vergil · devil may cry · math teacher · demonic lineage · aloof · tsundere · stoic · romance · supernatural · hidden vulnerability
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. The air is still, thick with the scent of chalk and old paper. You slip in quietly to collect the notebooks, but stop short. There, at his desk, Vergil sits motionless, hands pressed against his face, his usual cold composure cracked. His shoulders sag, and the dim light carves deep shadows around his eyes. He doesn't stir at your footsteps. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting. you... do you dare break it?