Archive of Our Own

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His eyes saw the large field in front of him, it was big, colorful, the wind made the flowers which were as numerous as the hair on his head, dance softly.

His smile appeared tenderly and he left his place to move a little more, there was a path, that means that he was not going to step on the flowerss and he was not going to damage its spring beauty, he would not dare to do it, even if his beauty was bigger than all the flowers there are.

His knees went down after walking in silence, so he could sit in the middle of the flowers, he was now seeing in its maximum splendor all kinds of flowers, this view was not reserved for him alone, that view was for everyone who passed by and stopped.

It was one of the few moments when he could be alone, being all the time at his school, close to all the young people from all over the university, who admired him, close to his close friends being with him and after all, cameras everywhere. Not that Neige didn't appreciate all the attention he received, he was happy to make others happy with his talent and his innate beauty, but having some time to himself was not something he didn't want.

Still, he thought of others, those he loved and wanted to make happy, those who loved him.... And those who didn't.

He reached out his hand and tilting his head, rested his fingers on a small daisy, it was warm thanks to the sun but not so much to damage it, it was curious, because it was analogous to his life, there was a person who transmitted many times the warmth of his contempt but it was not so strong as to damage him.

A pretty blond.

Neige smiled sadly and closed his eyes to try to assimilate his thoughts.

-I notice how you look at me... Is there something wrong with me, is there anything I haven't already tried to make you appreciate me? -He spoke to him into nothingness and the smile disappeared, his eyebrows lowered and his posture in general did. His heart dwarfed, he knew Vil didn't appreciate him very much. Ignorance had its pros and cons, would Neige's heart still be able to stand if he found out that in reality Vil hated him with all his existence?

The innocence and beauty of that soul inevitably attracted the attention of the animals that were there nearby, several approached cautiously, and they succeeded because they were small, they reached him, others landed on his hat and on his shoulders, others approached on his back, others on his sides, others in front of him, they made room among the flowers.

Others on the contrary were very heavy and their footsteps could be heard a few meters away, and more when they came closer and closer, but Neige was in his world, trying to decipher something that he would be about to discover months later. Of course, he would be about to find out, because his little head couldn't possibly imagine how much hate Vil harbors for him.

He opened his eyes slowly and reacted in surprise, he thought he was alone, not that there was company. Some of the animals that were there were also surprised and backed away, alerted, those that were above him barely held on to their clothes almost losing their balance, but they were not so alerted, then Neige understood perfectly that the animals wanted to accompany him in his solitude and smiled at them, those that had moved away came immediately closer, understanding that the boy's reaction was because he had been caught off guard.

He returned to the flowers in front of him and to the eyes of the little ones that wanted to accompany them, his hand was placed on one of the flowers he had touched before, then he grabbed it by the beginning of the stem and pulled it up, pulling it out of the ground. He placed it in his palm and gently embraced it with his fingers.

His gaze was directed towards a deer that was diagonal to him, while he extended his hand towards its snout and opened it; in the eyes of the animal spotted with white dots and a beautiful caramel-colored fur was reflected a white flower with a yellow center, the deer took it and ate it, thanked him with a look full of affection and Neige smiled more grandly, while he raised his same hand and placed it on that small head, the deer bowed it even more in sign of gentleness and Neige caressed it.

For more comfort, he decided to sit better on the floor, his attention was no longer on that man so precious to him, who was so loved, almost like him.

Now he was just hanging in that calm and heavenly atmosphere that gave him life, in those moments.

One of the birds that was on his left shoulder, withdrew and landed on the hand that was caressing the larger animal.

He then took his gaze off of it and rested it on the new animal that had just been placed on his limb. His eyes looked with joy at that little animal so small and so beautiful, full of bright colors, full of life, those eyes also looked at him with gentleness, Neige already knew them all and that's why it gave him so much joy to be surrounded by them, even if he didn't know them, he would treat them with equal love.

The bird in his hand began to sing, he had realized how sad he was a few moments ago, so he took strength in his little lungs and began to cheer Neige up, Neige looked at him pleased as he brought him closer to his face, not much, but now he was a little closer, he heard another chirp on his shoulder, it was another bird, exactly the same as the one that was singing a few seconds ago, the two had harmony, soon they were joined by another bird, now there were 3 birds singing for Neige, Neige laughed, and the flowers kept their laughter, no one would hear a carefree laugh away from the cameras except for the flowers that were still dancing in the gentle breeze and the creatures around them.

Chenya heard one of those laughs like that, after all he was close to Neige and was one of the few who could see him without so much pressure on him, it was in no way that Neige was faking his personality, that he was hiding his true personality or his true way of being, it was just that it was completely different seeing him in front of the cameras than seeing him away from them.

Niege was prompted to sing with them, he opened his lips and began to sing the same melody he already knew and had sung many times before, it was soft, almost like a lullaby, it was soothing, anyone who came to such a song, would relax and leave all their worries behind and then sit next to the singers and not leave before it was over.

