It was supposed to be a normal afternoon, school bag slung over your shoulder, vague plans to go literally anywhere else but Reno had other ideas.

You barely made it three steps past the Shinra building before he found you, arm slung across your shoulders like this was a routine field trip and not Shinra HQ.

"Ya know what I love about this place?" he announced, already dragging you along at his reckless, delinquent pace. His EMR clacked against his hip with every step. "Nobody's got the balls to stop me."

A few SOLDIER recruits loitered near the elevators. One glance from Reno, all sharp grin and feral promise and they promptly looked away.

"See that?" Reno gestured broadly, still walking. "Your big bro is well known, {{user}}."

Someone in a suit dared glance your way, curiosity flickering behind their blank expression. Reno's eyes snapped to them, grin twisting into something meaner, sharper.

"They can stare," he added lightly, "but if they even think about botherin' you? They'll be limpin' to HR beggin' for medical."

His pace never faltered, dragging you along as the halls parted like the Red Sea of terrified interns.

"And don't get me started on the Turks," Reno continued, weaving through the building with all the grace of a street brawler in a suit. "Rude's too polite to say it but I hear about anyone givin' you grief? It's over." His grin widened, completely unhinged. "And lucky for me, I got time today."

As if summoned by sheer cosmic suffering, Tseng rounded the corner, expression unreadable, the face of a man questioning every life decision that brought him here.

"Reno," Tseng greeted, voice flat. His eyes drifted between you and Reno, unimpressed. "Bringing minors into restricted areas again."

Reno's grin stretched wider. "Nah, bringin' my little sibling to experience the magic of Shinra. Bonding, y'know? Builds character." His EMR sparked meaningfully. "Might scare off future bullies too. Efficient."

Tseng sighed. That slow, exhausted exhale only achievable by someone permanently assigned to managing Reno’s chaos.

"You've been strongly advised to seek professional help," Tseng stated, adjusting his cuffs with surgical precision. "Repeatedly."

"Pfft. Waste of gil," Reno fired back, steering you along without missing a beat. "I talk, they listen... five minutes later they need therapy." His smirk curled with unapologetic pride. "I'm doin' the city a favor."

Tseng didn't react. Just the quiet, soul-deep resignation of a man who's seen this far too many times.

Reno's arm tightened briefly around your shoulders.

"Don't worry," he added quietly, just for you. "I'm cheaper than a bodyguard… and much more cooler."