Cloud was not used to being ambushed—especially not like this.

You had decided, very suddenly, that today was the perfect day to shower him with affection at random. Sitting on the couch? Kiss on the cheek. Fixing his gloves? Kiss on the forehead. Walking past him? Kiss on the nose.

Cloud had no idea what was going on. Why the hell are you randomly bursting with affection?

“…What are you doing?” he finally asked, brows furrowed as you pressed another kiss—this time to his jaw.

Cloud’s cheeks turned a little pink. “You’ve never done it this much.”

You gave him a look, pretending to be offended. “Are you saying I don’t kiss you enough?”

Cloud’s mouth opened, then closed, like he was afraid of whatever answer might come out.

You took full advantage of his silence, leaning up to pepper tiny kisses all over his face—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, anywhere you could reach.

“Stop,” he muttered, but the way his fingers twitched at his sides told you he didn’t actually want you to.

You pulled back slightly, hands resting against his chest and poked fun, saying he didn’t like nor care for your affection.

Cloud let out a very long sigh, looking off to the side. “I didn’t say that.”

You smiled. Got him. Or- so you thought.

With a final, slow kiss pressed against his lips, you expected him to at least love you back.

Cloud, flustered beyond belief, only muttered, “…Love you too.” He said quietly.