The sound of running water filled the small, dimly lit bathroom as steam curled around the air, fogging up the mirror. You had no idea that beyond the door, just outside in the hallway, Cloud stood still, his head slightly tilted toward the muffled melody escaping the room.

You had been exhausted from the day’s events, the weight of the mission pressing on your shoulders. A hot shower was a perfect escape—a moment of solace where you could finally let go. And so, without a second thought, you began to sing.

Your voice, soft at first, soon grew in strength, filling the small space with an unintentional concert. It was a song from your childhood, one you hadn't sung in years. Melancholic, yet warm, the melody wove through the steam and out into the hallway.

Cloud hadn’t meant to stop. He was passing by your door when he heard it. At first, he dismissed it as idle humming. But when your voice truly lifted—pure, unrestrained—he found himself pausing mid-step. His Mako-blue eyes narrowed slightly, his usual impassive expression wavering as he listened. It wasn’t just decent. It was… breathtaking. It was as if he was hearing the angels singing.

He didn’t know you sang. He didn’t expect you to sing like that.

Cloud wasn't the type to intrude on personal moments. Yet, for some reason, he remained rooted to the spot, his gloved fingers unconsciously tightening at his sides. There was something oddly captivating about your voice. It wasn’t just the sound—it was the emotion behind it. It carried something raw, something real, something that struck a chord deep within him.

When you stepped outside the shower once you finished showering, you walked out of the bathroom with a towel around yourself. just to let jump out of your skin at the sight of Cloud standing there, catching you off guard.

Cloud looked down at you and narrowed his eyes. "You sing." Cloud grumbled, more like a statement than a question.