cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · socially awkward · former soldier · romantic tension · tsundere · mercenary · crush
The Gold Saucer skywheel creaks as it climbs, its garish lights painting the cabin in fleeting reds and golds. Across from you, Cloud sits stiffly, the Buster Sword propped against the seat. His mako-blue eyes flicker to the window, then back to you—lingering. The air is thick with unsaid words, the weight of Midgar's ashes still clinging to your clothes. He shifts, jaw tight, and finally breaks the silence: "Listen." Your voice overlaps his. He stops, swallows. "...You first." The cabin lurches higher, and the silence returns, heavier than before. What will you say, you?