TORTURED BY RAINBOWS

Atsushi hated, hated, hated the red ribbon Mizuki had given him. He’d always hated it. He hated the hair cut too, but there was nothing he could do about that except wait for it to grow back. The ribbon Atsushi got to remove while he was in classes, but the minute he was anywhere near a tennis court he had to have it on. Atsushi did not know why but he suspected it had something to do with Mizuki’s fashion sense; gay and unfashionable as Mizuki’s fashion sense was.

“Atsushi da ne!” Shinya’s voice squawked in his ear bringing Atsushi back to the present time and present situation. “Untie me da ne!” Ah yes, and the present tied to his bed.

His ribbon had it’s uses.