Adequately Inadequate || Trey x Vil

Chapter 1

“—and so we will have to make sure we have the desserts done early, just to be certain everything is ready. What's next on the agenda?”

Trey was deep in thought. It was something that was happening a lot lately. It made sense. There was a lot that was on his mind with the school year coming to an end.

The prior two years, summer vacation had always been something he'd looked forward to. The dawn of this summer, however, was a reminder that he would not be at the school next year. Fourth year students always went off to do internships and research. He would be back, but he had a sinking feeling that he'd never really be a Night Raven Academy student again.

No, at this point he was something completely different.

An alumnus.

Well, as long as he passed his exams, of course.

Trey wasn't very worried about the exams. If anyone asked, Trey felt he was worried just the right amount as far as he was concerned. It never bode well to go into any kind of test with overconfidence.

A sharp chorus of snaps jostled him out of his thoughts. For a second, Trey forgot that Riddle was with him.

Which was, quite frankly, ridiculous.

Chagrin with amiable shame, the green haired teen looked at his much shorter friend. His tilted smile had just the hint of apology.

“Sorry, Riddle. I was thinking about something.”

“Oh?”

Trey laughed to himself as he took in the eagerness on the other boy’s face and in his voice.

“No, I'm not going to share with the class on this one. It's unlikely it matters, in any case.”

He shrugged as if to say that he didn't really mind that whatever it was that had been on his mind the moment Riddle snapped him out of his stupor was unlikely.

A doubtful look had crossed his best friend's face, but the other boy disregarded it with a wave.

“Then it sounds like it's all for the best. Which is ideal with all the work we have left to do. As much as I enjoy classes, I'd sooner they be done today so that we can get everything else prepared. We'll finish going over the agenda after I grab my books.”

With that, Riddle turned about face and headed off toward the lockers. Trey, having no other choice and a duty to his Housewarden, followed after him.

As he did, Trey’s treacherous mind slipped back into deep thought.

Even with all the things there were to worry healthily about, there was one subject in particular that was taking up a lot of space in his mind.

He looked up, recognizing where they were now and swallowing hard. His eyes shifted as casually as he could manage to Vil Schoenheit’s locker.

The other third year happened to look up at the very same time and, after a brief moment, smiled warmly at him. Just as he had that one time. And many times since.

Honestly, Trey considered them friends now. Prior to the day he'd talked the blonde into allowing himself sweets from time to time, Trey wouldn't have said the same. It was as if that one interaction unlocked some hidden achievement that allowed him the opportunity to become friends with someone who was so vastly different from himself.

If anything, Trey was fascinated by Vil. The Pomfiore Housewarden was an enigma if there ever was one. Vil liked people to think that celebrity and fame were the end all be all of who he was as a person.