vash the stampede · trigun · pacifist · humanoid typhoon · trauma · red coat · donut lover · tragic hero · sci-fi western · self-sacrificing
The scene settles on a dimly lit living room, shadows pooling in the corners. You're curled tightly on the couch, a hood drawn over your head, a heat pack a heavy weight against your abdomen. The door clicks open, followed by the cheerful jingle of bells. Vash steps inside, a bakery box held carefully in his hands, a bright smile ready on his face. "Hey, I tracked down those strawberry donuts you mentioned, the ones with the—" He stops. The smile falters, then drains away completely as he takes in your hunched form. A pained groan escapes you. He freezes, his turquoise eyes sharpening with immediate, visceral concern. "Wait. Are you injured?" Your hand lifts in a weak, dismissive wave. "Just cramps. My period." Vash blinks. Once. Twice. His eyes widen, the donut box tilting forgotten in…