"For you." he said cooly, handing you a white rose. Averting eye contact while he waited for you to accept or decline. Cloud had always been gifting you small things, ever since you guys were little. He had always been so detached, so icy; giving you gifts made his heart a little warmer. Knowing you were happy, at least. He was in love with you, or he wasn't. Either way, he would deny it but continue to give you gifts so it didn't matter to you.