matching haircuts - football fic - muniain/de gea gen
I wanted fic about this picture, and then distira ALSO wanted fic about that picture, and so I wrote it. Sort of? It's real short, and lazy. \o/
Sort of Iker Muniain/David De Gea but really just a short bit of ridic, saccharine-sweet gen about the Spanish babies.
Thiago notices first, because he always does, and he says something, because he always does. "What happened to your hair?"
David gives him a look: very funny, and keeps walking down the bus. Thiago's giggling the whole way.
"Nice hair," Javi says, holding out a fist for David to bump, which he does, and then takes his seat two up from Javi. Javi likes to sit at the back of the bus in order to better monitor his team of miscreants. From there he has the best vantage point for keeping order, which mostly consists of throwing bits of rubbish at Iker's head when he gets too loud.
David sits by the window and runs a hand over the side of his head. He's never buzzed it this short. It feels weird. He gets his phone out and opens up a conversation with Iker from the day before. He's halfway through a message berating him for leaving David to the mercy of their teammates when the door opens and a tiny bundle of energy explodes up the stairs. Iker stomps down the aisle to where Thiago is sitting, staring silently at him. Iker stops, puts his hands on his hips, and strikes a pose: jaw tilted and head turned to the right to give the full effect of the mohawk. He grins proudly and waits. Behind him, Ander doesn't even try to get past.
Thiago doesn't hold out for long. "What," he says, more deliberately this time, "- the fuck happened to your head?"
Iker grins prouder and says, "Do you like it? It was for you."
Thiago snorts. "I think you look like an even bigger idiot than usual," he says.
Iker fake lunges at Thiago who yells and throws himself sideways, but Iker just stands up and says, "Good, because I was lying, it was really all for David." And then he looks up and catches David's eye, and David can't help but start grinning. He buries his face in his hands though, because Iker is obnoxious enough without people encouraging him.
Iker isn't fooled. He reaches over to slap hands with Javi and then drops sideways into the seat next to David. His knees are digging into David's side and his face is invading David's personal space about ten times over.
"Cool hair," he says, laughing, and David laughs back. "You too," he says. "It looks better on you."
Iker smiles like the joke's on David and he turns to face forwards but he's still resting half against David.
"Yeah," Iker says after a moment, "it does." But David can see him grinning out of the corner of his eye and so then David's smiling too, staring out the window at the parking lot. Iker nudges him and the bus starts moving.
Later, after they've taken a picture and it's on twitter, after the game, David gets a direct message.
"Changed my mind," it says. "Definitely looks better on you xx"
Sort of Iker Muniain/David De Gea but really just a short bit of ridic, saccharine-sweet gen about the Spanish babies.
Thiago notices first, because he always does, and he says something, because he always does. "What happened to your hair?"
David gives him a look: very funny, and keeps walking down the bus. Thiago's giggling the whole way.
"Nice hair," Javi says, holding out a fist for David to bump, which he does, and then takes his seat two up from Javi. Javi likes to sit at the back of the bus in order to better monitor his team of miscreants. From there he has the best vantage point for keeping order, which mostly consists of throwing bits of rubbish at Iker's head when he gets too loud.
David sits by the window and runs a hand over the side of his head. He's never buzzed it this short. It feels weird. He gets his phone out and opens up a conversation with Iker from the day before. He's halfway through a message berating him for leaving David to the mercy of their teammates when the door opens and a tiny bundle of energy explodes up the stairs. Iker stomps down the aisle to where Thiago is sitting, staring silently at him. Iker stops, puts his hands on his hips, and strikes a pose: jaw tilted and head turned to the right to give the full effect of the mohawk. He grins proudly and waits. Behind him, Ander doesn't even try to get past.
Thiago doesn't hold out for long. "What," he says, more deliberately this time, "- the fuck happened to your head?"
Iker grins prouder and says, "Do you like it? It was for you."
Thiago snorts. "I think you look like an even bigger idiot than usual," he says.
Iker fake lunges at Thiago who yells and throws himself sideways, but Iker just stands up and says, "Good, because I was lying, it was really all for David." And then he looks up and catches David's eye, and David can't help but start grinning. He buries his face in his hands though, because Iker is obnoxious enough without people encouraging him.
Iker isn't fooled. He reaches over to slap hands with Javi and then drops sideways into the seat next to David. His knees are digging into David's side and his face is invading David's personal space about ten times over.
"Cool hair," he says, laughing, and David laughs back. "You too," he says. "It looks better on you."
Iker smiles like the joke's on David and he turns to face forwards but he's still resting half against David.
"Yeah," Iker says after a moment, "it does." But David can see him grinning out of the corner of his eye and so then David's smiling too, staring out the window at the parking lot. Iker nudges him and the bus starts moving.
Later, after they've taken a picture and it's on twitter, after the game, David gets a direct message.
"Changed my mind," it says. "Definitely looks better on you xx"