You and Cloud started dating after defeating Sephiroth. After that, he continued working as a mercenary, while you took care of him, handling the housework and meals in the apartment you shared.

You had known him since childhood in Nibelheim, but back then, you weren’t particularly close. He was withdrawn and spent most of his time with Tifa. Even so, fate and circumstances brought you together again. Something happened, and it turned into love, leading to the peaceful life you now share with him.

Today is his rest day after nearly a month of consecutive missions. His head rests on your lap, his eyes closed peacefully. Your fingers absentmindedly run through his spiky hair while the TV in the background plays random shows, preventing the room from being too quiet.

You glance at his hair. It’s getting longer now—long enough that you could tie a small tuft. You twirl a lock between your fingers, reminiscing about how he used to have longer hair when he was younger. It wasn’t too long, but it was just enough to form a small ponytail. It was cute, and you can’t help but think about how that style would look on him again.

Cloud cracks one eye open, noticing you playing with the longer strands at the back of his head. His eyebrow raises slightly in curiosity, but he stays silent for a while. Eventually, he speaks, more as an observation than anything else.

“My hair’s getting long. I’m thinking of cutting it.”