His head tilted to the side as he kept up with them and gradually raised the pitch of his voice reaching a soaring scale, demonstrating his singing talent.

The squirrel on his back went up a little higher until it reached his other shoulder, on that shoulder there were others of the same birds that were singing, if there was room for a small squirrel. Neige finished singing when the birds did and he gave them a loving smile, while he closed his eyes, the bird he had in his hand jumped in one place while he spread his wings as if he was going to fly but he was not going to do it, that was to show that he was happy, the same did his analogues that were singing with him.

When he opened his eyes another deer appeared in his change of vision, it was different from the other one, quickly Neige approached it and gently patted it on the head, then went on to pet it as he had done with the other one, but this time he went down to the cheek that was closest to him and the deer laid its head in the palm of his hand.

-This forest is yours... Thank you for allowing me to stay with you. -Neige said as he looked at the deer and after a few seconds removed his hand. Another bird stood on it, this one was different, this one was red with black linear patterns, and its chest and part of its head were tinged with light hazel feathers. Neige pulled it closer to him and kissed its head, the bird was happy and flew away from his hand.

-Maybe... -his eyes looked down with a wistful smile- Would a floral crown make Vil happy? -his head thought it through, for a moment, he had never given Vil anything but things for work, but a floral crown would be more personal, closer, yes, that's right, Neige wanted to get along better with him, so giving him something as intimate as a handmade floral crown would fulfill such a thing. It was by no means something as intimate as a declaration of love, still his heart wasn't beating for Vil, but it was something so.... It was so like him to give things like that as a gift.

A floral crown made with effort? From Neige you could expect if you were a close friend: A hug, words of encouragement and hope, comfort, a freshly baked cake, freshly cut fruit, help with chores, but the floral crown was on top of all that because he had never given one to someone.

-It would look good on him. -Neige began to imagine what the floral crown would look like on Vil, the fruits of his efforts on that blonde head, that thought made his blush heavily, something he didn't notice, only the animals with his. 

With light steps two raccoons approached, on his other side and Neige made eye contacts with his little eyes. If Neige wanted to give a floral crown as a gift, that would be like a command to them, though Neige would clearly never force them to do so. 

This time and only this time, he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to do it all himself, he wanted this gift to be nothing but his hands, his mind and his heart. The animals would understand without any discomfort and rather prepared themselves for a spectacle that had never been seen before in the depths of that forest. The animals that were above him got off, those that could fly opened their wings, some were left fluttering a few centimeters away, others were placed on nearby flowers and others on the larger animals. 

The young man began to take carefully from the flowers he was observing some time ago, of different colors, being careful not to break them or hurt them in the least, if he was going to give a gift to Vil, he had to put all his effort to make it look so beautiful with him, worthy of a gift from such a person. 

The dirt that stuck to the stems needed to be cleaned, so when he picked up a good amount of beautiful flowers, he embraced them with love and strength, he got up from the floor and making his way through the animals he went to a place that he already knew was there: A lake of pure water.

He moved his feet calmly as he counted the flowers he was carrying. It would be enough for a flower crown. It didn't take him long to get there since it wasn't that far and his steps were steady. His jacket and wool sweater got slightly dirty thanks to the dirt, but it wouldn't matter because he would wash it later. The animals followed him complacently.

His eyes saw in the distance the crystal clear water glistening in the sunlight and moving a little, he watched the waves move leisurely and when he was close to the shore, so close that it could be his reflection, he stepped back a little and sat down on his knees, put the flowers on his left side, with one of his hands he dipped the dirty part until it was enough and with the other he put it in the water to carve it and thus be able to remove all the dirt from the stem, as well as any roots that had come with the flower.

When he made sure that there was no more soil, he moved the flowers up and down shaking the water that remained on them, the hand he had free although it was still wet, he moved it to one of his pockets where there was a white, clean, perfumed handkerchief, he took it out and with this he removed the excess water, as he had already shaken the water before he did not get the handkerchief very wet, and it was good because he had to dry more flowers.

This he did for a while, until the dirty flowers were gone, for Neige it was something so simple, but the animals were moved by the love with which he did such a thing, the first to realize the feelings that bloomed in Neige's heart, were them.

Neige smiled at all these creatures and was grateful to be in such good company. He thought, he would like to be with his friends, but surely one of them in particular would tease him that he was in love with Vil if they found out what he was doing to him and how much love he put into the gift. 

As he thought about this he kept his handkerchief where it had been, now he went to his right side to take all the flowers, he brought them close to his face and smelled them, they smelled very good, but not as good as Vil. Neige loved to be inundated with the perfume that Vil wore when he was near him in some recording or some activity that involved them getting together, but he knew how to conceal it in front of him.

He got up again and walked to a place away from the water and went to a place with more light.It wasn't going to take him long to weave the floral crown but he needed a place where he felt comfortable, it took no longer than it took him to go to the place he was leaving.

