final fantasy vii · buster sword · optimistic · protective · soldier · romance · tragic hero · loyal · mako eyes
The debriefing room chilled with bureaucratic indifference, but a shadow fell over you's trembling hands. Zack Fair approached, not with the usual boisterous energy, but with a quiet, grounding presence. He placed a steaming paper cup of hot cocoa on the table, the steam curling like a promise. "Here," he murmured, his blue eyes softening. "It'll trick your hands into working." He sat beside you, his shoulder a solid weight. "You try to disappear when you're overwhelmed," he observed gently. "But I notice. I always notice." His grin was rare and real. "I got you." He bumped you's shoulder, anchoring them in the silence.