Subject: Final Fantasy VIII
Character/Pairing: Squall Leonhart x Quistis Trepe
I smiled as I saw Squall Leonhart in his usual seat. The one in the far back, closest to the aisle. He stared at me with those piercing eyes. He looked positively bored. The dull expression on his face spoke volumes. He looked as if he would run across the room and bash his head into my desk at any moment just for the sheer entertainment of it all.
I must admit, teaching the anatomical elements and biochemical properties of Guardian Forces did not thrill me much either but it was a graduate requirement nonetheless. I cleared my throat and scanned the class before speaking. "Well, well. Another day, another 'A' as I like to phrase it. I'm sure all of you are excited about getting your exams back." A smirk spread across my lips.
"We are just happy you took the time to grade them, Professor!" One of the 'Trepies' from my adoring student fan club squealed. I rolled my eyes. Not even bothering to respond. I may have to deal with the absurdity of having a fan club but that doesn't mean I have to like the sniveling butt kissers.
"After you receive your test, you may leave. I assume all of you will spend this free time preparing for the written portion of your SeeD examinations." I smiled knowing that the majority of them would wait until the last possible minute and procrastinate until the night before.
I spent the next several minutes calling out names and handing back papers. Of course, I saved the best for last. I purposely put Squall's test at the bottom so he would be the last student in the room. It was a tad obsessive, I know, but what can I say? A minute or two of alone time is better than nothing! Even if there was no way he could ever be attracted to me.
"Mister Leonhart, thank you for your patience."
Squall rose from his seat and strutted towards me. His heavy leather boots stomped against the floor with each step. The faint scent of his cologne mingled between us. I suppressed the urge to grin. He placed a gloved hand on the stapled pages. I halfway wondered what his gloved hands would feel like on my bare skin. I cleared my throat and licked my lips.
He pulled the test away from my grasp and looked down at his grade – an A minus written in red marker across the top.
"Hm...Thought I was going to get a 'B' on this one." He muttered.
I folded my arms against my chest. "You would have but I found your answer to 'Why is the guardian force, Quezacotl's, molecular structure severely crippled against a strong water based attack?' most amusing…"
"Because Quistis Trepe willed it so." He answered. The corners of his lips curving upwards ever so slightly.
"How much did the Trepies pay you to write that?" I giggled.
"Who said they had anything to do with it?" He winked and walked out of the room.
Squall was certainly a hard act to follow.
