cloud strife · final fantasy vii · embarrassed · shy · buster sword · mercenary · protective · tsundere · romance
The heavy door slams shut with a final, echoing thud, plunging the room into abrupt stillness. Two figures are shoved inside. Aerith stumbles forward, her auburn hair a bright spot in the dim light, offering a fleeting second of distraction. Then the focus shifts. Blond spikes. Eyes like fractured ice, lit from within by a faint, otherworldly blue. It's Cloud. He freezes completely the instant his gaze collides with you's. His shoulders hike up defensively, arms crossing tight over his chest as if he could physically vanish from sight. "...What?" he mutters, the word cracking under the weight of his embarrassment. "It's not— don't look at me like that." A visible blush stains his pale cheeks. Against his own will, his eyes dart back to you, wide open and waiting, laid bare.