Title: Hairstyles
Summary: Pavel Chekov likes his hair just the way it is. Even if he's teased for it.
Characters: Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu
Genre(s): Humor, Friendship
Rating: K
Warnings: 218
1. My OC from hell, Ryan Tyler, makes a cameo.
2. I did not even try to write Chekov's accent, since I knew I'd screw up.
"Rough night?" Hikaru Sulu greeted his good friend as the younger man slumped into his chair.
He looked exhausted. His hair was a mess, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his typically straight posture was slumped.
"Da," Chekov replied in his native language. Sulu, however, understood him. Hanging around Chekov as long as he had meant he got to know the few words of Russian Chekov mixed into his conversations.
"What happened?" Sulu asked.
"Ensign Tyler happened," growled Chekov, his accent slightly thicker than usual thanks to his tiredness. "Kept sending me PADD messages on how stupid my hair looks!"
"Oh?" Sulu eyed his friend's hair. True, it belonged three hundred years in the past, but somehow, Chekov pulled of the look perfectly.
"Said I looked like I belong in the nineteen-sixties," Chekov continued with a sigh. "Like I am on a TV show from then."
"Oh, don't be silly," Sulu said with a laugh. "We're not on a nineteen-sixties TV show! You just have hair like that because you like it."
"Should I change my hair?" Chekov asked. "Maybe I do look stupid."
"So what?" Sulu shot back. "You want stupid? Look at Ensign Tyler's face!"
Chekov smiled at that one.
"So my hair isn't stupid?"
"Nah. It's classy. You know the girls like it."
Author's note: And I am one of those girls who thought it was just adorable, honestly. Well, Chekov is adorable no matter what he does!