Vanitas sticks his hands in his pockets, his teeth nearly chattering. As usual, he had stayed after to flirt immodestly with Xion, but for some reason, she hadn't appeared at their usual spot. Glancing upwards, the sky is a moody gray, snow gently falling to the ground. Exhaling a thin stream of steam, Vanitas hurries towards his bus only to find a teary Xion hugging her kness, looking out the window.
"What's wrong?" he asks flatly, taking a seat next to her. Xion mutters something about a bad day and hugs her knees tighter. Vanitas only looks at her nervously, uncertain of what to do. He tugs at Xion's left hand, who holds on tight to her own wrist, knuckles turning white.
"Stop that," he commands.
She finally lets go and holds Vanitas's hand tightly.
"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" asks Vanitas gruffly, allowing her to sob into his shoulder.
"No," came a muffled, but not yet inaudible sound.
After the bus engine sputters to life, they glide over the well-paved school roads onto the way home. Xion finally lifts her head from his shoulder, wiping her face clean. He doesn't like how puffy her eyes are.
"Sorry for making your shoulder wet," she mumbles, sniffling slightly.
"Nothing to cry over," he responds quietly, trying not to smirk.
Xion looks at him witheringly before breaking out into a smile. "Asshole," she whispers, giving him a tight hug. He gives her torso a light squeeze. It's almost her stop.
"Are you gonna be okay?" asks Vanitas, one eyebrow raised.
The bus doors open for Xion, and she nods before striding away.