Once seated he opened his arms and let the flowers fall on the grass, he separated them from each other and smiled at nothing, the sun was falling on him, warming him and making him more beautiful, because it let his angelic face be seen clearly, big brown eyes, the brightness of his lips became brighter and his hair was perfectly moved by the wind. Neige felt happy and once he was there he set to work.

His hands wove the floral crown with delicacy and patience, there was time before he had to go shoot a commercial so he could finish making it and go shower and get ready to go to it. His fingers intertwined stem to stem with a firm tie but without making it look bad, making the flowers stand side by side, showing their wonderful beauty, there were various colors and different types, there were roses, daisies, tulips, hydrangeas and gerberas. They looked good together, he smiled to himself and hoped that Vil would open his heart to him, at that moment he didn't expect his to fall in love or like him, he just wanted them to get along better. 

It took half an hour to finish the floral crown, in that time Neige concentrated so much that he forgot he was surrounded by animals. When he finished the floral crown he smiled with joy and lifted it with both hands above himself to see it better, love makes things better, because that floral crown was so beautiful, as beautiful almost as he was, but the flowers were humbled in front of Neige's beauty. They were humble and accepted that the beauty that had molded them into a gift full of love was so much greater. What made the flowers beautiful? That they were beautiful in shape, in color? Certainly they were, but these flowers were special, because they were made to make Neige's heart bloom with more feelings. They had been chosen for Neige to trim and wrap around each other, making them more worthy, if those flowers could think, they would be both happy and terrified, happy because Neige used them to give them as a gift but terrified of the fate that awaited them, they were not reciprocated.

He carefully stood up and grabbed the floral crown with both hands, pulling them away from his chest because he didn't want them to get dirty again and stain his beauty. Neige spun around in his place to give a glance to all the eyes that were perched on him, long ago, in silence.

He gave them a heart-melting smile and the animals again, meek in front of him, each gave him a sign that they were touched.  The birds chirped softly, and the mammals wagged their tails, some jumped where they stood and Neige moved his feet until he went back to where he came from. The animals accompanied him until Neige was already very close to leaving the forest, Neige turned his gaze and nodded his head to let them know once again, how grateful he was to them. So now he walked to the doors of the RSA, when he entered many eyes fell on his person, most of them did so because he was Neige, others because of that and because they saw him dirty. But Neige didn't stop at all those looks even if most of them were thrown with kindness, he had to keep it in his room until he went to give it to Vil, he didn't want Chenya to see him either, so when they threw greetings Neige answered them quickly and with the same speed he lost sight of them in front of all who had seen him arrive. 

On his way to his bedroom through the corridors he also met many, only this time there weren't many, anyway, he greeted them authentically and holding the freshly woven floral coronal in one hand, Neige took out a key from another pocket unrelated to the handkerchief and quickly slipped that custom-made piece of metal into the lock of his room, only when it was in front of him. 

He pushed and pulled the key out as he entered that colorful room, when he entered everything was pushed aside and he locked it. He sighed in relief and walked over to his main desk, they carefully placed the floralcrown and his keys on it, then he took off his jacket and put it aside, on a coat rack that only had one hook.

He directed his gaze to the bathroom door that he had a few steps away and bent down to untie the laces of his shoes, when they were already loose with one of his hands he grabbed the back of one of his shoes and pulled the foot out of the shoe, he did the same procedure with the other one and then quickly removed his socks, after walking a short distance and already in front of the bathroom door, he placed one of his hands on the handle and pulled it thus entering the bathroom and then sawing it behind him.

After completely taking off his clothes and putting them aside he got under the pen and turned on the faucet with a steady motion until the water came out, it soaked him immediately, the water felt warm but then it started to get cold, it didn't get to be freezing but it was more than the average temperature, Neige didn't mind, he smiled like that himself for that and because he remembered he was going to be with Vil in a few beads hours, that thought always made him happy, so much so that he blushed again, Neige realized that and was greatly embarrassed to realize that he was thinking about him in the bathroom, so in order not to be embarrassed anymore he let that thought vanish from him, he applied in his hair his usual shampoo, shampoo that smelled like flowers in specific kept his hair smelling like spring, silky and soft, it added shine.

The soap he used also smelled the same, in general Neige gave off the smell of flowers, just as good as the flowers he used for the floral crown he had just made.

He finished bathing, he took clean towels and dried himself, one for his body, one for his face and one for his hair, the only thing left to dry after he got out of the bath, was his hair, he was going to dry it with a blow dryer so he didn't dry it what he could with his towel yet, he wrapped the towel he used for his body around his waist and when he got to his bed he sat down, he started drying his hair with gentle movements, the moisture was going fast from his black hair to the increasingly wet towel. Once he thought he looked dry enough to dry himself with the machine, he moved the towel away from his head and put it aside on his bed, in that time he took one of his hands to his head and checked to see how much moisture was in his hair. He saw that it was a bit damp but he would fix that precisely with his blow dryer, but before that he had to get dressed, most of Neige's clothes were made of fabric sweaters that he made himself, long sleeved sweaters and cotton pants. 

