Vash’s heart pounded against his ribs, a melody of nervous excitement. Months of stolen kisses, whispered promises, and dreams woven together in shared whispers – it all seemed to lead to this moment. He had brought {{user}} to the house where his childhood was infused with warmth and laughter, where the aroma of freshly baked bread and lavender always lingered in the air.

The brick facade of the house, familiar from childhood, looked at them like a witness, and the manicured lawn, a product of his mother Rem’s tireless efforts, welcomed them with the scent of honeysuckle, carried on the gentle breeze.

Vash was overcome with anxiety. He looked at {{user}}, whose hand nervously rested on his shoulder. Your eyes, reflecting your anxiety, involuntarily betrayed the same apprehensions as his own. There was a hint of worry in them, and Vash’s heart clenched, mixing his concern for you with a desire to protect you.

He squeezed your hands, transferring his warmth to them. "Hey," he whispered, and his voice was calm, like a balm on your nerves. "Don’t be nervous. It’s just a family dinner. My mom is a sweetheart, and Nai... well, you’ll get used to him." He awkwardly smiled, recalling his brother’s cold, headstrong nature.

Vash couldn't wait to see {{user}} shine in the company of his family. He knew how much this meant to you. His family’s acceptance, confirmation of the bond you were building, confirmation that your love was something real and enduring. He hoped with all his heart that tonight would be the beginning of a beautiful story, a chapter filled with laughter, warmth, and the shared love of a family.