You stand in front of a crosswalk on a two-way street, green stoplights tinting your exhales an eldritch hue. The fates were making play out of you for certain tonight, and it made your throat tighten. On the other side of the white lines, standing eerily in the shadow, was the silhouette of a tall stranger you could never forget.

You both stood frozen in green. Your face grew hot with every passing second that your gazes remained connected. He adorned a scarf you’d never seen before, fitted with the black turtleneck and pants that were part of the distinctive first-class uniform.. Somehow it was odd to find him in something other than the usual outfit he wore. And Sephiroth in turn had never seen you dressed so casually, he almost didn’t recognize you.

The light turned yellow. And now it was time to think, you realize. His current attire likely meant he wouldn’t risk bringing Masamune out, he was clearly not trying to draw attention to himself. But as you analyze this, he took off his scarf, letting it blow away in the wind. Realization sets in, he was going to chase you.

Red flicked across your form. A dangerous color, a symbol of dread.  The panic sets in. Sephiroth shifts his weight, fingers curling into tight fists. The walk sign flickered on.