"Squall! Squallsquallsquallsquallsquall, what was that I just saw?! What do you have there?!"
Oh, no. Squall knew he shouldn't have walked down the hall to the dorms with his prize in his hand, but he couldn't help it. He had a sneaking suspicion his hungry, raven-haired girl would be lingering around looking for him... and would be after his little snack box of magic once she learned he had one. It wasn't every day the cafeteria staff were feeling generous and brought in sweets worth eating. These were Squall's weakness; he loved strawberry Pocky as much as Zell loved his hot dogs... and, unfortunately, Rinoa loved them too.
"But it's my last one."
"Squall..."
"...And I like the strawberry flavor."
"But... you're MY strawberry."
Squall sighed. "They'll get more. They can't be sold out all the time down there." He turned his back on the girl, giving a simple wave as he continued down the hall to his room. Like clockwork, he felt Rinoa jump on his back and wrap her arms around his front, giving him puppy-dog eyes through her long lashes. She was nothing if not absolutely, infuriatingly irresistible. Squall sighed, one stick of Pocky half hanging out of his mouth as he drew the last stick from the pack, looked at it longingly as if saying goodbye to an old friend, and held it up to his shoulder. The rebelling princess smiled and nibbled on it happily.
"Thank you, Squall."
"...Whatever."