A/N: Quick fic for SeungSeiRan! I wish writer's block wasn't killing my creativity. Steve/Leo in a way.
"I really think you should get a haircut."
"Please, my bloody hair is fine."Steve grunted, taking another swing at the dangling, red punching bag. The punches were precise, each one making a clean slice in the air and recoiling back in a split second. Too bad they made no contact with the bag.
"Then why are you missing the target when it's right in front of you?" Leo quirked an eyebrow.
"I'm practicing control."
"Right."
"Why should I listen to you?" the Brit snarled as he tried to hit the target, not paying attention to the German.
"Because it's sad when a man has hair that covers their eyes when it's not slicked back with three jars of pomade."
"Oh that means a lot coming from a girl with hair shorter than half the guys in the tournament."
"And says the guy who looks like he could be mistaken as a girl if someone were to look at your face alone." Leo snapped back.
"You're just saying that to compensate the fact that people can't figure out what bloody gender you are!"
"Excuse me for not wearing skimpy tops, barely there skirts and caked on face paint like some of the women here!"
"Well who straps their bosoms?"
"Who says the word bosoms?"
"You know what? I don't need this! I'm leaving." Steve flipped his long locks in a dramatic fashion and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Leo shook her head and sighed.
"This is your house, you idiot."