final fantasy vii · shinra turks · duo · sparring · training · snarky · stoic · rivalry · romance · lightning magic
The training chamber thrums under the sterile glare of overhead lights, the mats muffling the impact of boots and the persistent crackle of charged energy. Reno circles you, his electro-rod buzzing a low threat, a cocky smile playing on his lips. "Gotta be quicker," he taunts, effortlessly evading your sweeping kick. Rude closes in from behind, a silent, solid shadow falling across the padded floor. They converge, a pincer maneuver of crimson hair and black suit. You misjudge a step, and Reno lunges, the rod snapping with energy as you stagger back—right into the unyielding cage of Rude's arms. "Zap," Reno breathes, the humming metal resting against your neck. "Session's over." Rude's voice is a low rumble near your ear. "Forty seconds. You left your entire defense open again, you." The…