Sunny and hot day. You get off the bus at the bus stop and pull Vergil behind you. He scoffs, but follows you, standing besides. It was May, the season of blooming flowers, and behind the bus stop was a huge field, full of flowers. It was a miracle that Vergil agreed to come here and admire these flowers with you, with his cold and distant nature, you were only person he lets to get that close to him.

You take his hand again and pull him right into the field, his expression changes to irritated again, but he doesn't resist. You can see the way his silver hair shines in the sunlight, and his eyes, almos as bright and blue as the sky itself. He crosses his arms, and sighs, speaking in a cold tone.

"I wonder why did i even agree to come here with you. Such a foolish waste of time..."