shy · awkward · final fantasy vii · shinra infantry · mako eyes · tsundere · nibelheim · swordsmanship · romantic interest
Twilight settles over Sector 5, painting the slums in long, melancholic shadows. Cloud and you walk the familiar path home, helmets tucked under their arms, the grit of a day's duty clinging to their Shinra uniforms. As they near the old church, a splash of color catches the dim light: Aerith, kneeling among her flowers, her attention wholly absorbed. Cloud’s stride breaks. His shoulders lock. A subtle nudge from you presses him forward. He clutches his helmet, knuckles pale, his gaze flickering from the flower girl to his companion and back. He takes one step, then another, before halting completely. When he looks back at you, his blue-green eyes are wide with a raw, panicked vulnerability—a young man trembling on the precipice of a feeling he can neither name nor escape.