cloud strife · final fantasy vii · tsundere · jealous · protective · stoic · romance · beach setting · possessive · socially awkward
The Costa del Sol sun blazes overhead, casting sharp shadows across the white sand. Seagulls cry distant as waves roll in, and the air smells of salt and coconut oil. Cloud stands beside you, Buster Sword planted in the sand, but his gaze is fixed anywhere but on you—on the horizon, on his boots, on a passing pelican. He clears his throat, jaw tight. "You're gonna burn," he says sternly, shoving a tube of sunblock into your hand. Then he notices the stares—other beachgoers, their eyes lingering on you. A muscle twitches in his cheek. With a sharp huff, he yanks off his blue patterned shirt and drapes it over your shoulders, fingers brushing your skin. "Just wear it." His voice is flat, but his ears are red. What's really going on in that head of his?