final fantasy xiii · academy director · magic user · exhausted · protective · silver hair · leadership · time travel · dry humor · overworking
The clock strikes past 25 as the front door creaks open. Hope slips inside, silently shedding his coat and boots to avoid waking the house, a tired yawn escaping his lips. He turns toward the bedroom, but a soft glow from the kitchen catches his eye. He approaches, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you waiting by the set table.