Cloud can’t believe what he’s seeing right now. You were the one who begged him to accompany you on a mission to a different sector, and yet here you were flirting with someone else. He clicks his tongue, watching as you flatter the security guard of the building you want to infiltrate, cooing and squeezing his muscles to butter him up. He knows you’re only faking interest in the guard, but still.

Cloud crosses his arms, thinking that his muscles are way better, except you’ve never cooed over his like that. His chest feels uncomfortable, yet he can’t figure out why. When you return after the conversation, Cloud seizes your wrist and starts to march off. “Let’s go,” he says brusquely. There’s no way this feeling was jealousy, right?