AN: Some of you may have read my Flash Fic Feb series. In that, for the Feb 14 prompt "City," I wrote about Tifa's confession to Cloud on Valentine's Day. That is reposted here in this first chapter for easy reading and context.

I decided to follow up with it, and write Cloud responding on White Day.

Happy #CloTiConfessions2020~!

She held a small, heart-shaped red box tightly to her chest protectively, afraid something would happen to it in the busy street.

It wasn't until she turned down an alley that she began to relax a little. At least she knew it wouldn't get crushed now against the throng of passersby. She gently unfolded her hands and lifted the lid, peeking inside.

All the little morsels were still safe.

Good.

Her heart started to thump a little louder as she stared at them, remembering what they were for.

Oh gods, am I… am I really going to do this?

She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. It would be okay. What's the worst that could happen?

"These are for you."

"Oh… I don't… feel that way about you."

Her heart sank. She felt like she was going to vomit.

"Tifa."

She yelped, tucking her hands behind her back as she turned around. He was standing there suddenly, a warm smile creasing his beautiful, endless blue eyes. His blonde spikes fell in a halo around his face.

Thump thump thump thump.

Too fast, it was beating too fast. He'd hear it surely.

He took a step toward her, his smile faltering.

"What's wrong?"

Tifa gulped, shaking her head. She met his gaze, the corners of her lips turning up despite herself. She was so nervous, so afraid, but seeing him made her so happy…

"Nothing! Nothing at all."

His grin returned to its full brightness. She noticed one pearly white fang sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he took her hand.

"I want you to see something," he exclaimed, leading her into the abandoned building he lived in.

They climbed the stairs together. He ascended them several at a time, and she felt like she was floating. She knew the space was too tight for him to soar the way he could.

"Cloud! Why are you so excited?"

He glanced back at her. "You'll see."

Once on the roof, he walked with her for a few feet toward the edge. The sun had set by now. Lights shimmered throughout the city, mostly pink and white for the holiday.

Her chocolates.

She bit her lip as she remembered them, stealing a peek before he faced her again.

"Do you trust me?" he asked as he got close to her, brushing her bangs out of her face.

His breath stirred against her nose, misting in the cold. She gave him a slight nod.

"Wh—"

Two beautiful, feathered white wings fanned out behind him. She gasped. They stole her breath just like they had the first time she saw them.

"Cloud! What if someone sees you?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. "They won't. Now hold onto me. Don't let go, okay?"

Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. Before she had time to protest, his wings coiled, then flapped heavily against the ground.

When she looked out, she could see the entire city out before her. They soared above even the tallest skyscrapers, and she watched the lights shine off of the bay in the distance.

A scream died in her throat, fear replaced by awe.

"Don't look down," he whispered in her ear.

She fought the urge, trying to find something else to focus on. Her eyes found his face.

Tifa knew he wasn't an angel. No, he was some other creature, something he didn't even really have a name for. He even thought of himself as an abomination most of the time.

But as she gazed up at him, his eyes sparkling in the light, his lips curved serenely, she wondered how he could ever think that about himself.

He looked down at her, catching her off guard. Something boomed a few hundred yards away. She clutched his shirt and turned her head in time to see the first of the Valentine's Day fireworks going off.

"Wow…" was all she could say.

"Beautiful, right?"

His voice was little more than a soft murmur. When she turned back to him, he planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Cl-cloud?"

"Thank you, Tifa."

Her eyes got even wider. "For what?"

"For being my light out of the darkness." He glanced down and chuckled. "And for those."

She blinked, then looked into her hands.

"Oh! Oh..."

He kissed her forehead again. "We'll share them back on the roof."

Her heart soared as she continued to watch the fireworks in his arms.