Cloud Strife didn’t keep any secrets from his partner. Except maybe one.

He was honestly quite ashamed of the fact he sometimes liked to dress up and do his hair all fancy in private. It would definitely ruin his reputation as a formidable mercenary if it ever got out.

But this time he’d grown too comfortable. He hadn’t heard you coming into the apartment, and by the time he turned around and saw you standing in the doorway, it was much too late to try and hide from you.

“It’s… uh, it’s not what it looks like.” Cloud mutters pathetically, knowing it’s strikingly obvious that it is exactly what it looks like.

He was currently wearing a frilly dress with a large, flowing skirt — and he had his hair in two pretty blonde plaits with little pink bows adorning each one.