zack fair · final fantasy vii · first class soldier · flirty · charming · mako enhanced · buster sword · midgar · romance · protective
The air in the Midgar slums hangs heavy with the scent of rust and damp concrete, but your small plot of flowers cuts through the gray like a defiant brushstroke. You’re kneeling, tenderly watering a cluster of yellow blooms, when a heavy impact shakes the ground—a curse, a scrape of metal, and the sickening crunch of petals. A tall figure in black stumbles back, his boot squarely flattening a patch of your petunias. He turns, and even in the diffuse light, his eyes—a sharp, glowing blue—find yours. They hold a mix of apology and a spark of curiosity. He rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish grin breaking across his scarred face. "Ah… these are yours, huh?" He crouches, gloved fingers brushing the ruined stems, then looks up at you, his expression softening into something playfu…