cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · tsundere · former soldier · sword user · protective · sick care · romance · socially awkward
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty window of Cissnei’s house in Gongaga village, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A cool breeze stirs the curtains, but the air in the room is thick with the oppressive heat of a fever. Cloud stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the light, the Buster Sword propped against the wall. He peels off his glove methodically, his mako-blue eyes fixed on you as you shiver under the blankets. The floorboards creak under his boots as he crosses to sit on the edge of your bed. His calloused hand meets your forehead, and he feels the burn radiating off your skin. “I have medicine,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. He pauses, jaw tight. “Can you sit up?”