For recordings he was always better dressed than he usually was, he thought hard about what he might wear as he plopped down on his bed, he looked up at the ceiling as another question came to his mind. "Will Vil like the floral coronal I made for him?" that question stuck in his mind and as soon as he asked it, his mind sent him memories of when Vil and he were working on something.... 

Neige was happy through and through, he always gave the most genuine and happy smiles to Vil, and would continue to do so until long after. Vil smiled at him too, but they were far apart in intent from each other, one was real and the other was fake, one was full of love and the other was full of hate, one smiled at the fact of being close to someone who was loved and the other smiled at the fact of having to pretend contentment and thanks to that having to go far away.

That thought led to others, they were negative, and they embedded themselves in his mind for a moment. "Vil will still be the same with you, they will never be friends" and it was true, Vil would never love Neige, Vil's hatred was endless, but Neige didn't know that yet, so he chased that bad thought away by encouraging himself.

-I-I'm sure Vii-kun will be able to see through my intentions... And appreciate the gift I made for him. -It was comical the fact that, Neige didn't hear himself, but he was already beginning to hear himself as in love, but he didn't realize that.-

As soon as those sad thoughts were gone Neige composed himself to his previous posture and resting his hands on each side of himself on the bed, he propelled them and got up without much effort, he walked towards his closet and quickly his hands opened it, his eyesight was in a problem, he wouldn't know what to wear, would he put on something he clearly liked, he still wasn't dressed for Vil to see, not yet, his eyes went through all the greatness of his closet and after several minutes thinking what to wear after seeing and seeing and sometimes moving the clothes to see them, at the end after putting on his underwear he put on a very light blue fabric sweater, almost reaching white, it had small flakes of nine turquoise blue at the bottom and yellow dots above them. Underneath he put on a pair of pants similar to the one he had before, only this one was completely blue, the same turquoise blue as what he wore on top. He put on white socks and then went to the dressing table, he had a big mirror, it wasn't that big, he had several beauty products, most of them were gifts from brands that had hired him, he had creams for the body, for the hands, for the feet, for the face, lipsticks of different colors and tones, although curiously he didn't use them, Neige preferred the natural so he didn't wear a lot of highlighter makeup, the only thing he wore was light pink gloss on his lips and a touch up of powder, sometimes he used eye shadow of a very light color, but he wouldn't wear it that time, after all the place where he was going was a place where he would be made up. 

The hairdryer in one of the three drawers so once he opened the drawer, he took it out and put it on top of that table after closing the place where he had taken it from. He immediately sat down in the chair behind him. His hands were dry so it was okay he plugged in the dryer, Neige pressed the power button and adjusted it with the same hand on the middle speed, remember that dryer was a gift from Dominic on his birthday last year, that year was still not his birthday, he hoped Vil would go that time and not refuse not to go, Neige was always thinking the best way about why Vil didn't want to be around him when it was personal, he thought maybe it was because he was busy that day, maybe he had another commitment, maybe he was needed in his dorm or maybe he had important meetings, maybe he had to do some interview or maybe modeling. Maybe it was just that... "After all, Vil has a life" he thought as he was already drying his hair, the noise that was there and the warm air that filled his head and made his hair move quickly, it was nice. It was so, Neige wasn't trying to find himself an excuse to self-deceive and bury his pain, Neige's pure intention was to think that Vil wasn't that bad, he would think that with anyone but it was Vil... And unconsciously Neige justified it more than others.

One thing he didn't delve too deeply into was why Vil could "be liked" was painful and Neige knew that asking himself so many questions wouldn't get him anywhere. 

He couldn't help one thing, crying, he was crying, Neige didn't know why, Neige didn't want to cry, this frustrated him, for a brief moment he was annoyed with himself a lot, he took a tissue from the box on his dressing table and reaching down a little where he had the dryer still on, he wiped his tears and took strength not to shed useless tears again, he would have time to shed them all over again later, oh, how sad it would be what life would present him, Vil would finish with his soul until there were no tears left, because he would give them all to Vil and he wouldn't even notice.

Silently he remained for a moment and when his tears and eyes were dried he also blew his nose, wiped it and threw the handkerchief in a small container next to him attached to the wall and the headdress, down on the floor.

He sighed and moved his head from side to side for a few seconds, then continued drying his hair until it was completely dry, just as his eyes and nose were dry, luckily his eyes would not remain swollen for long. His finger pressed down on the appropriate button and turned the machine off, it was neat, so he immediately put the dryer away where he had taken it and headed back to the bathroom, his eyes fixed on the pen and one of the faucets where he now had one of his hands, he turned it on according to the direction of turn he knew he had to give and water came out, Neige bent down and closing his eyes washed his face, he rinsed it with the water, it was cold the water was cold, but then it rose in temperature, he was careful not to wet his hair, in less than a minute he finished rinsing his face, he applied soft caresses in the area of his eyes before closing the riffle, with his memory he extended the hand that was closest to the wall and felt what he was looking for: a towel. He took it and brought it to his face, drying it quickly. 

