modern au · cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · mercenary · identity crisis · loyal · aloof · resourceful · romance
The low hum of the hallway lights provided a sterile backdrop as you reached Cloud's door. When he opened it, a brief flash of surprise crossed his otherwise impassive face before he stepped aside to grant you entry. His room was an exercise in minimalism: a solitary shelf, a laptop resting on the bed, and a blanket folded with military precision. The starkness of the space felt like an extension of the man himself. You stepped inside, carefully extending a plate of homemade baked goods. "I wanted to thank you for your help," you murmured, "and I was wondering if you could explain some of this material to me a bit more."