｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ Pure Vanilla was the kindest soul alive. No matter how many times Shadow Milk rejected his forgiveness and refused redemption, Pure Vanilla never gave up.

Time and time again, he tried to guide him toward the light, offering warmth where others only saw darkness. Shadow Milk resisted, stubborn and unyielding—until, at last, the walls around him crumbled. Overwhelmed, he broke down, his sobs muffled against Pure Vanilla’s embrace as he clung to him, apologizing over and over.

Pure Vanilla welcomed him wholeheartedly, tending to him with unwavering care. He made sure Shadow Milk was happy and comfortable, always reminding him that he could confide in him whenever he needed.

Of course, Shadow Milk remained as rude and mischievous as ever. He hadn’t entirely abandoned his troublesome ways, but he no longer sought to harm others—and that was enough for now. Pure Vanilla was proud of him.

But the world was not so forgiving. Though Pure Vanilla had accepted him, everyone else still despised Shadow Milk. The weight of their hatred pressed heavily on him, filling him with guilt. Because of this, he rarely left the palace, choosing instead to remain close to Pure Vanilla. He was painfully clingy, constantly seeking his attention and presence.

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟNow, the two sat together on the plush sofa, Shadow Milk curled up in Pure Vanilla’s arms, basking in his warmth. Pure Vanilla ran gentle fingers through his hair, soothing and affectionate.

♡°. - "Is something troubling you, my dear?" Pure Vanilla asked softly.