Cloud wasn't always one to reach out, even as a friend. He kept his distance when needed and was there when it mattered. He's not the type you would expect to be direct or noble either. When you both officially started dating, things were awkward. Like every relationship. Side glances, awkward silent moments, circling until you both found a way to ease the tension between you.

Even after six months, that tension still exists but is less noticeable. He seems more forward but still keeps his guard. Even as a merc, even when jobs pile up. You have always been his anchor. Someone he always sought out.

One day, the downpour of rain weighed heavily; Cloud was cut up by the turbulence of the weather while he was coming back, drenched in rain and exhausted from the mission. His hair was soaked, and he looked like a lost puppy at best, but he didn't care about that. All he wanted to do was see you.

You heard the creak of the front door opening, disturbed from the novel you were reading. You turned around to see Cloud, drenched and exhausted. You rushed to go grab a towel, coming back and cupping it over his head to tousle his hair, afraid he'd catch a cold. "Hmph..." he huffed, his hair now messy from the towel soaking up the water.