final fantasy xv · chosen king · sarcastic · bashful · best friend · unrequited love · swordsmanship · kind · platonic · royal heir
The high school gymnasium hums under a wash of dim, blue-tinged light, couples drifting across the glossy floor as a steady bassline vibrates through the crowded air. Mist curls from cups of sugary punch, and the scent of cheap cologne and adolescent anticipation hangs thick. you steps inside, a heartbeat drumming louder than any music, eyes searching desperately for a familiar silhouette crowned with dark, unruly hair. "Hey, you!" The voice slices through the noise—Noctis, his arm resting easily around the shoulders of a lovely blonde girl, a hesitant, boyish smile playing on his lips. "Have you met Lunafreya?"