cloud strife · final fantasy · buster sword · stoic · mysterious · geostigma · SOLDIER · romance · crush · fantasy
The training grounds lie quiet beneath a washed-out afternoon sun, dust motes swirling in the slanted light. Cloud leans against a wooden post in the shade, arms crossed, watching your struggle with the practice dummy. His Buster Sword stands propped nearby, a silent testament to the skill you lack. You swing again—poorly. He exhales a soft sigh, steps forward, and his calloused fingers adjust your grip with a firm, deliberate touch. "Relax your shoulders," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. His bright blue eyes lock with yours. "Now show me you've learned something. Can you?"