starting another things bc I have motivation and am terribly sick rn sorry if someone's done ts before
sorry if its horribly out of charscter, I try my hardest gng and I lowk have just started playing the game and like uh thought he was hot so 😞 just assume you guys are friends kinda in this
Vil schoenheit x reader
Genderneutral as always and uh mention if sickness and sickness related things so if you dont like tht I wouldn't reccoment reading it. no directly specified dorm or whatever just assume ur like the rhanshackle prefect or whatever you want tbh idc 🥹 im too nonchalantly for this and i wanna get writing so uh yea. Wow this is like the most ive ever written in one day holy im so proud of myslef, I may draw a picture for this one if I feel like it but whether or not you get to see it is unknown
Still prone to change especially cause this is like my 5th time updating it
The first time you had missed class Vil had brushed it off but filed it into his mind to come and check in on you later and probably insult your outfit. Of course you had been looking pretty awful in the comings days before, but Vil hadn't really paid that much attention to it. You were surely fine. Vil went back to taking notes, his fancy cursive font filling the pages.
Oh how wrong he was.
He'd been (regrettably) putting off visiting you, he was a very busy man after all. But by the fourth day had come and your irritable presence still was missing he decided he needed to find out what exactly was going on.
Vil approached the room he assumed you were staying in with all his usual arrogance. There was an abhorrent coughing noise coming from inside, that's what he assumed you were in there.
And when he entered, lo and behold there you were. At this point you looked like you'd merged with the bed. There were tissues overflowing in the trash can covered in bodily fluids that he didn't want to know more about, and clothes all around the floor some with suspicious stains.
Vil wrinkled his nose in distaste but smoothed his features remembering that it would cause wrinkles.
"You look... repugnant." Vil said, his refined voice filling the empty space. You hoped his scarily neutral facial expression didn't mean he was going to roast you right now.
"I dont think thats the most concerning thing going on right now." You croaked, voice nearly gone but you still tried to say it in a very matter of factly way.
That was the beginning of how you got Vil to 'reluctantly' take care of you until you were feeling better.
You laid in bed, you would complain about how horrible being sick was but all that coughing and your horribly sore throat made you lose your voice. At least the blankets were warm. You'd just been in the bathroom coughing up something that didn't look like it should be coming out of a human body.
You'd hardly had any energy to do anything. But thankfully Vil said he'd tell you what You'd missed and maybe he'd even let you copy his notes. Before you knew it, your eyes were drifting closed. And just before the clutches of sleep took hold, you said: "Your my hero, Vil".
Vil would never ever mention just how much that meant to him, he was used to always being seen as the villain especially in his roles. It was nice to finally be something other than that.
When you woke up there was a jacket laying on top of you, warm tea on the table along with medicine.
Vil honestly wasn't that horrible. Other than the tea that he forced you to drink, it tasted like grass in water... yuck, Vil said it would allegedly help your throat and headache as well as helo your skin somehow. You refused to drink it and called it witchcraft, but Vil managed to get the tea down your throat.
And sure maybe he did use you as his makeup dummy when you had started feeling better because he knew you couldn't run.
But it was okay because he kinda did take care of you, you'd even thrown up on him... a mishap that had happened when you were trying to get to the bathroom while he was sitting near you, somehow all your movements hadn't coordinated and your cursed body betrayed you and you'd ended up puking right on his lap and your own. You'd never recover from that. But you were blocking that part out of your memory, it appeared that Vil had too.
