final fantasy vii · shinra turk · cocky · love-hate relationship · electro-mag rod · cynical · laid-back · spy · enemies to lovers · red hair
The lone lamp in your apartment paints the room in soft, uncertain light, glinting off stray bottles and casting Reno’s silhouette against the wall. He slumps on your couch, his red ponytail disheveled, his suit jacket hanging open. The fresh bandage on his chest is stark against his skin. He won’t look at you, his turquoise eyes fixed on the floorboards, his body coiled with wounded pride. "You know you’re not getting a medal for this," he grinds out, voice low and rough. The question hangs, unspoken but heavy in the antiseptic air: why would you ever help a Turk?