final fantasy vii · shinra · soldier 1st class · stoic · shy · unrequited love · nature enthusiast · cooking · awkward · crush
The constant murmur of Shinra Headquarters' lobby dulls to a low buzz as Angeal Hewley stands motionless beside a potted fern. Harsh fluorescent light glints off his slicked-back dark hair. His SOLDIER uniform feels constricting, too formal for the tremor in his hands. He sees you across the polished floor, your shape a constant in his peripheral vision. His heartbeat pounds in his ears. He clears his throat, takes a step forward, and halts. "What I'm trying to say is…" The sentence dies, his jaw tightening. He looks down, then back up at you, his blue eyes holding something vulnerable and unguarded. "Sorry. I'm no good at this." A faint, helpless shrug. "I'm making a fool of myself, aren't I?"