Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Popular Woman; Unpopular Man

A/N: Still alive

[Popular Woman; Unpopular Man]

"What are you doing in there? The shoot is about to start!" The makeup assistant rasped her knuckles loudly on the timbre door, raising her voice to be heard above the sounds of the bustle outside the door.

"I will be out in a moment!" Len informed in reply, stuffing the rest of the meal in the lunchbox into her mouth hurriedly.

"Take your time to eat." Vergil advised softly, standing behind her and holding her hair back softly so that they would not slide out of place. Her hairstylist had set her hair with loads of spray, but Len was about to be facing the unforgiving glare of lighting and the lens of a professional camera, so any stray strand of hair was an absolute no-no. "I can always get more for you tonight."

"I don't get to have your food often; I will finish everything even if the world is waiting for me." Len answered, looking up slightly to meet her boyfriend's eyes in his reflection in the mirror as he stood behind her, careful with her wavy brown hair.

The smile on his face was absolutely rare, and Len wished she could capture this moment forever, except for the fact that her phone was not next to her, and that she was rushing to finish the loving lunch that he had made for her. Making lunch for her had only been his first barrier; he had to sneak through the crowd and come into her room completely unnoticed, risking his life to come.

"I told you to take your time, but that doesn't mean you have to stare at my face and forget about the food." Len's boyfriend reminded, gesturing to bring her attention back to the lunchbox that had been carefully prepared by the man himself. While it was not rare to find a man who could cook nowadays, it was still rare to find a man who was caring and loving enough to want to make a lunchbox surprise for his girlfriend, popping up unannounced at her workplace where everyone was practically a danger to him.

Why was a photography studio a danger for Vergil Sparda?

Very easy; because the man was the older brother to a nation-famous idol Dante Sparda, dating the world-famous model Len Kaigiri. And yet, somehow being sandwiched between so many famous people, Vergil had sworn to keep his profile low and had refused to come into the limelight despite the many times he had been scouted on the streets and remarked for his resplendent looks. The man had nothing against famous people –he just didn't want to be one of them –and Len did not love him any less for it.

In fact, she was secretly glad that she had Vergil all to herself. Given the level of success that Vergil's twin was able to achieve on his own, she had no doubts that if Vergil ever chose to step into the spotlight, she would have her hands full with love rivals –and that was something she really couldn't afford with her hectic work life.

"You're thinking about funny things again." Her boyfriend clearly knew her very well as his gentle reminder brought her out of her thoughts, setting her hair down carefully and beginning to clear the meal in front of her. "Don't worry about finishing the food. I will order more for dinner. Now, go before they kick down your door thinking that you have fainted due to hunger."

"They won't. They know I've been on a diet since ages ago." Len answered with a wide smile, dabbing her lips free of food and grease before efficiently drawing her lipstick back on. Years as a model and having to keep her image had made her a professional at getting her makeup done within seconds, and this time was no different as she pressed provocative red lips against each other to even the color.

"I wonder how will this lipstick look on your neck." She suggested cheekily, watching as the man paused shortly in his motions at her words, then continue as if nothing had happened.