Squall knew he had a reputation for being a bit on the stoic side. He wasn’t that quick to smile, and it wasn’t like he was the life of the party or anything. And for the most part, he preferred it that way. He wasn’t that social to begin with, and the less appealing he seemed, the better, really. But despite that, it didn’t mean that he never did anything funny or allowed himself to relax. He just preferred doing it when he was alone, that’s all.
So, as the brunette found himself alone in the locker room at the end of the school day, just having finished gym class, he found himself putting on his headphones and just singing along to the music as he moved around the locker room, gathering up his things, ready to leave for the night.
Somewhere along the way, he got caught up in the music and forgot about what he was even supposed to be doing. It wasn’t often he allowed himself to let loose like this, and it wasn’t even that he particularly liked singing. It was just one of those days, and he just in the mood. And besides, no one was watching.
Or so he thought.
After about the third song or so, Squall turned around expecting to find the doorway to the room empty as it had been the last time he checked, but to his shock, someone was standing there, smiling at him in amusement.
That someone happened to be Cloud Strife, a classmate of his. The two of them didn’t really hang out in the same circles, but they knew of each other. And while Squall didn’t particularly like Cloud (to be fair, Squall didn’t really like many people), until this moment, he hadn’t hated him.
Yeah, until this moment.
Squall quickly removed his headphones, his cheeks bright red as he watched the other. Cloud had a bright smile on his face, and he looked like he was resisting the urge to burst into laughter.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“For about two songs,” Cloud replied, his voice a little breathless from trying not to laugh. “You really don’t have much of a singing voice.”
Squall flushed a deeper shade of red, trying to resist the urge to punch the other. “Well, I thought I was alone.”
“Still better than Zack’s singing, that’s for sure,” Cloud murmured, walking further into the locker room and grabbing a bag that had been left on the bench. “I forgot this earlier.”
Squall cursed his carelessness. He should have noticed that someone had left their bag, and would most likely come back for it.
Cloud turned to look at him once more, his blue eyes seeming especially bright tonight. Or was Squall just imagining it?
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone or anything like that,” the blonde headed towards the exit once more, but this time, he stopped in his tracks by the door, turning once again to face Squall.
“It’s getting late. Do you need a ride home?”
Squall usually took the bus, and he knew Cloud rode this insane motorcycle. He was half in mind to decline, but the way Cloud was looking at him made him feel like, if he would let this opportunity pass him by, he’d regret it forever.
“I’d say you can keep singing in the car, but it’s not a car, so,” Cloud murmured as he was already halfway out the door. Despite his neutral voice, Squall could practically sense the way the other was still grinning about earlier.
“Shut up,” Squall groaned, but found himself following the other anyway.