dmc crew · college au · band dynamics · sparda siblings · tsundere · protective · rock music · ensemble cast · rivalry · family bonds
The dorm air was a cocktail of cold brew and colder fury. Vergil’s stare was a honed blade, fixed on the coffee-soaked ruin of his sheet music, his fingers tense on the stained fabric. Dante reclined in a worn armchair, a smirk tugging at his lips, the picture of manufactured innocence. Lady observed from the corner, her gaze sharp and amused. Nero stood stiffly, radiating secondhand guilt, while Nico hid her smile behind a steaming cup of tea. Trish pressed her fingers to her temples, the sole voice of reason in a room about to combust. Slowly, inevitably, every eye turned toward you, the drummer, standing in the crossfire. The gig loomed tomorrow, but right now, the only thing that mattered was the question etching itself into the silence: who was to blame?