A/N: This was a long, overdue drabble that Achi (aka WookieCookie) requested. She wanted something cute with Squall and Zidane. This was the result of writing something "cute." Cute things are not my forte, but I hope that she likes this. This was finished at 8am. Totally not sleeping today.
Notes: Possible OOCness, enough fluff to choke a chicken, shounen-ai, AU. Not your cup of tea? Turn back, please.
Pairing: Squall/Zidane.
Beach Trip
Squall was beginning to think that this was a bad idea.
It was a blistering, uncomfortable summer day. Squall was not a fan of the heat, and he had many reasons for this. The first reason was that his attire was not suited for the heat of Zidane's favorite season. Second was that he did not do well in hot weather. The third was that he tended to get headaches, often, when he was outside for a certain period of time. The fourth, sunburns. The fifth—
"Squall, are you cursing how much you hate the heat?"
Damn brat. What is he, psychic?
The brunet shifted the beach bag on his shoulder as he and his blond companion continued to walk towards the genome's favorite spot—the beach. Squall hated the beach. He hated the sand. He hated the stupid salt water. He hated that women strut around in nothing on a lot of the time. He hated men in speedos. He shuddered at the thought of a man in a speedo. "Think of something else." he muttered, more to himself, and a better image went through his mind. One of Zidane with water glistening on his tanned body, a grin plastered on his face, and his finger beckoning the brunet over—
"Squall. If you are thinking dirty things about me, I will trip you and you will eat sand."
Yeah… He's psychic.
Squall huffed as they reached their destination, and he was beginning to regret it. There were too many people. It was too noisy. The heat was making itself more known, and a headache was beginning to pound in the back of his skull. "This was a bad idea." the brunet murmured, raising his hand to block the sun. Of course he would forget his hat back at his condo he shared with the genome.
"Here." A hat was placed on the brunet's head, causing the gunblade wielder to jump in surprise. "I figured you'd forget your hat, being the scatterbrain that you are. I made sure to grab it on the way out."
"…Thanks." Squall said, doing his best to make sure that his voice sounded indifferent. The truth was that he was touched Zidane got his hat for him. "Where's yours?"
"Um." The blond looked through the bag that was hoisted on the former SEE-D's shoulder, and he blinked. "I guess I forgot it."
"Now who's the scatterbrain?" Squall said, ruffling blond locks with his fingers. "I guess I can put up with this—but it's for you. Tell anyone and you'll have to sleep on the floor."
The genome grinned, giving the brunet a thumbs up. "Yes sir! Now let's go!" In an overly dramatic fashion, Zidane tore off his shirt, took off his shorts to reveal swim trunks, and ran towards the water.
Squall picked up the clothes his partner had thrown off, shaking his head in amusement. His sharp blue eyes watched the blond as he ran, a small smile going onto his face. "Maybe this beach trip wasn't such a bad idea." he said to no one as he walked down to the shore.
This is the best I can come up with for cute. It was mostly inspired with how hot it is these days. I don't know why I wrote about beaches, because I hate the beach, but oh well, it works.