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"Hey, do you guys want some muffins?"

You weren't the BEST baker in the world, but no one could resist a chance to try some of your goods. Most of the time you'd make cakes, or macaroons, but now you had made muffins! You decided to really test your baking skills by making every single muffin different. Strawberry for Dante, Peppermint for Nero, Blueberry for Vergil, Chocolate for Trish, Vanilla for Kyrie, and Cinnamon for Credo. You had been so caught up in making muffins, that you had forgotten to make yourself one. Often you would sell your cakes around town to get some extra cash for yourself. Of course, you wouldn't charge your friends.

"__________, were you some kind of baking god in the past life?" Dante chuckled biting into his strawberry muffin.

"No." You smiled at the compliment. Everyone was really enjoying your baking! You even noticed some were giving pieces of eachother's muffin to others to see if EVERY muffin was impeccable, and they were! There was just one person who still had not taken their muffin. You looked around the room but he was no where to be seen. "Hey? Have any of you seem Vergil?" You asked the group.

"Beats me." Dante answered picking a piece of strawberry from the muffin and eating it. "If he's not in his room, he's gone who the hell knows where." You walked upstairs carrying the warm blueberry muffin on your plate. If anyone was watching, they would think you were a servant about to serve a king. You held the plate in one hand and used your other to knock several times on the door to Vergil's room. A good minute passed of silence before you heard some footsteps and the door flew wide open. Almost dropping the muffin, you jumped out of the way to not get.

"What is it?" Vergil asked not even saying hello first. You held up the plate and made an adorable face at him.

"I braught you a blueberry muffin!

Vergil looked at the muffin and plainly said. "No thank you."

This was offensive to you. No one could resist your baked goods! How could Vergil simply say no to such a delicious, fresh out of the oven muffin? Plus it was blueberry! "Really? Well, I made it specially for you. Everyone else got a muffin. I even went out and bought blueberries just for your own muffin!" You explained lightly kicking the ground.

Vergil remained staring at the muffin before looking at you with his blue eyes that made the blueberries jealous. "Of all flavors, why did you make it blueberry?" He asked with his usual cold and uncaring tone.

You grasped the silver plate strongly and moved it around, playing with the muffin. "What? You don't like blueberry?" You mumbled trying to hide the fact that you had made a mistake.

"No." You could've sworn he did like blueberry! "Why did you think I would?" He asked as if reading your mind.

Now you felt embarrassed. You had guessed everyone else's enjoyable flavor correct! Dante obviously with his strawberries, you had even guessed Credo liked cinnamon, and you had only seen him a few times! Yet, the one person who you didn't guess right was Vergil, and you saw him as a very good friend of yours. He was the only person who seemed to listen to you when something was wrong. Listen, no talking, just listening. Maybe he was just judging you in his head and repeating, Foolish human, over and over. Yet, you always thought you had a little something special... A LITTLE! "It's just... you wear blue so..." That was honestly the only answer you could give him. You never saw him eat anything to guess what kind of flavors he liked, and honestly you had run out of flavors to make the muffins. Vergil just raised an eyebrow at your answer. Obviously, this had not gone according to your plan. "Okay..." You sighed. "I'll just take this muffin back." You slouched over sadly eyeing your wasted blueberry muffin. Just when you were going to slip into a state of sadness, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you faced Vergil who's features were now soft as opposed to his common hard glare.

"Do you have a muffin?" He asked you, his voice now nearly a whisper.

You shook your head and blushed. "No. I had forgotten to make myself one."

"Then let's share this one." Your eyes widened. Sharing is caring! He cares about you! You smiled and you took the muffin in your hands. Pulling from the middle, you tried to part the muffin into two pieces, but you failed miserably as it just crumbled in your hand. Vergil chuckled watching you struggle and took the muffin. "Allow me." He threw the muffin into the air and shot one of his summoned swords to perfectly slice the muffin into two. The blueberry pieces landed nicely on the plate and you couldn't help but smile at the astonishing feat. You lived with demons, but that didn't mean you had stopped being impressed by their powers.

You sat with Vergil in his room quietly eating your own blueberry muffin piece. Looking over at Vergil, you noticed how he was slowly eating the muffin, and staring at the floor in deep thought. "Do you like it?" You asked, snapping Vergil out of his own thought limbo.

