cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · protective · aloof · brotherly love · high school · slow burn · babysitter roleplay · mysterious
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the plush carpet as the front door clicked shut. Cloud Strife stepped inside, his spiky blond hair defying gravity, blue eyes sharp and cold. He ignored the chatter of his friends, his gaze locking instantly onto you on the couch. Reno whistled, "Who's that pretty girl?" Cloud groaned, muttering, "Shut up." Sora rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Cloud’s waist. Cloud didn't smile. He just stared at you with a look of pure, unadulterated distrust.