Help! My vanity's at stake!
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei's.
Author's note: A series of vain Tezuka and meddling Fuji written for vierblith and all PurrrfectPair lovers out there! Enjoy! And drop me a review too:)
Take one: My hair is not in place!
Raising his hand to smoothen the sticky-outy bit of his hair in front of the mirror, Tezuka was tempted to give a growl of exasperation. He had been trying to get that disobedient strand to lie flat for at least a good fifteen minutes, to no avail.
Reaching out to grab Fuji's hairspray, he paused and looked closely at the bottle, scrutinising it completely.
No, it wouldn't do. Fuji's hairspray smelt like apples. He couldn't risk losing his classmates', teachers' (he secretly enjoyed intimidating them, Fuji said), and team mates' respect if they found out that he used girly hairspray. Not that he minded the scent as long as it stayed on Fuji's hair and not his own.
Plus the fact that the tensai would never let him live it down if he found out that Tezuka had been using hair products; after all, Tezuka had never outwardly portrayed any hints of vanity.
Absently, he stood there trying to get the strand to blend in with the rest of his hair.
"Want me to fix that for you, Mitsu?" An amused voice floated towards him from the door of the bathroom.
Glaring at Fuji, who was leaning against the wall with a satisfied grin on his face, Tezuka chided himself for not noticing Fuji's presence until now. Just how long had the tensai been watching him struggle?
"I'm sure I can make your hair look better…" Fuji stepped toward him and Tezuka automatically took a step backward. He recognised that smile and it was highly suspicious.
"No." He replied sternly.
"Please? I know just the hairstyle that suits you best!" Fuji chuckled animatedly.
Tezuka sighed and gave in, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub so the shorter boy could fiddle with his hair easily.
Closing his eyes, Tezuka tried to relax as he waited for Fuji's hands to descend upon his hair.
Grinning, Fuji whipped out his camera and snapped a shot of Tezuka.
"Ready, Mitsu?"
"Hnn, I suppose so."
He gave it a spray of the apple-scented hairspray (Tezuka groaned inwardly), then proceeded to literally mess Tezuka's hair up.
"All done!"
Looking into the mirror, Tezuka tried not to look horrified.
The hair which he had desperately tried to tame since he got out of bed looked exactly how it started out looking. Bed hair. Thrown about wildly in extreme fashion.
"Syuusuke. What is this?"
"I think you look the hottest when you just get out of bed!" Fuji declared happily.
"Syuusuke. Fix it. Now." Tezuka commanded.
"Saa… Yudan sezu ni ikou, ne Mitsu?" Chuckling merrily, Fuji scampered out of the bathroom as Tezuka gave chase.
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