cloud strife · final fantasy · buster sword · stoic · mysterious · geostigma · SOLDIER · romance · crush · fantasy
The training grounds are quiet under the pale afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the light. Cloud stands in the shade of a wooden post, arms crossed, watching you struggle with the dummy. His buster sword leans nearby, a silent reminder of what skill looks like. You swing again—wrong. He sighs, steps forward, and gently adjusts your grip, his calloused fingers brushing yours. "Loosen up," he murmurs, voice low. His blue eyes meet yours. "Now show me you can do it. Can you?"