When he felt that his face was already clean he opened his eyes and left the towel where it was, during that short time he was not thinking about anything specific, his mind decided to give him a break from complex feelings. Downstairs, next to the faucet there was liquid soap, one of his hands made the concave shape under where the soap was going to come out once the other hand pressed his palm on it, so he received that silky and thick liquid and proceeded to open the faucet with the other hand and wash them. At that moment he also took the opportunity to brush his teeth and apply things that were necessary and that were only in the bathroom such as anti-perspirant deodorant or drops to deflate and moisturize the eyelids.

He left the bathroom already having dried his extremities and his mouth with the dry part of the towel with which he had dried his face before, and he thought about what to wear, he also had a lot of shoes, so when he walked and opened his shoe rack which was next to his closet, he looked down and saw all those shoes, he decided to take some dark Easter shoes, although the sole was lighter and the top had details of other colors that were also light, these also had colorful and cheerful prints.

When he finished putting them on he went to another mirror that he had in his room, where he could see his full body, on the top of it there were pictures stuck, they were pictures of him with his friends, there were more of Chenya than others, because he liked pictures and Neige didn't mind in the least because, it made Chenya happy, anyway, wouldn't Neige do it too, if after all he was his dearest friend? Yes he did, so Neige would place every picture they took, in that mirror, there were also pictures of him with Gran and Shelpy, he also had with Hop and Snick, he smiled seeing all pictures with his friends, there were also things written on the mirror, with marker and crayon, they were scribbles or messages of "I love you so much, Neige, try hard! "and followed by the signature, which evidenced the author of the message, "Chenya" that made him smile more, Neige appreciated friendship very much. Another thought coming from what bloomed in his heart told him something, which he received with disgust. 

"How I would love to have a picture of Vii-kun with me in this mirror" Neige wrinkled his face in discontent. He thought, "How could I possibly want such a personal picture with Vii-kun after seeing my friends, I should appreciate their friendship more instead of being so greedy!" He received that thought reluctantly, sighed and wondered what he had to do with such a thought. Neige was in no way guilty of greed or any specific bad thing, for wanting to be closer to Vil, to the point of being friends, as much as they were with those who were in that mirror. Neige had pictures with Vil, from interviews or photo shoots, but it was all distant, it was all for work, nothing especially to treasure.  After lingering on those thoughts, he naturally went back to what he had come for, to look in the mirror to see how it all looked on him as a whole, he liked how it looked and from where he was, he looked at his desk, there was the floral crown, he thought about whether to perfume it or not, after all he had over 30 perfumes, about what scent Vil would like, there would be no problem since many of the perfumes he had, Neige also had, since many were given to both of them after some interview or work. But he thought it would ruin the spring freshness they innately had, so he didn't perfume them. 

Since he was already dressed he just wanted to add some cream on his face, he used to use moisturizer, it smelled different than his body wash and shampoo, this cream smelled fruity but it was not a very strong smell compared to the previously mentioned smells.

So the predominant smell would be the smell of flowers, both as in the floral crown as in Neige, although the fresh smell that the flowers of the floral crown gave off was more captivating, it seemed that the flowers agreed to choose among them who Neige could take, as if they knew that he was going to take them and had settled in a place that they would know that Neige would take flowers, because those flowers were the ones that smelled better and smelled better every time the time approached to be given as a gift.

He went back to the dressing table and took a small but heavy jar, it was small but its content was almost to the top, next to it there was a series of wooden sticks, it was like a toothpick but sterilized and made to spread the cream, he uncovered the jar and with his right hand he took a stick and introduced it inside to take out a small amount and looked at the mirror and began to spread it on his right cheek. He spread it gently in circles and did the same with the other cheek, looked down and threw the toothpick into the same wastebasket where he had thrown the tissue that had rinsed away his momentary sadness some time before. Then he looked up again, closed the pot and placed it where it was before, then he began to massage his right cheek with the knuckles of the hand that corresponded to that side, now he was concentrating on that action by looking at himself in the mirror and paying attention to make it soft and relaxing, carefully, as the creams should be applied, once he finished with that side, he concentrated on the other cheek and imitated the action, with the cheek and the missing hand.

