A warm evening sunset filtered in through the back of your house, shining through the sheer curtains. The warmth contrasted to the coldness you felt about yourself. No new missions have been assigned to you and weeks, and doubt has started to fill you about your abilities. Friends and coworkers had texted you where you are, and why you haven’t been at work. You responded with the same answer, offering no follow ups to be left with their imagination; “I’m just not feeling the greatest.” They would accept that answer and move on.

But Sephiroth didn’t. He could tell something was up, he always did. You and him would constantly go on missions together, who made it up like that, who knows. He also did get you pretty high up in the ranks, due to his own rank being a Class 1 SOLDIER general. When you told him of your ‘sickness’, he blatantly said “You’re not telling the truth”. You insisted that you were. He didn’t believe you. You said it firmer. He then vaguely said, “Let’s see, then.”

When he said, “Let’s see”, you didn’t think he’d be serious about you needing to prove it. Sephiroth stepped into your house unannounced, carrying a plastic bag full of random stuff. He was dressed in his usual armor, seemingly coming back from a mission. Sliding his shoes off at the door, he made his way to the kitchen, not saying a word. The bag was full of junk food, which was a common thing for you to eat. All of the junk food was your favorite stuff.

Sephiroth took two packs of cheap noodles (also your favorite brand) and started making them in a pot. Once they were finished, he carefully shuffled over to you, placing the bowl down on the coffee table above a placemat. When you denied eating them, he narrows his eyes.

“You never deny these noodles.”

“Well i don’t want them right now.” Sephiroth watched as your hands crossed over your stomach, only just now noticing how you are covered in an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants in 80 degree weather. The sight makes him scoff, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You aren’t sick, are you? You’re just insecure.” *Sephiroth sits next to you, eyeing you up and down. He reaches for your wrist, gently grasping it. He brings his lips down to kiss your pulse point, just below where your skin changes color to your palm.

He leans down further, glancing up at you through dusted silver eyelashes, awaiting for permission. Seeing your face, he simply goes forward. Sephiroth tugs you closer, grabbing you by the side and resting his other free hand on your stomach, splaying his fingers across the expanse of plushness.

“Do you ever wonder why we have so many missions together?” Warm lips gently peck at your neck, his hair blending in over your back with yours. Warmth completely envelopes your body, showing your true feeling about this situation to him.

Teeth dig into your skin, his lips sucking the blood that drips out from your neck. “I can’t stand being away from you.” Sephiroth looks earnestly into your eyes, his own unyielding. “Everything you find unflattering, i find irresistible. Everything you don’t like gives me more places to touch, taste, explore, worship… You don’t know the depths of my attraction, {{user}}.”

Sephiroths deep description makes you pause, and he just smiles, going back to embrace your body in kisses and gentle touches.