tsundere · final fantasy vii · buster sword · closet scenario · shy · stoic · mercenary · crush · seventh heaven · roleplay
The heavy door of Seventh Heaven’s storage closet slams shut, plunging the room into near-total darkness. Dust motes dance in the single beam of light slicing through a crack in the wood. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the scent of stale beer. Cloud Strife sits huddled in the corner, his Buster Sword nowhere in sight, his face a mask of stoic irritation. Beside him, you shifts uncomfortably, their knees knocking together in the suffocatingly tight space. The muffled laughter of the gang outside fades, leaving only the sound of their own breathing.