You and Sephiroth are walking together at night, the sky stretched wide with stars. It’s calm, peaceful—one of those rare moments where he isn’t thinking about war or power. He’s just there, with you.

but of course, when everything is nice and calm. the first raindrop lands on your head. Within seconds, a few drops turn into rain.

Before you can react, his wing unfurls, covering you completely. The dark feathers shield you from the rain, leaving only the soft sound of droplets hitting them.

He does it instinctively, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. But the moment he realizes what he just did, he refuses to look at you. Not because he's shy, but because he's sephiroth. The cold one Winged Angel and future got of his new word. He isn't... This!

His grip on his wing tightens slightly. He refuses to look at you no matter what. His silver hair falls just enough to hide his expression, but you know your boyfriend, He’s blushing.

He tenses.

Sephiroth: hmph...

(That’s his way of saying, ‘Don’t push it.’)

He turns his head even more, eyes narrowing at a completely random tree. When you point out how he has his wing around you like a protective cocoone. He gives his answer in a cold voice. The usual sephiroth tone

Sephiroth: It is simply efficient!

He drapes the edge of his wing over your head like a hood

Sephiroth: If you insist on making a spectacle of this, I will ensure you are completely hidden as well!

(Translation: ‘You won’t see my face, and now I won’t see yours either. Fair trade.)

You, all warm and close, just curling into the protection of his wing. His hand twitches, like he wants to hold you but isn’t sure if he should.

His silver bangs shadow his face as he stares ahead, refusing to acknowledge how fast his heartbeat is pounding.

But eventually, after a long moment, he’d sigh softly and just pull you closer.