After a few minutes of grooming, he looked up from the dressing table where there was a clock and saw that it was less than an hour before he had to be at the recording studio. It wouldn't take half an hour to get there but he didn't want to leave late or rush around getting sweaty and disheveled along the way, it wasn't like him at all and this would be no exception. 
The last thing left to do was to put on lip gloss, his lips were thin and pretty by nature, but that lip gloss was his favorite, he didn't need to put on eyelashes, also by nature he had abundant and long eyelashes, he stepped back a bit where he was and lowered his gaze along with one of his hands to the second drawer and when he opened it it revealed large varieties of lipsticks, he found what he was looking for, he took it and closed the drawer, it was half full, because he used it almost daily, he looked in the mirror and opened lipstick and painted them, it was not difficult at all, it was just a light color and basic makeup, he spread it on all his lips until they were as he always had them. Without makeup Neige looked gorgeous anyway.

When he was done he decided to leave that lipstick on top of the dresser instead of keeping it where it was, he would put it away later when he came back.

Now that he had finished grooming himself, he began to feel nervous, because when he turned to see the floral crown, doubts came back to him, but he could not back out anymore, "if I want to get along with him, I will have to make more efforts" he thought, even if those as always were not enough, they would never be enough, because love rejected when it gets nowhere, and does not get to where it needs to go, is returned. .
He carefully approached the floral crown and took it in his hands, looked at it and smiled, because it would look pretty, and it would be prettier on Vil's head, if only he had gotten to wear it. 

Putting it back where it was, he walked a little more around the room to fix small details that he had messed up, to take his keys and put them in his bag, to take a small bag where he kept personal things like his cell phone, some delicious candy, some pretty box with tissues... And this helped him to stop worrying so much about how everything was going to turn out and rather, wait for the moment and act. 

For the last time he reached the floral crown again and took it with his hand, pressing it against his chest, the other one he used to go to the exit, open the door and secure it before leaving from the inside, and at once go to where he had to be, during the way he decided to go by a shorter way to leave the school, because really although he was nice to everyone he didn't want to be crowded with so many questions or unexpected requests for autographs. 

Neige didn't think much about Vil, the thoughts of his day were summarized in himself, in his studies, in his career as an actor and influencer, in his friendships, not even when he fell completely in love with him would he do it, but that day he had him so much in his head because he was so focused on showing him that he can and wants to be his friend, that he doesn't want more ill-intentioned looks full of feelings that he didn't know, although also because his heart was already revealing him that he loved him in a different way than he thought. 

Neige did not think much about Vil, the thoughts of his day were summarized in himself, in his studies, in his career as an actor and influencer, in his friendships, not even when he fell in love with him completely would he do it, but that day he had him so much in his head because he was so focused on showing him that he could and wanted to be his friend, that he did not want more evil looks full of feelings that he did not know, but also because his heart was already revealing that he loved him in a different way than he thought. 

It didn't take long to arrive, in the middle of the journey he hugged the floral crown closer to himself and felt that the smell of flowers was stronger, were the flowers perhaps telling him that Vil would like the gift?

When he arrived at the recording studio he was greeted by many people, who gave him kind smiles and hands asking him for his things to keep them, he reciprocated to all of them except to the request of someone about giving him what he was hugging at that moment, he shook his head and told him that he would take it to his dressing room himself. 

-Vii-kun, has he arrived? -He asked, he wasn't somehow scared, but he wanted to do it quickly so Vil wouldn't notice what he was carrying, he wanted to give it to him personally and in a quiet environment, not just arriving from where he was and surrounded by so many people who had to fulfill a schedule.

They answered him no and he was grateful, he moved to where he was indicated and when he arrived to the dressing room he left the floral crown in the dressing table that was there, he took care to place it somewhere where it had less chances of being damaged, and asked those who were with him to please be extremely cautious with it in case they had to handle it, although it was very unlikely because the dressing room was private more than anything else.

He went out of the dressing room more lightly and went to the place where they always explained again what had to happen, the schedule and the order of the day, Neige paid attention to the one who was telling him things while there were people moving and shouting things about care, scene preparation, costumes and so on, but Neige was just focused on giving his best. Then a voice pulled him out of his attention, Vil's voice, he looked for him in the direction of his voice and he was closer than he thought, he was wearing a closed jacket with dark patterns intertwined with each other, dark sunglasses with a hint of purple and he had of updo type hairstyle, lastly he had heels that rang clear. He was with his arms crossed and stood on the opposite side of him, right next to the person who was previously speaking. 

Neige gave him a big smile and Vil smiled at him as well, Neige out of affection and Vil out of not looking bad.

During all that was done in the day, they had to clearly record scenes together and talk outside of them, when no one was watching them, but only for work, no asking "how did it go?" or "do you like how it's going?" because there was not much time plus Vil many times avoided being alone with Neige, Neige ignored all this and made an effort to keep trying to make the friendship between them have a start, waste of time. 

They lasted a total of 5 hours to roll and it was almost dark, Neige hadn't eaten anything since he had been there, just water while Vil had eaten a few small things like healthy snacks. So he felt light and more able to present Vil with the gift he had put so much of his soul into.