"Mh..." Vergil nodded swallowing a blueberry. "You have an amazing baking power."

"..."

"..."

"HAHAHAHA!" You nearly fell off your chair bursting out into laughter. For Vergil, power was everything, and him telling you that you had BAKING power was just too much. Vergil growled, lightly crushing his muffin. "HA-ha-ha... ah... You're funny."

"I did not know you found me humorous." Vergil glared at you as you held in another urge to laugh.

But failed.

"HAHAHAHA!" You had to put your muffin back on the plate or else you would've tossed it on accident. You were grabbing your sides that were threatning to burst from all your laughter. After you calmed down, you continued to eat your muffin piece. Vergil was right, you DID have baking powers! You were savoring the taste of your work and you couldn't help but shove as much of the muffin into your mouth as possible. The two of you finished your muffin pieces until there was nothing but a few crumbs left on the plate. "It was delicious wasn't it?" Vergil slowly nodded as you were filled with glee. "Well, I'm going to go ask everyone else if they liked the muffins." You walked downstairs to see that everyone had already finished their own muffins.

Dante walked over to you and patted your back. "Those were good-- Hey where did your muffin go?"

"It was Vergil's." You said raising an eyebrow at Dante.

"... Blueberry?"

"What about it?"

Dante looked at you rather surprise and leaned closer to you. "He ate it?"

"Get to the point Dante! What's wrong?" You asked becoming frustrated with the red coated devil's strange behavior.

"Well, he hates blueberries!"

"I know--"

"NO! Like... HATES THEM!" Dante explained over stressing his words. "When we were kids we tried some blueberry pancakes, and I remember he threw up afterwards and became super sick! It wasn't that he was allergic or anything like that, but he had a very bad reaction to them! He's never touched a blueberry since!"

You remained standing there rather surprised. If Vergil hated them so much... why did he share the muffin with you? It wouldn't have been hard for him to decline, since he would always speak his mind about things he disliked. He had even admitted (in his way) that he liked your baking! Vergil walked down stairs and you couldn't help but notice he looked rather pale. "You should've said you didn't like blueberries!" You yelled, feeling bad for him.

"I did." He answered sternly. He stopped in front of you and glared. "But the last thing I needed was for you to walk down here crying your eyes out all over a simple muffin."

Vergil left the room mumbling something to himself, leaving you and Dante alone. Dante chuckled and clicked his tonuge. "Nice job, _________. You actually showed us the devil can love." You tilted your head in question. Dante gestured for you to come closer, which you did. He crossed his arms and leaned his head to the side and spoke quietly to you. "Listen, I've known my brother literally before I was born, and I know that when he doesn't want to do something he wont do it! He especially would never do something for a human."

You had caught on with what he was trying to say, and you blushed faintly at the idea that Vergil had some sort of feelings for you. "Come on, it's not that!" You laughed lightly punching Dante on the shoulder, but he didn't seem to be joking.

"You made him eat something he hates, just because you were about to cry. If I cried Vergil would ignore me, and I'm family! ... So what does that make you?" Dante had ended the conversation there, and went to go talk to Nero. You remained standing there quietly looking down at the empty silver plate in front of you. Vergil came back into the room and you straightened up as he passed you.

"Sorry." You mumbled to him.

"The muffin wasn't that bad." Vergil responded halting his step. "Just don't make me anything with blueberries again, alright?" You blinked at the gentleness of his voice. He was waiting for you to respond, but your brain was malfunctioning.

"Y-yes. That would be a good idea." You stuttered out, cursing in your head for acting so nervous.

"Good." Imedietly after that you ran to the kitchen and took the blueberries out of the fridge. No blueberries ever again! Trish was watching you as you frantically crushed the berries in the bag.

"You know, some of us like blueberries." You ignored her as you disposed the blueberries in the trash.

"I'm never baking with blueberries again." And you kept that promise. From then on, you'd bake things using other ingredients besides blueberries, and Vergil would never complain. Dante would still bug you about the blueberry incident, but you had learn to ignore him. You had decided to take requests from your friends on what to bake next, and today Vergil came up to you to ask for something. "Yes, how may I serve you?" You asked with a wide smile on your face.

"That blueberry muffin you had made a week ago... it really wasn't bad. You should make them for everyone." He suggested.

"Coming right up." Vergil said he didn't like blueberries, but one thing was certain, he liked you.

