Bleach
Tetsuya picked and pulled at his hair, his face a mask of complete concentration; in fact, he looked distressingly like a girl trying to put on mascara with that open-mouthed fish stare. The bathroom door was locked though, so he could be guaranteed a non-interrupted hair session. What was this session about?
His roots, of course.
Only his family knew that his hair was a deep shade of black instead of that pleasant blonde-brown color that everyone was so accustomed to. He had this thing about standing out, though he wouldn't admit it: when people flashed him that look which was a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, before asking him about it, he couldn't help but smile pleasantly, then lie without a trace of hesitation, "It's all natural; weird, huh?"
And it would seem, those deep midnight colored roots were popping out again, and it had only been a week. With a sigh, he reached over to the bleach at his side and set about correcting the problem.
My first attempt at the challenge I picked up at 50ouran, on livejournal. This is for #16: Roots.
Tetsuya is the best, you all know you wanna cuddle him! That and leave reviews for me. ;)