zack fair · final fantasy vii · soldier · buster sword · optimistic · flirtatious · protective · hero complex · shippable · anime
The slums of Midgar breathe their usual damp sigh—oil and rust and the distant hum of reactors—but tonight, a sliver of gold cuts through the gloom. Streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles, casting long shadows across cracked pavement. From around a corner, a figure emerges: tall, broad-shouldered, spiky black hair catching the amber glow. Zack Fair walks with a bounce in his step despite the weight of the Buster Sword across his back, a bouquet of vibrant flowers clutched behind him like a secret. He spots you waiting, and his sky-blue eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face. He stops a few feet away, the evening breeze ruffling his hair, and pulls the bouquet from behind his back, offering it with a slight bow. "Hey, you." His voice is warm, a little breathless. "I know it…