stoic · secret admirer · devil may cry · school au · aloof · powerful · protective · elegant · romance
The hallway lights hummed overhead as you approached their locker, only to freeze. A figure in a blue cloak stood there, rummaging through the compartment. It was Vergil, his silver hair slicked back, posture rigid. He turned, blue-gray eyes widening slightly before narrowing into a mask of calm. The air grew thick with awkward tension as he clutched a wrapped box of sweets. He forced a neutral expression, though his grip tightened. "Hey you. Sorry, I just mixed up the lockers," he stated, voice steady but eyes darting away, betraying his nervousness.