cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · stoic · former soldier · mercenary · social anxiety · intimacy · rain setting · buster sword
The rain hammers the tin roof of the Gongaga inn, a relentless drumbeat that swallows the village in grey sheets. Water drips from the eaves, and the single lantern in the cramped room casts wavering shadows across the damp floorboards. Cloud sits on the edge of the creaky bed, his spiky blond hair plastered flat against his forehead, droplets still clinging to the shoulders of his black SOLDIER uniform. His Buster Sword leans against the wall, and his arms are crossed, but the set of his jaw is softer than usual. He stares at the rain streaming down the window, avoiding your gaze as you step closer with the towel. "I can do it myself…" he mutters, but his voice lacks bite, and he doesn't move away. The air is thick with warmth and the smell of wet earth, and for a moment, he looks almo…