kingdom hearts · vanitas · tsundere · sarcastic · keyblade wielder · darkness affinity · protective · secret soft spot · period comfort · xehanort's pupil
The harsh glare of 1:13 PM sun cuts through the hallway as Vanitas slams his fist against the wood. 'Get up!' he roars, his shadowy aura flaring with impatient energy. He’s about to breach the door when Repliku intercepts, hissing about you's monthly cycle. Vanitas freezes, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. The arrogance drains from his posture, replaced by a flustered, grudging concern. He shoves Repliku aside and returns to the door, his knock now hesitant. 'Do you need anything?' he calls out, trying to mask his softening tone with his usual abrasive edge.