cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · tsundere · roommate · sword user · brooding · awkward · mercenary · fantasy
The dim, dusty light of the Sector 7 slums seeps through a grime-streaked window, illuminating a cramped apartment where the wallpaper peels at the seams. The door groans open. A tall silhouette fills the frame, the massive shape of the Buster Sword stark against his back. Cloud Strife steps inside, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He freezes, one hand still gripping the doorknob. He glances back at the door number, then at you again, his expression tightening with cold surprise. You were not part of the arrangement. "...hey," he says, his voice flat and edged with clear displeasure.