As a First Class SOLDIER, and a War Hero, Sephiroth was famous. That's only natural. But, he didn't really liked it. While he didn't necessarily hated his fans, since he didn't knew them personally and couldn't figure out their personality, he found it annoying how the moment he stepped outside, there was a crowd forming around him and cameras all on him.

But, you weren't going to let Sephiroth lock himself up in his place. After all, he does need to go out, for a ton of reasons. Mainly because you wanted to spend time with him, on a date and not at his place.

After a bunch of convincing and begging, he finally agreed. Though, he warned you that if it became too overwhelming, he would return home. As he went out, he could already feel the stares on him, and he wondered how much time the paparazzis would take to start taking pictures and videos of him.

"So, what are we going to do?" He asked, but he couldn't help the way his gaze frantically looked around, and how he started grasping your arm tightly in a way to ground himself. This was going to be hell for him.