When they were done and he could go home, Niege made his way to his dressing room with hurried steps followed by a few people assisting him and when he got to his dressing room, when he opened it and looked at what would soon no longer belong to him, he was relieved that it was still fresh, it was almost immaculate, much of that was because Neige took great care with its handling and because he left it in a good place on his dressing table. 

He asked those with him to leave him alone without first thanking him kindly and affectionately for all the work and attentions they had given him during the day and with thanks they nodded and left him alone, alone with his feelings and his heart began to beat faster, Neige silenced him by shaking his head for a few seconds and hugging the floral crown again, gently. He took a breath and headed for the exit, he already had his bag on him so he closed the door and leaned against it waiting a little nervously for Vil to appear, he knew that Vil had not left yet and that to leave he was going to go through the hallway where his dressing room was.

It wasn't long before Vil appeared in the hallway, he walked with elegance and had airs of being imposing, above the others for being so beautiful and being so fine. When Neige saw him he smiled and approached him, Vil stopped when he saw him walking to him and quickly rested his violet eyes on what Neige had in his grasp, a floral crown, the smell came almost as quickly to his perfect nose as when Neige started to approach. It smelled wonderful, the amount of flowers there made its scent strong, Vil didn't have time to react badly.

-Vii-kun! -Vil hated that smile, because he knew it was adorable and beautiful, and it stole attention, which he didn't want to be on Neige, but on him. 

-Neige... -The blond answered, there wasn't much feeling in his answer, it wasn't cold, but it was without much interest.

Neige already knew that Vil had seen the floral crown so when he was closer to him he extended it, Neige looked into his eyes and was fascinated to see it.

-I-I made this for you... I thought it would look good on you -He wondered inside himself why he was so embarrassed, he was always happy in Vil's company, never properly nervous so that stutter confused him, but he didn't show it.

Vil opened his eyes in genuine surprise and extended his hand, before taking that gift he hesitated for a moment but in the end without much thought he grabbed it, Neige moved his hands away when he already knew that Vil had a good grip on it, honestly Vil did not know how to react, did he like the gift?.... No, nothing that came from Neige would please him no matter how much he knew he put so much effort into making it, because the ribbons and the way the floral crown was made said so. But since it was public Vil wasn't going to yell at him or treat him badly, besides, he was too tired to put up with Neige's "disgusting" kindness.

Neige did not know how to read his expression and before he asked him if he liked it, Vil spoke, he then changed his expression to a forced smile that Neige understood well, something in his heart dwarfed, but simply he was optimistic, Neige "ignored" Vil's expression and gave him a hug, Vil raised his arms quickly so he would not damage the floral crown in his hands, Neige knew he would, and in tocas way are hugged him so tight, if the floral crown had been between them it would not have been mistreated.

Vil was surprised again, but he let himself be hugged, why? He didn't know why, he simply let himself be hugged, Neige was shorter than Vil, so in that position Vil had his nose deep in the black hair of his opponent. He found himself fascinated, despite the other he had, he couldn't simply ignore the softness and the shininess that came from there and that was the least of it, his hair had a scent that attracted him and made him want to keep smelling it for hours and hours, that made him pucker up, because the great of the king of venom wouldn't have to get lost in that "nonsense" and wouldn't admit something so humiliating for him. Neige was happy to hug Vil and naturally inhale his perfume and feel his clothes, but it was better for him to move away before he found himself hugging Vil for too long, he didn't want to bother him, even though without doing anything he had already done it, his very presence and existence weighed on him and made him writhe with hatred when no one saw him.

When Neige turned away from Vil he avoided looking at his face for a moment, but after a few seconds he showed a piece of his heart in what he said.

-I hope we can be friends. -Saying this, Vil wrinkled his eyes in bewilderment and pressed in his right hand what he had received.

-Thank you very much for the gift. -The older man returned to his usual attitude of accepting what he felt he deserved and not showing much unless it was someone as important as Rook or another NRC student that Vil got along with.

Neige nodded energetically as he closed his eyes and Vil cursed his beauty before walking away from him and then walking all the way down that hallway and finally getting the hell out of there. Before he left he didn't make any eye contact.

Neige kept that smile until Vil walked away from there, Neige didn't know how to react, it was a lot to take in and he wouldn't know how to think about what had just happened, he knew Vil was still pretending but hope had been born that his heart would soften and that the reaction he witnessed moments ago was thanks to the surprise, Neige could now go home and feel "relieved" that Vil accepted his gift, Neige thought of Vil's heart and imagined that Vil would at least consider the intrinsic beauty of the flowers that gave his life for Neige, and would use it or at least keep it until he had to throw them away for looking ugly, thus showing him that beauty was ever ending, but it was not to be.

