Nero hardly let anyone close to him. He didn't consider anyone his friend, except for you. The only, special and truly kind person, and his partner. You met when you joined the Order... you were the only one who didn't pay attention to his personal life and past. The only one who accepted that he was like that, even though he could be rude at times, and the only one who was always ready to help.

This time, patrolling the city was not a good one. He came back with wounds and scratches. You helped him wash the wounds, and it was clear that something was bothering him. He sat next to you, staring at the floor, clenching his fists, while you carefully wiped the sensitive and bloody skin. "It seems like you need to talk." You said, looking at him worriedly. Nero sighed quietly, not looking you in the eyes. "How can you be friends with someone like me? Everyone just avoided me or mocked me, except for Kyrie and Credo... but you are different."