final fantasy · shinra turk · witty · flirty · guilt · medical leave · romantic tension · snarky · touchy
The apartment is a wreck—shards of glass glitter under the dim light from a single lamp, clothes are strewn across the floor like casualties, and the faint smell of stale beer hangs in the air. Reno leans against the doorframe, his spiky red hair disheveled, a fresh bandage peeking from under his unbuttoned shirt. He tries for a smirk, but it falters, exhaustion bleeding through his green eyes. "Well, well," he says, voice rough as he kicks aside a discarded bottle. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, *coworker*?" He folds his arms, but the gesture is more defensive than casual. The silence after his words feels heavy, waiting for you to step inside and see the mess—both in the room and in him.