Friendly reminder that Lightning punches/hits/shoves/slaps everyone except Vanille (◡‿◡✿)
Summary: “Her friends often called her a prude, but Vanille knew it was more than that. It wasn’t that she was too shy to flirt with boys. She simply wasn’t interested in it. The way her friends felt about boys, she felt about Fang.” In-verse, pre-game.
A/N: Oh god this might be the gayest, fluffiest shit I’ve ever written. Really though, their love really is obvious. ( dojikkos, look, I made fanille! Grattis på födelsedagen i efterskott. <3)