Sorry this is a little late; it took me until late afternoon to remember it was Saturday.

Title: Renji's Bad Hair Day

Featuring: Renji, Hinamori, Byakuya

"Kuso!" Renji swore as the hair band broke and snapped painfully against his fingers. One hand still keeping his hair in a horsetail, he fumbled through his desk for another band, and swore again as he realised there were none left.

"I can't leave it like this!" he complained. "I washed it this morning and ran out of gel; if I can't tie it back, it…"

"Good morning, Abarai-kun! I've got the reports for you!" Hinamori said, poking her head in through the doorway to his office. Caught off-guard, Renji let out an undignified yelp and tripped over his chair to land sprawled out on the floor with his hair escaping and going in all directions.

"Oh, Abarai-kun! Are you all right?" she asked, hiding a tiny smile as she scurried around the desk to help him back up.

"My hair is driving me mad today!" he said with such a fierce glare at the offending mess that it was a surprise it didn't burst into flame. "And all of my damn hair ties are broken!"

"Why don't you borrow one of mine?" Hinamori suggested, and reaching up to her bun, pulled off the cover so a long snake of hair fell halfway to the floor. She tugged one of the regularly spaced hair bands off and handed it to him. "Keep it as long as you need it."

"You're a life-saver, Hinamori," Renji said gratefully. He gathered up all of his hair and pulled it back into its usual spiky ponytail.

x

"You're late."

The calm voice of his captain made Renji gulp nervously as he approached Byakuya's desk to deliver a sheaf of paperwork. "I… had a little trouble this morning, Kuchiki-taichou."

"Trouble? Of what sort?" Byakuya asked, not looking up from his work.

"Nothing…" Renji froze. He was sure he had just heard a creaking noise. "Did you hear that, sir?"

"Hear what?"

Once again, Renji heard something creak and groan, as if under enormous pressure. "There it is again!"

"It is obvious that you are unable to work efficiently today, Abarai," Byakuya said, turning his cool gaze onto the redhead. "I suggest you leave…"

"Oh no…" Renji whispered, finally realising that the sound was coming from somewhere just behind and above him. "Please no…"

With a final groan, the borrowed hair tie gave way, and Renji's hair flopped all over his face. Unfortunately for him, the short time it had been tied back had allowed it to partially dry, and each dry strand, unfettered by its usual burden of gel, had become frizzy.

Byakuya looked at the frizzy, snarled and spiky mess that completely covered his lieutenant, and sighed. "Why didn't you just say you were having a bad hair day?"

My hair isn't quite this bad, but some days, it comes close.