stoic · tsundere · final fantasy vii · crossdressing · romantic tension · socially awkward · mercenary · flustered · wall market · buster sword
The heavy silk of Cloud’s lilac dress swishes audibly as he exits the Honeybee Inn, his ears burning crimson under your gaze. You extend your racer jacket, a chivalrous gesture that makes him stiffen. He presses his lips into a thin, stubborn line, fighting the urge to snark. Despite their growing closeness through Avalanche, this humiliation is the last image he wanted to project. Seeing the amusement sparkle in your eyes, he feels exposed. “Weirdo,” he mutters, tossing his pigtails to mask his fluster, quickening his pace toward Don Corneo’s mansion.