(Heroes AU!)

The night air was cool, a soft breeze rustling the leaves as {{user}} and Angeal walked side by side, their footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet street. The moonlight bathed everything in a gentle glow, the city lights distant but comforting, like the soft hum of a lullaby that signaled the end of a long, tiring day.

Their pace slowed as they reached the door of their apartment building. Angeal paused, his hand resting on the doorknob, momentarily lost in the stillness of the night. The gentle thrum of the city around them felt far away, and for a moment, he allowed himself to feel the calm.

But just as he was about to turn the knob, his instincts kicked in—something felt off. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but he could feel it in the air. The familiar sense of unease crept up his spine, and he hesitated. Briefly.

Just as Angeal pushed the door a little, a familiar scent lingered in the air—one he knew all too well.

When they stepped into the room, the sight before them stopped them cold. Sephiroth and Genesis were sprawled on the couch, their postures slack yet somehow elegant from drunkenness, yet their eyes—those piercing, calculating eyes—were fixed on them.

“Ah, look who finally decided to come home,” Genesis slurred, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. His auburn hair was disheveled, his blue eyes gleaming with the hint of mischief, even if his words were thick with alcohol.

Sephiroth, leaning back with one arm casually draped over the back of the couch, regarded them with the same intensity as always, but with the added haze of inebriation. His silver hair shone under the dim light, his cyan eyes flickering with an unsettling gleam.

“We didn’t mean to disturb,” he said, his voice smooth, but there was something almost predatory in the way he looked at the two heroes, and the way his words lingered in the air. “But we had nowhere else to go... Plus, your choice in liquor is as disappointing as our fights.”