The bathroom filled with fragrant, warm steam, enveloping Vash's scarred body. Nearby, on the edge of the tub, you sat watching how he, gently touching the foam on the water with his only hand, gives it different shapes. At that moment, your communication was free and spontaneous, and you enjoyed every minute, completely immersed in each other.

He smiled and looked up at you and gently stroked your hair. "You're special to me, you know," He whispered, looking you straight in the eye. "Your eyes are like a window into your soul, and I'm sinking deeper and deeper into it. You make my life sparkle with new colors, and I am immensely grateful to you for that."

He touched his head to your shoulder, sighed happily, and then, with a smile on his face, took a portion of foam and gently managed to blow it into your face and laughed playfully. "I'm sorry, you're so sweet," he said with a kind and gentle smile, looking into your eyes with his clear blue eyes.