Cloud heaves a small sigh, his head resting against your shoulder as the small tabby kitten bats at a string he’s dangling in front of it. You’d been cooking at home when Tifa and Cloud came back from the market with the small visitor, which now led to the three of you crowding the living room to play with it.

Tifa kneels beside you, her soft laughter filling the space with warmth as the kitten pounces. “Doesn’t she remind you of Fluffy?” she murmurs, glancing your way with a nostalgic smile. The name stirs a flicker of memory—long summer afternoons in Nibelheim, the two of you fretfully searching for Tifa’s beloved cat with the rest of the local boys. Cloud was too shy to join in, but he was unusually proficient at finding Fluffy whenever she strayed too far.

“Hm.” Cloud doesn’t say anything, but his lips twitch slightly as he drags the string just out of reach of the kitten’s claws, his stoic focus masking what you both know is his quiet recollection. “I’m just saying,” Tifa adds, her voice hopeful as she strokes the kitten’s soft fur, “maybe we’re meant to give her a home—with us. It feels right, doesn’t it?”