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kat8chaTitle: The Super Ugly Duckling
Author: K8
Pairing: Koharu/Yuuji
Rating: PG
Summary: Koharu was never the PRETTIEST guy around, so he developed a defense mechanism
A/N: In honor of Koharu's b-day and Mellybean's persistence.
"Koharu-kun, it's not because you're ugly." Ichiko scuffed her shoe through the playground's sandbox. Koharu was looking up at her with big, round eyes, trapped behind coke bottle glasses. "Though you are. It's because you freak me out." This was the end of Koharu's flagging childhood interest in the strangeness that were girls, and the beginning of a terrible, horrible childhood. Koharu was not just 'weird' he was 'freaky' and no one wanted to be friends with the freaky kid. Koharu was ranked even lower than the kid who ate paste for lunch, and that was pretty darn low.
Koharu didn't have a huge problem with his looks. He knew his hair style was funny, and his glasses were out of date, but there was a REASON. The reason was, of course, that his mother was too wrapped up in cosplay to actually pay attention to dressing her son up normally. "It's really a very attractive hair cut, Ko-chan." Koharu's mother fussed with the edo-period samurai wig. "You look very cute. Now hold still so I can get your costume just right. Mommy has a shoot and she wants you to look perfect." (And this is why Koharu develops not only the freakishly unmanly ability to sew, but also he gains a large amount of wigs, and a love of sequins. Anything was better with sequins.) Eventually Koharu figured, well, if he HAD to be ugly (which he did) then, he might as well be the UGLIEST DUCKLING EVER.
It was the only way he was going to grow up into a totally hot goose.
So Koharu quaked, and flailed, and cracked the class up. They thought he was ugly, they thought he was freaky, and most of all they thought he was funny. This was all with Koharu just being himself. He grew so used to having people laugh at him that Koharu figured 'well, if I can make them laugh AT me... why not make them laugh WITH me' because even at 6, Koharu was a genius. So Koharu cultivated a class clown image, and eventually he stopped being 'that ugly freaky kid' and started being 'the hilarious fucking homo from class --'.
Yes, homo, as in homosexual, because nothing was funnier than being gay… and Koharu found that he really wasn't all that interested in girls. Boys, now, boys were much more interesting. Well, the cute ones anyway.
Sometime around freshman year of Jr. High Koharu discovered Tennis… and it stuck. Koharu wasn't much for sports, but he seemed to be half decent at tennis, and since most of the first years were as bad or worse than Koharu, Koharu stuck with it. Koharu got better too, got WAY better, and his gags seemed to be a hit on the tennis courts, and with the tennis team. It wasn't till the next year though that Koharu met Yuuji. Well, Koharu'd MET Yuuji before… he just never seriously interacted with Yuuji until Osamu, in all his stoner wisdom, had paired them up.
"I want you to work with Yuuji." Osamu said, scratching at his... chin. "His play style's too defensive, and your play style is too offensive."
Koharu held a hand to his heart. "Osamu-chan! Are you saying I offend you?" Koharu made the saddest face he could make, even welling up a few alligator tears. The first years snickered behind their rackets. Osamu just rolled his eyes.
"Not me, kid, but your opponents." Osamu tipped his hat down, shading his eyes from the sun. "Whatever, I just want you and Yuuji spending so much time together you blend, alright?'
Koharu looked over at Yuuji. Yuuji was okay, he wasn't the type of guy to laugh at Koharu's gags, and he didn't excell in classes though he WAS good. Yuuji's hair, which was an okay shade and texture now that Koharu bothered to examine it, flopped over Yuuji's forehead and obscured his face. "Yuuuuuuuu~kun~~~ Looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together!" Koharu threw a companionable arm around Yuuji's shoulders.
Yuuji shrugged, tossing Koharu's arm right off.
Koharu, resiliently, put his arm back around Yuuji's shoulders.
...Yuuji shrugged him off.
"..." Koharu grinned. "Yuuuuu-kun." Leaning close Koharu blew a puff of air over, presumably, where Yuuji's ear was hidden in all that hair. "I think I'm in love." Koharu was expecting getting hit in the face, judging from Yuuji's actions he was a homophone, but then Yuuji did something that none of the cute boys Koharu hit on ever did.
Yuuji blushed.
Just a little, so faint it was barely there, but it was definitely a blush.
"We can't play tennis with your arm around my shoulder." Yuuji stated. Koharu grinned widely.
"I'm a genius, Yuu-kun. I'll find a way."
