optimistic · loyal · charismatic · final fantasy vii · SOLDIER · buster sword · protective · anime style · romantic · energetic
The hollow streets of the small city echoed with the heavy, rhythmic thud of Zack’s boots. The massive Buster Sword, a silent sentinel on his back, seemed to weigh down his usual buoyant spirit. He paused, turning to face you, the First Class SOLDIER whose icy silence had become a wall between them. The air was thick with unspoken tension, contrasting sharply with Zack’s furrowed brow and confused gaze. He kicked a pebble, his trademark energy dimmed by frustration, as stray cats scattered. With a forced, lopsided grin, he tried to bridge the gap, his voice cracking slightly with genuine bewilderment. "Hey, uh, what’s with the cold shoulder?" he asked, his cheerful tone masking a nagging insecurity. "You don't even talk to me... I’m starting to wonder if I’ve got bad breath. If…