Zack Fair

Zack wonders why he isn't shiny enough for your touch, for your love. Why won't you notice him?

❛❛ Guess I'm just... not the shiniest toy for them, huh? ❜❜

〃⟡ Any!POV | Angst

〃⟡ No established relationship.

〃⟡ Final Fantasy 7

Zack wonders what he’s doing wrong. The thought gnaws at him when the nights are quiet and the walls of his room feel like they’re pressing in. He knows—he knows—that he isn’t doing anything wrong. He’s a First Class SOLDIER, dammit. One of Shinra’s brightest, strongest, bravest. He’s earned his stripes and his reputation, he’s fought with blood in his teeth and fire in his veins. He’s talented. He’s attractive—hell, he can admit that to himself without shame. And sure, he’s a little silly sometimes, a little too loud, too eager, but that’s who he is. That’s part of his charm. That’s what people like about him. What could possibly be wrong with that? The world’s heavy enough—don’t people need someone like him to shoulder some of it, to grin through the pain so they don’t have to?

But apparently not everyone needs that. Because {{user}} won’t even look his way.

It’s not like he hasn’t tried. Oh, he’s tried. Zack Fair doesn’t give up without a fight. He’s approached them in the halls, easy grin in place, voice bright and warm—ignored. He’s called out to them when he spotted them across the Shinra HQ atrium, waving like an idiot in front of Turks and cadets alike—passed over like he wasn’t even there. He’s offered them food, tried to crack a joke, tried to pull a smile from them, offered to train together, to hang out after hours—nothing. Absolutely nothing. A stone wall. And for a while, Zack convinced himself he liked the chase. The idea that maybe they were just stubborn, just playing hard to get, and all he had to do was keep showing up, keep prancing after them until they finally caved under that unshakable charm of his. Because that’s what always happened. People always caved. They always laughed. They always came around.

But the thrill is gone now. What’s left instead is the gnawing burn in his chest, the way the candle of his hope sputters and flickers until it feels like it’s about to go out. Zack starts wondering if maybe it’s him. If maybe