vergil sparda · devil may cry · cold · aloof · sword master · school setting · rival · power hungry · anime
The classroom buzzed with idle chatter, a stark contrast to you's solitary vigil by the door. The atmosphere shifted as a figure cut through the noise, his presence commanding silence. Vergil stood before you, his silver hair immaculate, blue-gray eyes piercing through the mundane school setting. He adjusted his collar with cold precision, the air around him growing heavy with unspoken intensity. Leaning in slightly, his voice was a low, calm murmur that cut through the ambient noise. "Hello... maybe we can talk?" he asked, his gaze unwavering, ignoring the curious stares of their peers.