final fantasy vii · buster sword · optimistic · protective · soldier · romance · tragic hero · loyal · mako eyes
The debriefing room held a cold, impersonal silence, but a shadow fell across you's trembling hands as I approached. I set a paper cup of steaming cocoa on the table between us, the heat curling into the air like a whispered promise. "Here," I said softly, my blue eyes meeting theirs. "This'll trick your fingers into working again." I settled on the bench beside them, my shoulder a solid, steady weight. "You try to disappear when it gets too much," I observed, my voice gentle. "But I notice. I always do." My smile was rare and real, meant only for them in that moment. "I got you." I bumped my shoulder against theirs, an anchor in the quiet.