This is a kind of side drabble to my multi chaptered fic, "Disproving Guilt". That fic is SeiferxSquall, but this one doesn't really have any pairings. It's set when Squall and Seifer are still studying to be SeeDs. Oh yeah, it's in Squall's POV.
Seifer isn't doing well with his assignment. I can tell because of his shuffling around, aggravated sighs and the fact that he's flicking bits of paper at me with an elastic band. He has good aim, they keep hitting the back of my neck with an annoying little sting.
I'm tired, I'd like to stop doing this now, and I wish he'd just go away, but Instructor Trepe said we have to get these done by tomorrow, so there's no sleep for me until I get it done. No sleep for Seifer, either. I fight the urge to turn round and tell him to knock it off, knowing that will only amuse him more.
Finally, I can't contain the urge. My voice is tired and exasperated. "Seifer."
"Yes, Princess?" He asks, and I know he'll be smirking - he's always smirking. I've never understood what he enjoys about teasing me, but apparently he likes it, and I suppose I don't mind too much. I don't really care about anything but getting assignments done, getting better at fighting and progressing to the point where I can take the SeeD exam. And his teasing often leads to fights, which is helpful with the getting better at fighting part.
"Nothing," I mumble, and go back to the assignment. There's a movement and a scrape of the chair beside me and he's dropping into it, his own files and work hitting the table with a smack.
"Might as well sit here, since everyone else is done," he says, with a little smirk aimed at my discomfort. I don't like being close to people like this. So?
He settles in to work then, for five minutes or so, then looks up, pulling my hair. "Got any tippex, prettyboy?"
Ah, yes, his favourite insult after "ice princess". I wonder why he feels the need to call me pretty or a girl all the time, but I don't really care if I'll ever find out the answer. I shake my head and he sighs, slouching back.
"I fucking hate doing this. Tell Trepe I'll have it in for her next week." He gathers up his stuff, about to go, and then looks at me. "Why do you never quit this crap, Leonhart?"
I shrug. "Because I need these assignments to get into SeeD."
He sighs, dropping his things back down. What? He's staying?
"You're right," he says, in answer to my questioning look, "there's a reason I'm doing all this crap. I have to get into SeeD so I can keep annoying my favourite prettyboy."
Whatever.
