Seeing Green
Drabble 1: Perverts
Notes: I'm perfectly aware that this is OOC, but Heiji is a hormonally-charged teenager just like any other boy his age. Even if it may not seem like he fits in with the trends, I found the idea funny.
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Hattori Heiji was not a pervert.
At least, he attempted to assure himself of this, because contrary to popular belief, he did not find pleasure in watching his best friend – who also happened to be female and very, very cute – pull up her tube top continuously as they walked through the department store, climbing escalator after escalator.
He wasn't a pervert. It wasn't like he was secretly enjoying checking out his friend's rack. Not that it was readily visible or anything, but if he used his imagination – Heiji's eye twitched. He was not about to continue that thought. Only perverts did that, and he was most definitely NOT one.
However, he did notice various guys (who appeared to be taken already) shamelessly looking Kazuha up and down. Many flashed smiles at her, a few even asked her for her phone number when their girls weren't around. But they weren't stupid, and they recognized Heiji as the great detective of the West, as well as the captain of the kendo club at Kaihougakuen who was skilled enough to defeat several Osaka swordsmen. They knew to back off when Heiji sent them heated death glares.
Those guys were perverts.
So when Kazuha trudged ahead of him, once again pulling up that damned tube top with nearly all the males within seeing distance stealing lustful glances at his gir – no, his friend – one could only imagine his response.
"GOD DAMMIT, KAZUHA, IF YOU DON'T MARCH YOURSELF UP TO THE FIFTH FLOOR AND BUY YOURSELF A BRA THAT ACTUALLY FITS YOU, I'LL GO UP THERE AND GET YOU ONE MYSELF!"
Shocked. Recovered. Offended. A sound slap to the face.
And yes, Hattori Heiji was still no pervert.
End.