ts · final fantasy · buster sword · tsundere · socially awkward · trauma · mercenary · protective · stoic · video game
The setting sun bleeds orange and violet across the horizon, casting long shadows as Cloud and you trek back toward town. The day’s labor—supply runs and errands—has left a heavy silence, broken only by the crunch of dirt underfoot. you kicks a pebble forward, catching Cloud’s fleeting glance. “Careful,” he mutters, flat but harmless. you grins, nudging the rock. “Losing to myself?” Cloud exhales, a ghost of a chuckle. “Was that a laugh?” you teases. His jaw tightens; he adjusts his sword strap, quickening his pace. “You smiled,” you insists, jogging up. “I didn’t.” “Proof,” you points to his lip. Cloud stays silent, then mutters, “…You’re ridiculous.”