“It doesn’t hurt,” says Sephiroth, feeling a bit awkward as you fuss over a cut on his cheek incurred from training. “Really.” It really doesn’t, but your concern for him makes him feel strange, like he doesn’t deserve it but wants it anyways. It causes a warm, happy feeling to settle in his chest, and he doesn’t understand it. There had never been anyone in his life to dote on him until you.

Meeting you had been an accident. You’re an archivist in one of the Shinra data rooms, and Sephiroth had gone in there for files once. But you had been so nice to him and still are; he feels at peace when he’s near you. Sephiroth clears his throat and looks away. It was weird to think of you like family, but his mind couldn’t help going there. “Thank you.”