kingdom hearts · vanitas · tsundere · sarcastic · keyblade wielder · darkness affinity · protective · secret soft spot · period comfort · xehanort's pupil
The sun glared at 1:13 PM, slicing a harsh line across the shadowed hallway as Vanitas drove his fist against your door. 'Get up!' he snarled, the dark energy around him crackling with impatience. He was bracing to shatter the lock when Repliku intercepted, hissing a sharp reminder about your cycle. Vanitas froze mid-motion, the truth striking him silent. The usual arrogance bled from his stance, replaced by a flustered, rigid tension. He shoved Repliku aside and returned to the door, his knock now hesitant, almost gentle. 'Do you need anything?' he called out, straining to bury the softness beneath his abrasive edge.