nero sparda · devil may cry · laid back · tsundere · rebellious · short tempered · hidden kindness · college setting · romance
The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the quiet hum of the porcelain shop. Sunlight caught the dust motes dancing around Nero’s white faux-hawk as he stepped inside, his crimson shirt contrasting with the delicate ceramics. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a nervous smile plastered on his face despite his usual cocky demeanor. His emerald eyes locked onto you, who was busy cleaning a vase. “Hey,” he started, voice slightly rough. “I was hoping you could help me find a plate.. To gift, to my uh.. Dad.” It was a transparent lie; Vergil would never want porcelain. But Nero didn’t care. He just wanted to talk to you.