Blemishes Part I
Hiroki was no longer a teenager, and he was quite glad for it. One of the reasons he was glad to be rid of those tear filled years was mainly because of those horrid blemishes on his face, chest, and back. While he had been blessed with attractive features consisting of a strong, slim jawline and a nicely rounded face, he had also been cursed with terrible acne. It was a miracle how he had managed to not acquire scars from the severe acne.
However, he had been glad that the zits and blackheads had actually only lasted about a year. That one year though had consisted of enough pimples to last Hiroki a lifetime.
He hadn't really been teased for his acne, but he thought it was more from the fact that he was Akihiko's friend. Everyone wanted to be his friend, and you couldn't be friends with someone if you had insulted their original best friend, now could you?
Because of his nice bone structure and overall appearance, he was lucky enough to be able to get a boyfriend once in a while.
However, at nearly thirty damn years old, when he was doing his morning routine of brushing his teeth, he had caught the sight of a small, yet very threatening zit right above his left eyebrow.
Hiroki growled and slammed his still-toothpaste-coated toothbrush down onto the counter and leaned forward, getting closer to the mirror. He couldn't believe it! Nearly eleven years of not having a single blemish and now one decides to ruin his life?! Right before his date with Nowaki?!
He began to try and squeeze at it, but the pain was too much. He brought his hands back to down to the counter and stared at the evil thing with a mixture of horror and disgust. "Goddammit..."
He had a date in four hours with Nowaki. The adorable doctor had only been called in for a half-day, so he would get off around noon.
They were to have their date in a nice family restaurant. They had actually been going there for years. Hiroki's forehead creased and he whined to himself, "How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this in four hours?"
He let out a heavy sigh and fixed a loose button on his shirt. He could do this...maybe Nowaki wouldn't notice. Hopefully the brat wouldn't notice.
The professor shook his head and made his way to the genkan and slid on his shoes. He was on his way the convienience store to buy some face-wash to vanquish the tiny devil. As he walked down his apartments halls and the streets, his quiet but maniacal glare scared quite a few people out of his path.
He would not let the evil blemish ruin his perfect day, not if he could help it.
