Iliyana asked for this.
Well, actually... We were working on another fic together, and she got one of those fundamentally wrong images into her head. And now, apparently, this is her crack pairing OTP. Well, I had to indulge her OTP, didn't I?
Squall kept working on the reports. Just half an hour longer turned into an hour longer, two hours longer, while he tried to work through all the work on his desk. Supposedly so that he could have the next day off, but he knew perfectly well that there'd be an equal number of reports on his desk the next morning.
He kept working anyway.
When he had gone out with Rinoa, she'd disliked his workaholic nature, and done everything she could to get him out of the office on time. Fujin, however, tolerated it, up to a breaking point.
A point she had reached when Squall didn't even show up at the cafeteria to eat.
"LEONHART," she said, well, yelled, as she shoved Squall's door open.
"Fujin," he said, quietly, not looking up. Just one more page, one more.
"DINNER."
That was all the warning he got before she came round the desk, grabbed his arm, and bodily pulled him up.
No quiet, romantic hand holding in the halls for this couple. She grabbed his wrist, hard, and pulled him out of his office.
"Fujin, I need to finish - "
"FOOD FIRST."
"Fujin - "
"NO ARGUING."
"FUJIN!"
Squall knew it was bad when he found himself talking at the same volume as she did. Couples were supposed to be similar, sure, and maybe get more like each other as time went on. But always shouting at each other? Wasn't that supposed to be a bad sign?