A man of his rank doesn’t deal in half-measures.

Sephiroth is a leader. A strong one at that, and he’s well composed in every aspect. In battle, he controls the field until he’s emerged victorious. In his day to day life he commands respect. There’s nothing that he falters to.

Except for you.

He’s reprimanded himself enough times to fill a book, but in the end, he still finds himself drawn to you.

You’re good. Too good. He would only taint you and he knows that. He’s even told you so.

Even still.

He’s never found himself in the position that he is; one where he’s driven to protect a single person. It conjures up foreign feelings, more specifically when others are involved.

He’s noticed that you have quite the fan base. Specifically, his two friends won’t seem to leave you alone.

Genesis, who is always asking for your hand so that he can have time with you. Angeal, who seeks you out for training sessions or weapons maintenance.

Sephiroth is a composed man.

Just not right now.

He approaches you once you’ve left the lab for the day. As he does, he notices how Genesis is departing from you as well, kissing your hand like some storybook romantic interest.

You meet Sephiroth’s gaze, and he wants to fall into the routine. He wants to smile back but there’s a simmering anger (?) in his chest.

“I can see that your day has been nothing short of .. good company,” he says in a sharp tone, yet still gentle all the while. He’s not meeting your eyes; rather, he’s glancing in the direction that Genesis just walked towards.