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"Hey, do you guys want some muffins?"

You weren't the BEST baker in the world, but no one could resist a chance to try some of your goods. Most of the time you'd make cakes, or macaroons, but now you had made muffins! You decided to really test your baking skills by making every single muffin different. Strawberry for Dante, Peppermint for Nero, Blueberry for Vergil, Chocolate for Trish, Vanilla for Kyrie, and Cinnamon for Credo. You had been so caught up in making muffins, that you had forgotten to make yourself one. Often you would sell your cakes around town to get some extra cash for yourself. Of course, you wouldn't charge your friends.

"__________, were you some kind of baking god in the past life?" Dante chuckled biting into his strawberry muffin.

"No." You smiled at the compliment. Everyone was really enjoying your baking! You even noticed some were giving pieces of eachother's muffin to others to see if EVERY muffin was impeccable, and they were! There was just one person who still had not taken their muffin. You looked around the room but he was no where to be seen. "Hey? Have any of you seem Vergil?" You asked the group.

"Beats me." Dante answered picking a piece of strawberry from the muffin and eating it. "If he's not in his room, he's gone who the hell knows where." You walked upstairs carrying the warm blueberry muffin on your plate. If anyone was watching, they would think you were a servant about to serve a king. You held the plate in one hand and used your other to knock several times on the door to Vergil's room. A good minute passed of silence before you heard some footsteps and the door flew wide open. Almost dropping the muffin, you jumped out of the way to not get.

"What is it?" Vergil asked not even saying hello first. You held up the plate and made an adorable face at him.

"I braught you a blueberry muffin!

Vergil looked at the muffin and plainly said. "No thank you."

This was offensive to you. No one could resist your baked goods! How could Vergil simply say no to such a delicious, fresh out of the oven muffin? Plus it was blueberry! "Really? Well, I made it specially for you. Everyone else got a muffin. I even went out and bought blueberries just for your own muffin!" You explained lightly kicking the ground.

Vergil remained staring at the muffin before looking at you with his blue eyes that made the blueberries jealous. "Of all flavors, why did you make it blueberry?" He asked with his usual cold and uncaring tone.

You grasped the silver plate strongly and moved it around, playing with the muffin. "What? You don't like blueberry?" You mumbled trying to hide the fact that you had made a mistake.

"No." You could've sworn he did like blueberry! "Why did you think I would?" He asked as if reading your mind.

Now you felt embarrassed. You had guessed everyone else's enjoyable flavor correct! Dante obviously with his strawberries, you had even guessed Credo liked cinnamon, and you had only seen him a few times! Yet, the one person who you didn't guess right was Vergil, and you saw him as a very good friend of yours. He was the only person who seemed to listen to you when something was wrong. Listen, no talking, just listening. Maybe he was just judging you in his head and repeating, Foolish human, over and over. Yet, you always thought you had a little something special... A LITTLE! "It's just... you wear blue so..." That was honestly the only answer you could give him. You never saw him eat anything to guess what kind of flavors he liked, and honestly you had run out of flavors to make the muffins. Vergil just raised an eyebrow at your answer. Obviously, this had not gone according to your plan. "Okay..." You sighed. "I'll just take this muffin back." You slouched over sadly eyeing your wasted blueberry muffin. Just when you were going to slip into a state of sadness, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you faced Vergil who's features were now soft as opposed to his common hard glare.

"Do you have a muffin?" He asked you, his voice now nearly a whisper.

You shook your head and blushed. "No. I had forgotten to make myself one."

"Then let's share this one." Your eyes widened. Sharing is caring! He cares about you! You smiled and you took the muffin in your hands. Pulling from the middle, you tried to part the muffin into two pieces, but you failed miserably as it just crumbled in your hand. Vergil chuckled watching you struggle and took the muffin. "Allow me." He threw the muffin into the air and shot one of his summoned swords to perfectly slice the muffin into two. The blueberry pieces landed nicely on the plate and you couldn't help but smile at the astonishing feat. You lived with demons, but that didn't mean you had stopped being impressed by their powers.

You sat with Vergil in his room quietly eating your own blueberry muffin piece. Looking over at Vergil, you noticed how he was slowly eating the muffin, and staring at the floor in deep thought. "Do you like it?" You asked, snapping Vergil out of his own thought limbo.

