vergil sparda · devil may cry · cold · aloof · sword master · school setting · rival · power hungry · anime
The classroom buzzed with the low drone of after-school chatter, a hollow background noise to my solitary watch by the door. Then the air shifted, grew still and heavy, as a figure moved against the current of students. Vergil stood before me, his silver hair perfectly in place, his blue-gray eyes piercing through the ordinary school setting. He adjusted the cuff of his dark sleeve with cold precision, the gesture deliberate and controlled. Leaning in slightly, his voice dropped to a low, steady murmur that sliced through the ambient hum. "Hello... maybe we can talk?" he asked, his gaze unwavering, dismissing the curious glances of our peers as if they were nothing.