Final Fantasy VII(Oneshots)

Alongside [Part 2] (Vincent Valentine X Depressed! Reader)

Author's Note
Sorry for updating it late!!
Requested by @GOT7_IS_BAE1232

“Tifa, does this go here?” You placed the basket of bottles on the floor, careful of the fragile objects.

She turned to you, looking at the bottles and nodded. “Yup. You can go and take a break now, (Y/N).” With her words, you followed her words and went back to your room. A towel hung loosely on your neck, slightly wet from your sweat.

“It’s been a month…” Your mind drifted towards the man - always clad in red- “At least, my situation is improving abit.” Gaze turning to your wrists that only had a few scars left. Tifa borrowed you some cream, giving it a hidden meaning. ‘Once your scars are gone, you will be the best you always have been.’ You laughed at it, only for her to continue. ‘Well, even if they remain, you will still be the best.’

The special words that came with the hand cream.

She would always face you with a smile, helping in any way she could, which gave you a form of respect for her. You could hear the cluttering of glass, aware of the hard work she gave for her customers. Wiping your face once more, you placed the towel down and walked behind her. Motioning to help her, as she smiled.

“Oh, (Y/N). I forgot to tell you but he will be stopping by today. Help me hear for the door,” she said casually, once again opening new bottles.

He? You nearly dropped the two liquid bottles in your hand. Your mind instantly imagining the man in red. “V-Vincent?” Your voice was timid, slightly shaky.

Tifa simply smiled at the question. “Yes, Vincent Valentine.” She took the bottles from your hand as you quickly covered your face. “Don't be shy. It will be fine, since, isn't he the one that stole your heart?”

You shake your head at her words. “But… I'm not prepared.”

“Being prepared is hardly necessary. After all, you need to just be you.” She smiled in your direction, urging you towards the door. “Now go and greet him!”

A squeak escaped your mouth when you heard a knock. Hastily running your hands through your hair and clothes - smoothing it out- You reached for the door knob and opened it forcefully. Immediately taking in the figure that seemed fill your view. “Um, Hello.” A smile instantly fell on your lips when you saw him nod.

You walked into the bar, Tifa still arranging the loads of bottles. “Sorry about this (Y/N), could you show Vincent where the materia is? I will be with you in five minutes.”

Nodding your head, you turned to him as he mimicked your action. The short walk to the room was quiet yet comforting. Despite the thousand words rushing through your mind. “The materia is here.”

“Thanks.” His reply short.

Gathering the leftover courage, “Thank you!” His figure turned towards you. “You really helped me alot, even if you didn't realise it. Your presence was enough for me to feel relaxed, helping me-” Your words stopped, as you wrecked your mind for the phrases you wanted. “What I mean is...”

His gaze waited patiently on you, as you collected your words. “Basically, just thank you.” Giving up on any phrase, you settled on the simplest and most meaningful.

“Glad that you are better now.” From the corners of his mouth, you could see his small smile. As you returned it with your own.

The both of you smiling, never entering a close distance. If I can't touch him, simply words will be enough. His small smile is enough.

“Hope you come over again!” You said as he stood at the door. Before you could say anything else, your voice was robbed by his sudden action. The feeling of his arms around you. Your eyes widened, the simple act making you shakily place your hands around him. It only lasted a few seconds, as your eyes closed. Wishing to stay in the embrace.

“Glad it helped,” His words causing a smile to tug on your lips.

“Thank you,” Your words still shaky but it brought your meaning across. “Travel safely!”

The smile on his face returned with your bright one, “I will come to see you again.”

His simple words nearly caused a tear as you gave a confident nod. As you saw him off, waving with a promise to see him again. Something that you or he would never forget.