#3 Hair
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Usagi really had a bad day. Because she was late for school in the morning she got detention. Then her English teacher decided spontaneously to write an vocabulary test and of course she was not prepared and on top of that the blonde failed her last maths test. Now she was sitting at her usual spot at the counter in the arcade and stared into her chocolate milkshake. 'My mother will kill me because of this. The day can't get any worse!' she thought. But whe he entered the arcade and made his way over to the counter Usagi corrected herself. This day would get worse like everytime after a meeting with her arch nemesis.
''Hi Meatball Head!'' Mamoru greeted her in his usual teasing manner. ''Why so depressed? Let me guess,'' he continued with a smile on his face. ''You failed another test today, right? You really should study a bit more.'' ''If I failed a test or not and how much I study is my business, not yours!'' Usagi snapped. ''And for the last time, don't call me Meatball Head! These are hairknots, ok? So stop saying such things about my hair you baka! What is it with you and my hair?'' Mamoru shrugged his shoulders. ''It just looks strange and funny, I think. You really should think about a haircut Meatball Head or at least a different hairstyle,'' he added coolly. ''For the last time mind your own business!'' Usagi answered angrily. ''Besides, my hairstyle isn't strange. It's special and very traditional! Even Sailor Moon wears her hair like I do and...'' ''And because you are a fan,'' she was interrupted by the raven haired guy, ''you copied her style. Only that Odangos suit her much better compared to you.'' he added with a sarcastic voice.
That was too much for the blonde girl in front of him especially after that day. ''Mamoru Chiba you are the greatest baka in the whole world and I hate you!'' she exploded. ''I don't need to copy other peoples' hairstyles. I wear my hair like this since I was a child and I like it that way, even if you don't! And to be honest I don't even care if you like my hair or not you arrogant bastard!'' With that Usagi grabbed her bag and stormed out of the arcade. ''Oh Mamoru,'' Motoki who had overheared the whole coversation, sighed. ''You really should be nicer to her. She is a great girl and I know that you have a thing for her. So you should stop teasing her especially about her appearance.'' He shook his head and started to clean the counter. ''Sometimes I can't understand you my friend.''
Mamoru didn't answer, he couldn't. He just stared into his steaming coffee and sighed. 'Motoki is right. Why is teasing you all I can do every time we meet when all I really want is to tell you the truth about the way you look.' Mamoru thought sadly. 'Oh my Usako if you only knew what I really think. Your hair is the most amazing thing I have ever seen.When the wind plays with these two long pigtails falling down from your Odangos it takes my breath away. If you would wear your hair down it would without a doubt reach the ground. It looks like the finest silk and shines like gold when the sun is reflected in it and makes you look like the most beautiful goddes one can imagine. Your hair simply is a miracle.'