Random One Shots

Reno Sinclair - Final Fantasy VII

Reno x Reader: Sick Days

A/N: Thanks to coconauts1 (https://www.quotev.com/coconauts1) for requesting a Reno oneshot!! I'm truly sorry if this isn't what you wanted as I'm not entirely sure of how to write Reno's character. I mean, in the original FFVII he appears as a fairly more serious character compared to the more comic relief he provides in Advent Children, so I'm never really certain what to make of him. So if he's not written the way you wanted him, my bad.

MINOR IMPORTANT THING: I may be going through (mainly on Quotev) and deleting some comments. I'll only do this if I'm sure this won't offend you guys, but it's only for the fact that I've had some long conversations with you guys through the comments and it's making it overwhelming to sift through them to look for specific requests. IF THIS BOTHERS ANY OF YOU PLEASE TELL ME AND I WON'T DO IT, BUT IF YOU'RE OKAY WITH IT THEN IT'LL BE DONE PROBABLY BY NEXT WEEK.

(Y/N) = Your Name.

Disclaimer: I do not own Reno or any FFVII relating thing.

This was insane.

You lived in an apartment complex, so a little bit of noise from neighbours was to be expected, right? Wrong; you lived in a pretty damn quiet place. Whether your neighbours were dead, or the walls were thick as hell, you didn't care. It was one of the quietest places in Midgar, and you adored it.

Until today.

Now, you couldn't exactly get angry at the noise emanating from the place below you, not really. Because while it was annoying, and consistent, and mildly gross...could you really get mad at someone for being sick?

The proper answer here is no, no you couldn't.

The pour soul who lived in the place just under you must've caught something major at work. A really bad cold and maybe a minor flu, or perhaps had something wrong with his lungs. The constant coughing, retching and sneezing had become the soundtrack to your day and you were feeling worse for the guy by the minute.

A long string of coughs later and you sighed, prying yourself away from your computer and walking over to your kitchen, beginning to prepare a small gift for your neighbour.

Twenty minutes later and you were standing in front of the stranger's door, your hair fixed slightly though still in your casual clothing, a bowl of steaming porridge in one hand and two boxes of pills in the other.

After quickly knocking on the door, a young but hoarse voice called out "Hang on!"

Seconds later the door swung open to reveal a pale, sickly looking man wrapped up in a blanket. While he was ill, with bags under his eyes and a raw, red nose, he was...still fairly hot. Bright red hair with messy bangs that was long in the back and stunning green eyes that were bright and...mildly confused...

Right. You hadn't introduced yourself.

"Uh, hey..." you started awkwardly, unsure of how to go about this. "Umm...I-I'm your neighbour upstairs. I kinda heard you were having a bit of a hard time down here so I wanted to help...There's a decongestant pill for your cough and sneeze and another pill to settle your stomach...and the porridge is since I figured with your state that you haven't eaten much today..." he coughed violently, and you gave him a sympathetic smile. "I'm (Y/N), by the way."

"R-Reno," he introduced between coughs. You stood there awkwardly until he seemed to settle, looking up and smiling sheepishly at you.

"Look, I-" he sneezed, "I'm really sorry about this, yo. This is really kind of you. You didn't have to-" another violent round of coughing took over his speech, and you smiled softly.

"Come on, let's get you inside," you said, herding him back into his apartment and shutting the door behind you. "Do you want to lie down?"

He nodded, his voice having not returned yet, and walked over to the couch to flop down ungracefully onto it. You smiled and walked over, setting the food and medicine on the table in front of him and waiting a few seconds.

"Umm...do you want me to get you anything or do you want me to leave?" You weren't sure of protocol here. I mean, it's not often you're in a sickly stranger's apartment.

His voice managed to croak out a request. "Water, if that's cool, yo."

You smiled. "Of course."

You lightly padded over to his kitchen, mildly surprised at the clean state of his place. Usually males that lived alone were...messier. You glanced through the cupboards of the room until you found empty drinking glasses, and as you filled one with tap water you noted an ID card laying on the counter that identified to a Reno Sinclair, of Shinra.

Walking back into his living room to find him sitting up, you passed him the water and one of each of the pills you brought. Quickly downing them, he smiled gratefully at you.

"Thanks, beautiful. I promise you I'm normally not this pathetic."

You chuckled lightly at the name and the comment. "It's no problem. And yeah, I noticed that you work for Shinra. You with SOLDIER?"

He shook his head lightly. "Nah. I'm with the Turks. I wasn't cool enough for Mako infusions."

You sighed a bit at your mistake. "You're plenty cool. Sorry, I suppose I should've noticed that you didn't have the eyes," you gestured to his face slightly, your eyes meeting his bright green – yet Mako free – ones.

The eye contact went on for a little...well, a lot longer than necessary. You couldn't help getting lost in his though, not when they...when he was so mesmerizing. It didn't help that he made no effort to break the contact either.

Still, all good things come to an end, so you two ended up looking away to opposite corners of the room, a light blush dusting across your face.

"So, a Turk," you coughed awkwardly, trying to blow off what just happened, "that must be interesting."

"Well, that's one word," he chuckled weakly, stifling another cough. "Though, you end up doing a lot of things...that you aren't so proud of. But hey, it can be...ah...pretty flashy sometimes," he grinned, coughing again.

"Oh I'm sure," you smiled warmly, standing up. "Still, you've helped a lot of people in the long run, I'm sure of it. But now you need to help yourself; eat and get some sleep."

He nodded and smiled at you. "Thanks again. This really meant a lot to me, yo."

You laughed. "Anytime, Reno. Take care."

"You too, (Y/N)."

Exiting his apartment, you smiled. That was a nice run in with your hot neighbour. Still, you weren't expecting to hear from him anytime soon.

So you were pleasantly surprised to see a note taped to your front door the next morning.

"(Y/N) ~

Thanks again for yesterday, yo. It meant a lot.

I'm better today, fit enough for work at least according to the Boss Man. Can't catch a break.

Still, you helped a lot beautiful. I'd be thrilled if I could make it up to you.

Gimme a call, or stop by whenever ;)

~Your Favourite Turk"

His number was messily scrawled at the bottom, and you grinned to yourself. Feeling mildly giddy, you entered the number into your phone and shot him a quick "how's it going?".

You couldn't get angry at a person for being sick, no, but maybe you could thank whatever Gods for letting things turn out how they did.