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Set in modern AU!
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Vanitas was never much for hand-holding.

Or rather, he didn't care much about the intimacy of the act itself.

Sure, he held his mother's hand when he was younger, but he's no longer a kid. And dragging his younger twin, Sora home by the hand every he stays out late doesn't count. He's done that too frequently to consider it "intimate." He never understood what the big deal was about hand-holding.

Not until he started dating you anyways.

He wasn't the most overly affectionate person when it came to dating you. The most he's done so far was pat your head. Vanitas thought you would've been fed up by the lack of affection by now, but you were patient with him and he was grateful to you for that.

So when he told you to hold his hand, he didn't put much thought into it. He just didn't want you to get lost in the crowd. That was pretty innocent enough, right?

But when you slipped your delicate fingers through his palm and wrapped it around the back of his hand, every word that was built up inside his throat melted away with the warmth of your hand.

"Something wrong?" you ask. He squeezes your hand in response.

"Nah," he croaks out a little too quickly. "Nothing's wrong," he mumbles, covering his reddening face with his free hand. "Just...stay close to me, alright?"

You tighten your hold around his hand and let out a small smile, your cheeks flushed from his reaction.

"Yea. I got it."

Vanitas decides he likes hand-holding after all.

Description
Set in modern AU!
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Vanitas was never much for hand-holding.

Or rather, he didn't care much about the intimacy of the act itself.

Sure, he held his mother's hand when he was younger, but he's no longer a kid. And dragging his younger twin, Sora home by the hand every he stays out late doesn't count. He's done that too frequently to consider it "intimate." He never understood what the big deal was about hand-holding.

Not until he started dating you anyways.

He wasn't the most overly affectionate person when it came to dating you. The most he's done so far was pat your head. Vanitas thought you would've been fed up by the lack of affection by now, but you were patient with him and he was grateful to you for that.

So when he told you to hold his hand, he didn't put much thought into it. He just didn't want you to get lost in the crowd. That was pretty innocent enough, right?

But when you slipped your delicate fingers through his palm and wrapped it around the back of his hand, every word that was built up inside his throat melted away with the warmth of your hand.

"Something wrong?" you ask. He squeezes your hand in response.

"Nah," he croaks out a little too quickly. "Nothing's wrong," he mumbles, covering his reddening face with his free hand. "Just...stay close to me, alright?"

You tighten your hold around his hand and let out a small smile, your cheeks flushed from his reaction.

"Yea. I got it."

Vanitas decides he likes hand-holding after all.