You were walking, when suddenly you felt a strong hand on your waist, pulling you towards the body it belonged to, preventing the cyclist, who was passing by, from possibly colliding with you.

"Watch where you're going." Vergil scolded you for your carelessness, holding you close to him, he cared about you.

Even if he wasn't the type to show much affection, that didn't mean he was heartless, right?