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#3 Hair

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Mamoru was not having a good day. He made that clearly evident as he grumpily pushed through the door and slumped into his usual stool at the Crown Arcade.

"I'm guessing that first day of finals didn't go so well for you then, did it?" Motoki inquired after noticing his friend's raucous entrance.

"It wasn't just finals." Mamoru looked like he was about ready to go off ranting. "I was 15 minutes late to my psychology final this morning because of Odango. The girl rammed into me from behind and toppled on top of me. She then decided to take her sweet time getting off. I barely finished the test and my professor wasn't too happy with me. And if that wasn't bad enough, I've been getting the weirdest looks from people all day," he huffed as he rested his chin on his hand propped on the counter. Mamoru leaned in closer to Motoki from across the counter. "There are still people looking at me aren't there?"

Taking a quick scan around the arcade, Motoki realized that Mamoru was right. There were quite a few sets of eyes directed towards the raven haired guy. "Why are they looking at you?" Motoki couldn't help but ask.

"You tell me," Mamoru sighed pulling himself up from his seat. "I think I'll be taking off now, Motoki. I just want to get home and forget this day ever happened. I'll see you tomorrow."

As Mamoru made his way out of the arcade, Motoki realized why everyone was giving him odd glances. "Uh, Mamoru?" he called out.

"Yeah?" Mamoru turned back to face his friend.

"Um…uh, wear a hat tomorrow, will ya?" Motoki ended up saying. He couldn't tell him, as much as he wanted to see his friend's reaction.

"Okay…sure," Mamoru replied giving Motoki the 'you're crazy' look before turning around and leaving the arcade.

As soon as the coast was clear, Motoki burst into laughter wondering how long it would take Mamoru to notice just what was wrong.

Not too far away…

Giddily as can be, Usagi bounced up the stairs just arriving home from school. Once in her room, she quickly pulled out a puffy pink envelope from her backpack opening it up to reveal its contents. Peering inside, she admired the good handful of silky black locks. It was the perfect addition to her growing collection of knick knacks she has attained from her ultimate crush.

AN: Tell me what you think!