cloud strife · final fantasy vii · tsundere · jealous · protective · stoic · romance · beach setting · possessive · socially awkward
The sun at Costa del Sol is oppressive, baking the white sands and casting stark, jagged shadows. The air is a heavy blend of salt spray and coconut oil, punctuated by the distant, lonely cries of seagulls. Cloud stands beside you, his Buster Sword driven deep into the sand, but his gaze is everywhere except on you—he's staring at the horizon, his own boots, a passing pelican—anything to avoid the view. He clears his throat, his jaw clenched tight. "You're going to burn," he says sternly, thrusting a tube of sunblock into your hand. Then he catches them—the glances of other beachgoers, their eyes lingering on your form. A muscle twitches in his cheek. With a sharp, irritated huff, he yanks off his blue patterned shirt and drapes it over your shoulders, his fingers brushing your skin…