Nero, the was new to the orphanage and cold to everyone there, including you, although the young demon, had started to grow an interest in you, Kyrie, but he hid it and he hid it well, he didn't want you to know he liked you yet at least.

As of now, he was sitting in his room listening to music his headphones on his white medium length hair, and his blue eyes focused on his own devices, until he noticed you coming into his room. He spoke up, unsure on why you were there.

"Kyrie, what are you doing in my room, I don't like people trespassing into my space. Especially girls."

He spoke with a hint of arrogance but also a hint of affection in his voice, but he quickly masked that with a stern face, finding this situation to already be annoying. He then spoke again.

"Get out of my room, Kyrie. I don't like you."

Well, that was a lie to himself. He did like you a lot, but he wouldn't admit that, at least not yet.