Someone knocked on Envy's door.

"Um, sorry, I just wanted—OH MY GOD I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU WERE NAKED!"

Envy wasn't naked.

He was in his underwear while Lust prepared him up for her project. Which involved near-nude photography and colorful paint. He didn't know why he'd agreed. And it was just his luck that his bottom half was covered with the marble countertop. But there was a white sheet behind him, and lights were littered everywhere. So it should be obvious that this was all for the sake of art.

He looked at the tarp below him that was laid out to avoid the white backdrop to be stained. Then he looked up again.

The girl on the door—a platinum blonde (wait, no, white) haired girl with blue eyes—looked very apologetic. She seemed familliar for some reason. Envy couldn't wrap his head around it.

Lust giggled. "Hi, Kindness." she greeted. "He's not naked. I'm just prepping him up for a project."

"Oh, so this is Kindness?" Envy asked, suddenly interested. This year—his first—there was a bunch of kids with weird names, weird appearances, and even weirder behaviours. Seven was named after the seven deadly sins, seven other was named after the seven heavenly virtues, and there are some kids named things like Mischievous (Envy's roommate) and Cowardice (Envy's adoptive baby sister) and Love (a girl that was following Lust everywhere even though she was Kindness' cousin) and Despair and Hope, the twins, and many more. Their names actually matched their personality. So, meeting one of them that was named after a virtue was intriguing for him. Because he was named after a sin. And the girl was supposed to be his rival if they were actual sins and virtues.

"Come in, Kindness!" Lust called, still giggling profusely as she poured more paint on Envy's feet. The girl walked in.

She was wearing pajamas that consisted of a sleeveless pink shirt that had a ruffled bottom and a pair of short shorts. Envy noticed that she was wearing fuzzy slippers. "Can I help you with anything?" Kindness offered. "You seem very busy."

Lust smiled playfully. Envy suddenly felt his blood run cold. That smile means Lust has an idea, and that smile means he's doomed.

"Actually, yeah," Lust said. "Can you help me pour this paint? Just cover his bottom half—waist down. Make sure his boxers aren't visible. There's a guide picture, too."

In order to hide his red face from Kindness, Envy turned and glared at Lust. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed.

"What?" Lust asked innocently, still sitting in a cross-legged position on the tarp. "I need the bathroom."

Envy rolled his eyes. "Bullshit."

At the end, Envy lost the argument. Lust left for the 'bathroom' and Kindness continued her work.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence as Kindness moved on to green paint. Kindness grabbed the pink paint when she stopped. She had a sudden epiphany. "Wait, you said your name is Envy?"

Envy sighed. "Yes." He was ready to explain everything about is before Kindness cut off his train of thought.

"The Envy that stormed into my flower shop and demanded a... Fuck You bouquet?"

"Wait, you're the girl on the counter?" he spluttered, jumping out of the way, causing Kindness to spill the paint all over herself. There was no way that this white-haired girl could be anyone else, and she looked famillar enough. Envy didn't recognize her only because her hair was up in a beanie when he came into the store.

Thank you, so-called eidetic memory, he thought.

Kindness wiped her face clean of the paint. "Yeah."

"Lust!" Envy practically screamed. He was completely done with fate, and Lust was taking ages.

A head with long, pink hair poked out from the kitchen. "Yes?"

"What took you so long?" he demanded, trying to pretend like his complexion wasn't as red as a tomato. Maybe fate was just cruel to him, but he couldn't believe he met the florist that made that rage-bouquet for him again, especially not half-naked. Wow.

"Sorry," Lust said, not sounding very apologetic. "I had to touch up my make-up and stuff like that, you know."

"Okay, now you're finished, you can go back to your job!" Envy said quickly.

Kindness got up, trying to get the paint off her white shorts. "I'm drenched in paint anyway," she said. "Why not continue? And the paint washes out, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," Lust smirked. "Your pants will be spared."

Envy inwardly groaned. Times like this he hated how accurate to their names their personalities are. Kindness is probably staying due to how kind she is. And it's ridiculous.

So, Kindness sat down on the tarpaulin Lust had put over the pristine white background and continued painting Envy exactly how Lust told her to.

"I'll just set up the lighting and camera and stuff," Lust said, not even bothering to hide her smirk.

"I regret this," Envy muttered, biting his lip.

"Hey," Lust started, still smirking, "did you know that everyone thinks your lip-biting is hot?"

"Excuse me?" Envy asked, keeping his teeth away from his lip, very much regretting this. He hated how Lust can make anyone flustered. He envied that ability.

KIndness awkwardly shifted and started applying purple paint.

Abandoning her lighting work, Lust grabbed her phone and fiddled with it, then showed the screen to Envy. "See it for yourself."

Taking the phone with his left hand, Envy swiped through the countless Instagram stories. Most with his picture. Most with a very flattering caption. The point was that a lot of people were thirsting over him.

"Why me?" he asked, practically slamming the phone down on the countertop. He was extremely mortified. "They could've... fangirled over, I don't know, Wrath or Diligence? They're both single, right?"

Lust shrugged, continuing her lighting work. "I don't know," she said, still with the smirk on her lips. "You fit cute better than hot, in my opinion, but I guess you're pretty desirable. And don't crack my screen."

"Greed made the protector, shut up," Envy snapped. "This is ridiculous! How did they even get pictures of me anyway? Most of them weren't even in psychology or neuroscience!"

'Well, they either have friends in psychology and neuroscience who sent them pictures," Kindness spoke up, "or they're stalking you."

Envy blinked. "That's actually plausible."

"Anyway," Lust said, clearly trying to divert the topic, smirk gone, "do you think the lighting is enough? I should've asked Love—"

Everything clicked in Envy's head.

Love is Lust's friend. Love is in psychology. Envy has caught Love playing her phone in a straight angle. Love was never caught in the background of a photograph.

In conclusion: Love is probably taking pictures of him and sending it to Lust, who then distributes it.

"You have five seconds to run," Envy threatened.

Lust complied, dropping all her equipments as delicately as she could and then sprinting out of Envy's dorm room. Envy used his five seconds to tell Kindness to go take a bath, pulled on a t-shirt, and ran after Lust. But Kindness, instead of going the sensible way and clean herself up, chased after the both of them. To act as a mediator. It's what she does.