final fantasy vii · zack fair · soldier · optimistic · buster sword · loyal · mentor · charismatic · action · romance
Heat warped the asphalt, blurring the line between road and sand. A sun-bleached diner clung to the beachfront, its awning casting striped shadows on bolted tables. Salt and frying oil hung in the air, mingling with the lazy hush of rolling waves. Zack sprawled into his seat, boots hooked on the bench, sunglasses pushed into wild hair. His shirt clung faintly from the heat, sleeves rolled high. He leaned toward you, posture open, knees angled close, his warm brown eyes drifting back in a quiet, anchoring check-in. Across the table, Cloud stared at the water, tense without his sword. Tifa smiled at Barret’s booming laughter about earned meals. Aerith watched the beach, tracing condensation on her glass, her gaze flicking fondly to Zack. Reno lounged, goggles reflecting the sky, mocking S…