Author: K8
Pairing: Koharu/Yuuji
Rating: PG
Summary: Koharu was never the PRETTIEST guy around, so he developed a defense mechanism
A/N: In honor of Koharu's b-day and Mellybean's persistence.
"Koharu-kun, it's not because you're ugly." Ichiko scuffed her shoe through the playground's sandbox. Koharu was looking up at her with big, round eyes, trapped behind coke bottle glasses. "Though you are. It's because you freak me out." This was the end of Koharu's flagging childhood interest in the strangeness that were girls, and the beginning of a terrible, horrible childhood. Koharu was not just 'weird' he was 'freaky' and no one wanted to be friends with the freaky kid. Koharu was ranked even lower than the kid who ate paste for lunch, and that was pretty darn low.
Koharu didn't have a huge problem with his looks. He knew his hair style was funny, and his glasses were out of date, but there was a REASON. The reason was, of course, that his mother was too wrapped up in cosplay to actually pay attention to dressing her son up normally. "It's really a very attractive hair cut, Ko-chan." Koharu's mother fussed with the edo-period samurai wig. "You look very cute. Now hold still so I can get your costume just right. Mommy has a shoot and she wants you to look perfect." (And this is why Koharu develops not only the freakishly unmanly ability to sew, but also he gains a large amount of wigs, and a love of sequins. Anything was better with sequins.) Eventually Koharu figured, well, if he HAD to be ugly (which he did) then, he might as well be the UGLIEST DUCKLING EVER.
It was the only way he was going to grow up into a totally hot goose.
So Koharu quaked, and flailed, and cracked the class up. They thought he was ugly, they thought he was freaky, and most of all they thought he was funny. This was all with Koharu just being himself. He grew so used to having people laugh at him that Koharu figured 'well, if I can make them laugh AT me... why not make them laugh WITH me' because even at 6, Koharu was a genius. So Koharu cultivated a class clown image, and eventually he stopped being 'that ugly freaky kid' and started being 'the hilarious fucking homo from class --'.
Yes, homo, as in homosexual, because nothing was funnier than being gay… and Koharu found that he really wasn't all that interested in girls. Boys, now, boys were much more interesting. Well, the cute ones anyway.
Sometime around freshman year of Jr. High Koharu discovered Tennis… and it stuck. Koharu wasn't much for sports, but he seemed to be half decent at tennis, and since most of the first years were as bad or worse than Koharu, Koharu stuck with it. Koharu got better too, got WAY better, and his gags seemed to be a hit on the tennis courts, and with the tennis team. It wasn't till the next year though that Koharu met Yuuji. Well, Koharu'd MET Yuuji before… he just never seriously interacted with Yuuji until Osamu, in all his stoner wisdom, had paired them up.
"I want you to work with Yuuji." Osamu said, scratching at his... chin. "His play style's too defensive, and your play style is too offensive."
Koharu held a hand to his heart. "Osamu-chan! Are you saying I offend you?" Koharu made the saddest face he could make, even welling up a few alligator tears. The first years snickered behind their rackets. Osamu just rolled his eyes.
"Not me, kid, but your opponents." Osamu tipped his hat down, shading his eyes from the sun. "Whatever, I just want you and Yuuji spending so much time together you blend, alright?'
Koharu looked over at Yuuji. Yuuji was okay, he wasn't the type of guy to laugh at Koharu's gags, and he didn't excell in classes though he WAS good. Yuuji's hair, which was an okay shade and texture now that Koharu bothered to examine it, flopped over Yuuji's forehead and obscured his face. "Yuuuuuuuu~kun~~~ Looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together!" Koharu threw a companionable arm around Yuuji's shoulders.
Yuuji shrugged, tossing Koharu's arm right off.
Koharu, resiliently, put his arm back around Yuuji's shoulders.
...Yuuji shrugged him off.
"..." Koharu grinned. "Yuuuuu-kun." Leaning close Koharu blew a puff of air over, presumably, where Yuuji's ear was hidden in all that hair. "I think I'm in love." Koharu was expecting getting hit in the face, judging from Yuuji's actions he was a homophone, but then Yuuji did something that none of the cute boys Koharu hit on ever did.
Yuuji blushed.
Just a little, so faint it was barely there, but it was definitely a blush.
"We can't play tennis with your arm around my shoulder." Yuuji stated. Koharu grinned widely.
"I'm a genius, Yuu-kun. I'll find a way."
