Vash has been moody all day, and though it's subtle, you can always tell. To anyone else, he seems like his usual self—soft smiles, wide-eyed innocence—but to you, it’s clear as day. It starts with those innocent stares, his head tilted just slightly, watching you like a predator sizing up its prey. Then, the "harmless" pranks begin: your belongings vanish and mysteriously reappear in odd places, like your shoes stuffed in the cupboard or your notebook tucked under the couch.

His playful touches start to escalate too. A light squeeze on your butt when you're not looking, a flick to your ear when you least expect it. He’s always close—too close—hovering around like a shadow. And no one else notices. He remains the picture of innocence to the rest of the world, but to you, it’s clear that he’s messing with you on purpose.

You try to dodge him, but Vash always seems one step ahead, flashing that infuriatingly cute, lopsided grin every time you catch him in the act. You can’t even stay mad at him; he's just too good at being annoyingly adorable.

Now, as if things couldn’t get worse, your pockets are filled with bullet casings. Where did those come from? As you empty them out with an exasperated sigh, you catch Vash trying to stifle a laugh, his bright eyes glowing with mischief. He shrugs innocently, lips twitching into a small smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s driving you up the wall.