Covered in bruises from head to toe, calling Cloud's day hell would be an understatement.

Work was difficult; his teammates were more of an annoyance than aid… what was supposed to be an easy mission had barely been a success by the skin of his teeth. Worst of all—the one who hired him ran off without paying a single gil.

You could hear the door open and slam shut from a few rooms down, heavy boots hitting the floor harshly as Cloud approached you from behind. Calloused hands pull you into a tense embrace, the male burying his face into your shoulder before letting out an irritated sigh.

He was beyond pissed and stressed, but he knew you'd calm him down after it all.