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Secret?!--PoT, Drabble
Title: Secret?!
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Hyoutei
Rating: G
Disclaimer: LOL.
Summary: Hyoutei talks about Atobe's hair.
Notes: Written because of 40.5. Cracky. Drabble-ish.
Six members of the Hyoutei boys' tennis team peered down at the open pages of a book.
Shishido adjusted his cap. "Should we hide it?"
"It might be the best idea," Hiyoshi said, glancing warily toward the door.
"He might get upset," Choutarou mumbled, tugging at his necklace. Taki stifled a laugh.
"I want to see him get upset!" Gakuto practically climbed onto the table in excitement. "The look on his face--"
Oshitari interrupted: "When he finds out that they told everyone it was a wig all along? He did always think he could pull the wool over--"
The door opened, and the boys silenced. Jirou bounced in, animatedly finishing up a story. His words drifted off as he saw the polite disinterest on Atobe's face change to a grin. "Eh?" The entire group fell silent.
Kabaji edged in behind Atobe and followed the older boy's gaze down to the book.
"Did you think it wasn't obvious?" Atobe ran his hands through his close-cropped hair; a style that looked nothing like the long locks portrayed on the page.
To the great relief of some, and disappointment of others, Atobe Keigo was indeed amused.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Hyoutei
Rating: G
Disclaimer: LOL.
Summary: Hyoutei talks about Atobe's hair.
Notes: Written because of 40.5. Cracky. Drabble-ish.
Six members of the Hyoutei boys' tennis team peered down at the open pages of a book.
Shishido adjusted his cap. "Should we hide it?"
"It might be the best idea," Hiyoshi said, glancing warily toward the door.
"He might get upset," Choutarou mumbled, tugging at his necklace. Taki stifled a laugh.
"I want to see him get upset!" Gakuto practically climbed onto the table in excitement. "The look on his face--"
Oshitari interrupted: "When he finds out that they told everyone it was a wig all along? He did always think he could pull the wool over--"
The door opened, and the boys silenced. Jirou bounced in, animatedly finishing up a story. His words drifted off as he saw the polite disinterest on Atobe's face change to a grin. "Eh?" The entire group fell silent.
Kabaji edged in behind Atobe and followed the older boy's gaze down to the book.
"Did you think it wasn't obvious?" Atobe ran his hands through his close-cropped hair; a style that looked nothing like the long locks portrayed on the page.
To the great relief of some, and disappointment of others, Atobe Keigo was indeed amused.