Vil barely reached his room, he gave a big sigh and wanted to get rid of his jacket, but before he saw in detail what he had in his hands, he took it closer to him and again the smell came to him, Vilo found it absolutely beautiful, but it would be more so if he didn't know who it belonged to and with what intentions he was giving them to, Vil didn't believe Neige was in love with him, but he knew he wanted them to become friends, things that would never happen on his own, he would rather die before such a thing. He tossed the floral crown nonchalantly where it fell and it landed on a table near him, not miraculously hurt, the floral crown it seemed he knew that if this blond didn't want it another blond would. 

He undid his jacket, bringing his hands to where the buttons were and undid them, he did this as he walked, after his hands freed his arms he dropped them on the bed, he was tired and wanted to sleep, he was more tired of seeing the beauty Neige showed him, that tormented him and made him have angry outbursts than working so hard.

He carelessly left the door open and, he knew thanks to his ears came footsteps coming closer and closer, and they were none other than Rook's.

Rook introduced himself by peeking in the door and gave him one of his characteristic smiles even though Vil was on his knees. He sighed with an air of pleasure and walked further into the room closing the door behind him.
-You look beautiful as always. -Rook said with a hand on his chest. 

Vil smiled tiredly already sitting on the bed and just thanked Rook's compliment with that same smile, for the first time they saw each other, Rook noticed it and smiled with understanding, he knew that Vil came from work and had to let him rest, beauty was the most important thing for Vil and a well executed sleep schedule rejuvenated and rested the body to execute with grace everything he had to do in the morning of the next day.

-Have good and sweet dreams, King of the..... -Rook interrupted because his eyes saw the floral crown that Vil had forgotten, his eyes were of surprise, because it was beautiful, colorful, it stood out without a doubt, not because Vil's room was badly arranged or ugly or that its colors did not fit well together, but for the simple fact of being something that highlights the sight, Vil clearly noticed the reason for the cut of the conversation and saw the floral crown, He observed it with a hard expression and as soon as the pleasant smell of the flowers arrived, it reminded him of the hair of the one who had given him such a tender gift, in an act characteristic of him, he extended the floral crown to Rook with a disinterested expression and gave it to him as a gift.

-It was a gift from Neige Leblance. I don't want it, I was thinking of throwing it away after it started to get ugly and its pleasant aroma died out, but even I know how to appreciate the beauty it has, so if you want it you can keep it, I'm sure you will love it more than I do. -Vil finished.

As he was talking, Rook was getting closer and closer while he kept looking at what Vil was holding out to him. Vil was absolutely right, Rook would appreciate it a thousand times more than Vil could, he just wouldn't make it so obvious. His expression remained the same until Rook took it in both hands and looked at it in detail, Vil lowered the hand he had extended and placed it in his own lap. Rook felt like he was dying inside, he was touching a floral crown handmade by his most precious Neige, the one who made his days better just by seeing his face, the one to whom he devoted much of his time writing him messages full of affection and the one he longed to meet personally, but the most beautiful thing about that floral crown was that it was made with love, a love that had been witnessed for all its splendor by creatures of the forest, a love that worried about how to please Vil, that worried about how the flowers would look on his head, carried elegantly on his head, that foolishly worried about thinking it was mean or inconsiderate to his friends to want a picture of him with Vil in his mirror, a love that both Vil and Rook ignored, Rook because he didn't know and Vil because he didn't want to know.

Rook's cheeks flushed a little at the act, and Vil wanted to know, out of simple curiosity, not for anything else, but he didn't feel like arguing so he simply gave a sigh that brought Rook out of his thoughts, didn't disturb him but he frowned in confusion.

-I'm going to shower and go to sleep. -He said as he looked down at his heels thinking about what to wear to sleep. That was an indirect and very direct way of saying goodbye to the younger boy, which he understood immediately, he gave him his usual smile and resumed the sentence he had left unfinished before, this time he looked more cheerful and how could he not be? He had been given the best gift of his life. 

-Have good and sweet dreams, King of Poison, may sleep embrace you and give you strength to keep working more and more on your beauty. -Vil smiled at him for the last time even if he had doubts about his behavior and Rook left the way he came, Rook knew that acting excited in front of Vil knowing everything that was behind, was going to annoy him and indispose him, so he spared himself the comments, because he could, when what Vil should do more was to take a break. He closed the door behind him and walked away from the room that had given him the most pleasant surprise he had ever had, what had he done to deserve that life should give him something so beautiful? That Vil should keep such a thing and then give it to him as a gift? So vivid and so naturally well scented Was it the love that had been put into those flowers, that kept them, kept them still fresh in the arms of that great fan? The scent that reached his nose was almost similar to Neige's, Rook was unknowingly filling himself with a scent that he himself wanted to smell first hand. From Vil's room, footsteps could be heard farther and farther away, until they could no longer be heard. The flowers would be disappointed that they didn't reach the right target, but at least they were in the arms of someone who would appreciate them thanks to the hands that handled them with so much feeling were Neige's, made them more beautiful.

When he was far enough away, his eyes were already moist and his smile didn't fit on his face, from his lips came a whisper, the happiest whisper of all.

-Beauty! 100!