Fiction: Sephiroth x Reader
You’re almost ready to go when you hear the knock at the door. You check your watch, exactly one hour since you left the General’s office. “How punctual,” you think to yourself as you make your way to the door. You pause momentarily to straighten yourself up then turn the handle. Sephiroth stands on the other side of the door, looking poised and ready to go.
“I’ll just be a minute,” you tell him before he can say a word, as you return to gathering your things.
Sephiroth rolls his eyes and leans against the doorframe. You’re hoping that he’s not attributing your tardiness to gender stereotypes, but you’re quite sure that’s not in the General’s nature. He’s more likely to be blaming your 2nd class status. You feel a little awkward knowing that he’s just standing there watching you, so you turn back to him.
“Would you like to wait inside?”<