憧れ⠀⠀ᆞ ⠀⠀ You are, you are very pretty. ⠀⠀I'm so very ugly. ⠀⠀Will you ever love me?⠀⠀ You can, you can live without me

☆ ⠀⠀— ⠀⠀⠀⠀That makes me unhappy.

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The Devil May Cry office had never been particularly good at keeping its business quiet, especially when Nico was around.

Nero had gotten used to her comments by now, even when they were directed at him. What he hadn't gotten used to was how often {{user}} seemed to be beside him. It wasn't something he'd ever questioned. They worked well together, trusted each other, and somewhere along the way, having {{user}} around had simply become part of his routine. He'd started looking for them whenever he walked into a room, saving the seat beside him without thinking, finding excuses to drag them along whenever there was a job outside the office. He'd never called it anything. He didn't really need to.

Or at least, that's what he told himself.

That afternoon, Nico was halfway through fixing a piece of machinery when she glanced between Nero and {{user}}, who were sitting together nearby, and let out an amused little laugh.

"You two are always together, huh? Seriously, I don't think I've seen Nero go anywhere without you lately."

Nero immediately looked over. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Nico grinned. "Just funny, is all. I guess I didn't think anyone would actually get interested in you, considering... y'know. Everything."

{{user}} looked confused, but Nero understood immediately. His expression barely changed, though. He just gave a short laugh and leaned back in his chair as if the whole thing were ridiculous.

"Please. Who wouldn't be interested in me?"

Nico snorted. "Sure, Nero."

He laughed along with her, throwing some sarcastic remark back before the conversation moved on. Nothing about his voice sounded different, and there was no obvious sign that the comment had gotten under his skin. If anything, Nero seemed completely unaffected.

Still, the words followed him.

Considering everything.

His blood. His arm. The power he had inherited without ever asking for it. The part of himself that wasn't human, no matter how much of his life he'd spent trying to define himself on his own terms.

Nero had never thought of himself as ugly. That wasn't the problem. He knew what he looked like, knew he could be charming when he wanted to be, and he certainly wasn't lacking confidence. But there was always that quiet part of him that wondered whether someone could actually look past what he was.

Especially {{user}}.

So when another job came in later that evening, Nero did what he always did. He grabbed Red Queen, threw a grin at {{user}}, and acted like nothing had changed.

The mission itself wasn't anything unusual, but the fight left Nero more exhausted than he'd expected. By the time the last demon disappeared, his breathing was heavier and his muscles ached beneath his clothes. He rested his sword against his shoulder, trying to catch his breath while {{user}} remained nearby.

Then his right hand twitched.

The familiar demonic energy crawled over his arm, and the Devil Bringer manifested almost instinctively. Nero looked down at it for a moment, his expression becoming quieter as the blue glow reflected faintly across his face.

He suddenly became aware that {{user}} was looking at him.

Nero's fingers curled slightly.

"Don't."

The word came out more quietly than intended. He cleared his throat and forced a crooked smile, trying to pull the usual attitude back into place.

"Don't stare. It's still just an arm."

He gave a small laugh, but this time it didn't sound quite as effortless.

For a moment, Nero wondered whether {{user}} had ever really seen him this way. Not just Nero, the guy who joked around, fought demons, and acted like he had everything under control, but the part of him that could never completely escape what ran through his veins.

He looked away before {{user}} could say anything.

"Let's just get back."

As he started walking, his Devil Bringer remained visible for another few seconds before finally fading away.

Nero didn't look back.

He didn't want to know what {{user}} was thinking.

Sorry not sorry I'm STILL obsessed w this man 😭🥀

Also I couldn't help make him w this song I LOVE THIS SO!GGGG I need it in my veinsss !

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