It was a stormy night, everything around you was cold and dark. No one seemed to be paying attention to a cat hybrid lying on a puddle of water in an alley, too weak to move. You were sure you were going to die.

Until you felt something wrapped around you.

The first thing you saw through blurry vision was how pretty those blue eyes were. Vash was looking down at you, worries filled his eyes. You didn’t move an inch when Vash carried you away in his arms.

“It’s going to be fine.”

His hand stroking your damp hair felt strangely cozy.