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[kat8cha]

You people should write me Hiyoshi fic.

Hiyoshi... Ficlet? Drabble? Thingy?
Hiyoshi hates his hair, and Kitti pulls a Davide
PG

Hiyoshi hated his hair. He hated the color, and he definitely hated the cut. It was the same cut year after year because his mother wouldn’t let him get it cut by a barber and so instead she did it. Her hands weren’t the steadiest on the scissors either. Once when he was about 6 Hiyoshi had decided to cut it himself, and had cut it very short. He’d still hated it, though for a different reason. The other kids at the dojo called him ‘Ugly Duckling’ and laughed at it. He decided he preferred ‘Mushroom’ to ‘Ugly Duckling’. Even if his other said that the duck grew up to be a swan.

Hiyoshi didn’t want to be a swan after all.

At Hyotei Hiyoshi was once again bombarded with taunts of ‘Mushroom’. He didn’t care though, because he knew he was better then the other first years in the club. He was better then some of the second years too. He wasn’t near as good as Atobe though, and that was his aim. To be better then Atobe.

Gekokujou.

Atobe was better at a lot of things though. He might not have had many friends, but he had an entire school that fell to their knees and worshiped him. He had his ‘insight’ into an opponents weakness, and his arrogance. To insult Atobe Keigo was to spit in God’s eye, somehow, somewhere, you’d get smitten. Atobe also had really, really good hair. Hiyoshi would glare down an opponent through dirty blond locks but Atobe could stop people in their tracks with a single hair flip.

And then there was Echizen, and Hiyoshi realized that hair today, gone tomorrow.

He still hated his hair though.