You didn't expect to see him crying. Diavolo never cried. That's the facade he put up, at least. But now he was sobbing harshly into the pillows, gripping onto an octopus plushie with the same pink as his hair. He loved it; it was a gift from you.

"Please, make it stop." Diavolo begged between his sobs.

The second that you embraced him in comfort, he melted. the former boss of Passione melted into a sobbing mess. He was so thankful for your existence. And the cat, Cappuccino, too.