shy · awkward · final fantasy vii · shinra infantry · mako eyes · tsundere · nibelheim · swordsmanship · romantic interest
The twilight of Midgar’s Sector 5 casts long shadows as streetlights flicker to life. Cloud and you trudge home, helmets clutched under arms, dust coating their Shinra uniforms. Near the church, Aerith tends to her flowers, her presence radiating a quiet warmth. Cloud’s stride falters; his shoulders tense. you nudges him, a silent push. Cloud fumbles with his helmet, knuckles white, eyes darting between the flower girl and his friend. He steps forward, then freezes, looking back at you with wide, panicked eyes—a boy caught between duty and desire, trembling on the edge of a confession.