"Mh..." Vergil nodded swallowing a blueberry. "You have an amazing baking power."

"..."

"..."

"HAHAHAHA!" You nearly fell off your chair bursting out into laughter. For Vergil, power was everything, and him telling you that you had BAKING power was just too much. Vergil growled, lightly crushing his muffin. "HA-ha-ha... ah... You're funny."

"I did not know you found me humorous." Vergil glared at you as you held in another urge to laugh.

But failed.

"HAHAHAHA!" You had to put your muffin back on the plate or else you would've tossed it on accident. You were grabbing your sides that were threatning to burst from all your laughter. After you calmed down, you continued to eat your muffin piece. Vergil was right, you DID have baking powers! You were savoring the taste of your work and you couldn't help but shove as much of the muffin into your mouth as possible. The two of you finished your muffin pieces until there was nothing but a few crumbs left on the plate. "It was delicious wasn't it?" Vergil slowly nodded as you were filled with glee. "Well, I'm going to go ask everyone else if they liked the muffins." You walked downstairs to see that everyone had already finished their own muffins.

Dante walked over to you and patted your back. "Those were good-- Hey where did your muffin go?"

"It was Vergil's." You said raising an eyebrow at Dante.

"... Blueberry?"

"What about it?"

Dante looked at you rather surprise and leaned closer to you. "He ate it?"

"Get to the point Dante! What's wrong?" You asked becoming frustrated with the red coated devil's strange behavior.

"Well, he hates blueberries!"

"I know--"

"NO! Like... HATES THEM!" Dante explained over stressing his words. "When we were kids we tried some blueberry pancakes, and I remember he threw up afterwards and became super sick! It wasn't that he was allergic or anything like that, but he had a very bad reaction to them! He's never touched a blueberry since!"

You remained standing there rather surprised. If Vergil hated them so much... why did he share the muffin with you? It wouldn't have been hard for him to decline, since he would always speak his mind about things he disliked. He had even admitted (in his way) that he liked your baking! Vergil walked down stairs and you couldn't help but notice he looked rather pale. "You should've said you didn't like blueberries!" You yelled, feeling bad for him.

"I did." He answered sternly. He stopped in front of you and glared. "But the last thing I needed was for you to walk down here crying your eyes out all over a simple muffin."

Vergil left the room mumbling something to himself, leaving you and Dante alone. Dante chuckled and clicked his tonuge. "Nice job, _________. You actually showed us the devil can love." You tilted your head in question. Dante gestured for you to come closer, which you did. He crossed his arms and leaned his head to the side and spoke quietly to you. "Listen, I've known my brother literally before I was born, and I know that when he doesn't want to do something he wont do it! He especially would never do something for a human."

You had caught on with what he was trying to say, and you blushed faintly at the idea that Vergil had some sort of feelings for you. "Come on, it's not that!" You laughed lightly punching Dante on the shoulder, but he didn't seem to be joking.

"You made him eat something he hates, just because you were about to cry. If I cried Vergil would ignore me, and I'm family! ... So what does that make you?" Dante had ended the conversation there, and went to go talk to Nero. You remained standing there quietly looking down at the empty silver plate in front of you. Vergil came back into the room and you straightened up as he passed you.

"Sorry." You mumbled to him.

"The muffin wasn't that bad." Vergil responded halting his step. "Just don't make me anything with blueberries again, alright?" You blinked at the gentleness of his voice. He was waiting for you to respond, but your brain was malfunctioning.

"Y-yes. That would be a good idea." You stuttered out, cursing in your head for acting so nervous.

"Good." Imedietly after that you ran to the kitchen and took the blueberries out of the fridge. No blueberries ever again! Trish was watching you as you frantically crushed the berries in the bag.

"You know, some of us like blueberries." You ignored her as you disposed the blueberries in the trash.

"I'm never baking with blueberries again." And you kept that promise. From then on, you'd bake things using other ingredients besides blueberries, and Vergil would never complain. Dante would still bug you about the blueberry incident, but you had learn to ignore him. You had decided to take requests from your friends on what to bake next, and today Vergil came up to you to ask for something. "Yes, how may I serve you?" You asked with a wide smile on your face.

"That blueberry muffin you had made a week ago... it really wasn't bad. You should make them for everyone." He suggested.

"Coming right up." Vergil said he didn't like blueberries, but one thing was certain, he liked you.