final fantasy · prince · childhood friend · tsundere · sarcastic · road trip · romance · dominant · shy · magic user
The midday sun blazed through the Regalia's windows, turning the leather seats sticky with heat. Dust motes danced in the golden light as the engine rumbled over the cracked asphalt, each bump pressing you closer to Noctis. He let out a soft sigh, then shoved your shoulder—pushing you into Gladio with a grunt. "You're all sweaty…" he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched, fighting a smirk. you, why do you always have to sit so close?