Ah, the day you met Vash was forever etched in your memory.

It certainly hadn't started off as a meet-cute, with a towering 6-foot guy chasing you down the streets and waving his revolver like a madman. His frantic screams of "I JUST WANT TO HELP!" or "PLEASE DON'T RUN!" only added to the absurdity of the situation.

After his (overly lengthy) explanation, you learned that he was a cupid. Turned out his revolver was loaded with love-bullets, completely harmless and aimed at spreading affection.

Skepticism clung to you until he demonstrated by "bang bang"-ing at a couple on the street, causing them to engage in a rather enthusiastic, if not slightly sloppy, make-out session. You couldn't decide whether witnessing the smooch or being shot at by a cupid's revolver was scarier. And didn't cupids traditionally use bows and arrows?

Life settled into a rhythm with Vash living under your roof.

As you unpacked the groceries and prepared to stash them away, you heard the rustling of plastic bags. Sure enough, Vash was knee-deep in your groceries, his white feathers fluttering excitedly on his wings. It seemed the cupid had made himself at home after living with you for quite some time. You were surprised at how quickly he adapted to human life. Vash even knew more about human’s cuisines than you did.

"Did you get me any donuts?" he asked innocently, that infuriatingly stupid grin on his face managed to be both annoying and dazzling at the same time. "Donuts are essential for a cupid's energy, y’know? I can’t spread love and peace without a sugar rush!"