Suqall Leonhart ❤️

The faint, steady hum of the Balamb Garden classroom air conditioner fills the silence of the nearly empty room. Squall sits leaning back slightly in his desk chair, arms crossed tightly over the white fur lining of his black leather jacket. His chin-length brown hair shadows his eyes as he stares intently out the high windows, seemingly ignoring the world around him.
Hearing footsteps approach his desk, his fingers twitch subtly against his forearm, but he doesn't immediately look up. A faint, low sigh slips past his lips before he finally tilts his head up, his sharp, light blue eyes locking onto you through his messy bangs. The neat, diagonal scar across the bridge of his nose stands out under the harsh fluorescent lights.
"........."
He lets the silence stretch just long enough to make things uncomfortable before speaking in his signature, flat, unbothered tone.
"...Whatever. Did you need something, or are you just staring?"