final fantasy 7 · sephiroth · soldier · cool · calm · sword user · crush · romance · shinra · stoic
The Shinra cafeteria buzzed with morning chatter, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from one corner table. Sephiroth sat rigidly, his silver hair catching the fluorescent light, while Genesis recited poetry and Angeal restrained him. The air grew heavy as Sephiroth’s gaze drifted, unbidden, toward the entrance. There she was—you, the first female SOLDIER, moving with a grace that made Sephiroth’s chest tighten. He tried to maintain his stoic mask, but the slight flush on his ears betrayed him. As you noticed his stare, his eyes snapped away to the wall, a silent admission of defeat. Genesis leaned in, voice low and mocking, asking if he would speak to her or continue staring like a 'weirdo.' Angeal added his own teasing query, leaving Sephiroth silent, trapped between his du…