Vil glanced at them with a brief smile, "It's my pleasure," Vil replied, handing a drink over to (Name) as they happily grabbed it.

      Things were going according to plan. The freshmen could happily hang out without their housewarden in the way.. and more importantly... (Name) made a new friend. Friend... right? He was their friend? It wasn't just to... send him out of the way?... right?

•

      "𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 job as always, (Name)! Those two are a couple now~!" The upperclassmen grinned widely at the third year, who seemed slightly gloomy. "Hey, why so gloomy? You finished the job - ! You should be happy that you can relax!"

      Yeah.. they should be happy. But, they were kind of gloomy that they didn't need to keep Vil out of the way now. They didn't need to hang out anymore... "Yeah.. I.. I know, it's just," They felt a hand fall onto their shoulder, they turned around to meet the light-purple gaze of Vil. "Ah, Vil! Hi!" They grinned widely. "Hello, (Name). Am I interrupting something?" He inquired, he didn't really care if he was. He wanted to see (Name). "Mm.. Not really," (Name) glanced to the upperclassman, who only raised his brows a few times with an encouraging grin on his face.

      "Is something wrong? Is my bow croooed agai──" (Name)'s lips stayed parted as they froze - feeling Vil's finger cautiously wipe crumbs off of their lips. They flushed with red, glancing anywhere but Vil as they stammered. "There. Now you look less bothersome to the eye," Vil leaned back as he placed his hand on his hip, smiling softly at (Name)'s expression. "That is all I wanted to do," Vil chuckled lightly.

•

      "𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇. It... it's pretty obvious, (Name)..." Cater mumbled as his hands landed on his hips. "W-what?" (Name) stammered with slight blush on their cheeks. "I mean, you act so flushed and happy around him. Like, it's, so obvious. He also follows your Magicam which is a dead giveaway, he usually only follows, like, brands." (Name)'s face turned slightly red when they heard of the last part. "He follows my Magicam?! I didn't get a notification...!"

      "You should confess to him." Cater randomly blurred. "What?! No! Never! He'll for sure say no if I do, Cater!" (Name) retorted, hands landing to their chest. "Nah, I don't think so ~ ! Or, like, ask him to hang out. Holidays are around the corner anyways,"
He was right though. Holidays were around the corner, and (Name) could hang out with Vil during them. But what if he said no? What if he was busy?

      "I.. how the hell do I ask him? His DM's are turned off..." (Name) trailed off, but Cater's giggle snapped them into reality. "Sent him a letter with flowers. A little birdie told me he likes lavenders and purple roses." Unbeknowst to (Name), that 'little birdie' was their upperclassman who handled who they needed to matchmake.

      "Thank you, Cater."

•

      𝐕𝐈𝐋 opened his door as he was met with a slightly surprising sight. On his bed layed a very large bouquet of flowers. Specifically lavenders and purple roses. Despite his puzzled expression, he closed the door behind him and slowly walked over to his bed, also noticing a white envelope with lavender engravements laying against the bouquet.

      He picked te bouquet up and slowly brought it to his face, the sweet and delightful smell filled his nose as a wide smile donned his lips. He grabbed the envelope after placing the flowers in a large vase directly next to his bed, and opened it. His eyes widened. "This cursive font.. I'd recognize that handwriting anywhere..." His face slightly tinted with red. It was (Name)'s handwriting.

      He read it carefully, and he was genuinely surprised of what was written inside of it.

      "A little birdie told me you liked lavenders and purple roses. Vil, holdays are around the corner. Do you wish to hang out sometime? If you aren't busy, of course..!"

      - (Name)  !

      He placed the envelope down and grabbed his phone, opening Magicam and going to (Name)'s account. He pressed on the large purple button that had 'Message' plastered on it.

      "Which place do you have in mind for our hang out over the holidays, (Name)?"

      Before he knew it, (Name) had already replied mere seconds after he sent it.

•

      "𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 is... very nice," Vil sat down on the checkered red blanket that (Name) had delicately settled down onto the grass. "It's my favorite place here!" (Name) grinned widely, sitting down infront of Vil. Surrounding them were various flower types. Vil was surprised when (Name) gave him flowers and the envelope, but he gladly accepted when he saw it was from them.

      "Here," (Name) reached their hand out, it was a plate of blueberry tart. "I always.. made smoothies, their inside though." Vil's eyes widened as he grabbed the plate of tart, along with the proper utensils to eat it. "Thank you, it looks delightful," He smiled, setting it on his lap.

      "Thank you! Although Trey helped me a little over the phone..." They trailed off, but Vil could listen for hours if (Name) had anything to say. They were so... adorable. "Vil?" (Name) called out once more, the male infront of him blinked a few times. "Apologies.. I must've zoned out," He chuckled lightly.

      (Name) felt their heart flutter, it always fluttered with a million unique butterflies whenever Vil happened to be with them. He was so... beautiful.

      "(Name)," Vil abruptly spoke out, breaking the chain of silence as (Name) glanced up curiously. "I.. have something I'd like to tell you," (Name)'s eyes slightly widened. "...Me too," Vil hummed with curiousity lacing his voice, "What a coincidence."
"Go first." Vil insisted with a soft smile, (Name)'s cheeks slightly tinted in pink shades as their words glued to their throat.

      "I... I like you─" Vil felt his body freeze. (Name)'s face went red as they hid it within their arms. "I do too." Vil's words broke the silence as (Name) slowly raised their face from their hands. "...R-really..?" They stammered, still blushing. Vil smiled sweetly at them, "Yes. I like you, too." He placed the plate of tart away as he sighed deeply.

•

      𝐀𝐒 they were both about to part ways to their home, Vil abruptly stopped in his tracks. "Hm? Is.. is something wrong?" (Name) glanced up, their hand interwined with Vil's as he looked down at them with the sweetest smile. (Name)'s face tinted with blush as Vil grabbed their chin gently. "I would hate to ruin your perfect red lipstick, but, if you'd allow me..?" He leaned forward, his eyes swarming with bashfulness as (Name) stared with wide eyes. Without saying anything, (Name) softly leaned forward - kissing the male on the lips ever so sweetly. They immediately backed away as their face turned red, "I'm sorry..!" They shrieked, but Vil chuckled lightheartedly. "Why are you sorry? That was so sweet of you." (Name) glanced back at Vil, the sweetest smile visible on his face.

      "You're too adorable for your own good, (Name)." Vil joked, smiling as he pulled (Name) in for an embrace. 'To think that I fell inlove with the prettiest student in all of Night Raven College...' (Name)'s eyes slowly closed as their hands wrapped around Vil, they could've sworn that they stayed like that for a hot minute. Vil glanced at them when they both pulled away from the embrace. "Love you," He gave them a close eyed smile.

      (Name) felt their heart flutter, "Me too." They grinned happily. Finally, something went according to hand in their matchmaking notebook.

      Now... (Name) could finally check off the one thing that needed to be completed in their notebook.

•

      𝐀𝐒 they sat beside Vil, head resting against his shoulder. Their favorite red pen twirled inbetween their fingers, they smiled softly, leaning forward to check the one final thing in their notebook. "How sweet.. But truly, you are my true love," Vil smiled, gazing at their notebook as the red ink dragged around in a checkmark.

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AUTHORS NOTE!

OMG - I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THIS. Your request was absolutely AMAZING OMG!!! Hope you like it, because... i definitely do.

If you're curious what (Name) had checked off as their final note in their notebook, it was to find their one true love.
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