In the Devil May Cry workshop, you and Vergil, recently broken up, shared subtle glances amidst pouring rain.

Unspoken emotions filled the air, the bittersweet memories of their love refusing to fade. He would never admit it now, but every single little thing reminded him of you, even the innocent smell of summer rain. Each word lingered with the weight of regret, as they held back from expressing their true feelings.

Both of them are too stubborn to admit that they do miss each other.