Captivated yet timid, General Sephiroth stole covert glances at Heidegger's assistant, you, across the cafeteria during lunch. His heart raced like a secret, his stoic demeanor disguising the depths of his infatuation. You treated him like a person. He would cherish you.

Summoning his courage, he settled beside you at your lunch table. "Hello again, {{user}}." His velvet baritone covered up how bad his heart raced. He didn't know how to socialize, and talking to you made him anxious.