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“Noooooo, don’t do this.” Reo wailed as he dropped to the floor, dramatically clutching his chest as if what he saw was physically hurting him. “Cut it out Reo, you’re being dramatic.”
“No I’m not Hyoma be reasonable and don’t do this. I’m not over reacting, right Nagi?” The pair turn to their left where the lazy genius lays for once he is actually paying attention to the scene in front of him and not his phone.
“Why are you changing it princess? I thought you liked it?” The white haired male stated. Chigiri stared at the boy on the bed, shocked that he actually had thoughts, that he voiced, about the current situation.
Hyoma turned back to the mirror. The sounds ‘snip, snip, snip’ reverberated around the room.
“ I grew my hair out after I tore my acl. I was depressed and didn’t feel like doing anything or caring about how I looked. I decided to focus all of my attention on my hair instead of the fact I could no longer carry out my dream. Basically my hair is a result of my past depression. Yes, I love my hair. I find it pretty and I know you guys like it to but I decided to change it as a show of how I’ve grown and won’t let fear hold me back any longer.”
The redhead stopped his speaking as he also stopped his cutting. Admiring his new hairdo in the bathroom mirror. He felt the gazes of his two best friends on him and he turned to face them, ready for a lecture or something. However, what he did not expect was his friend’s faces to look so understanding and… proud? Yes, they both looked proud.
“Well it’s good to see you’ve grown Hyo, I’m so happy for you.” The purple head spoke. The redhead smiled as Nagi pulled them both in for a hug.
“Can I still call you princess tho?” Chigiri playfully slapped Nagi on the arm.
Breaking off the hug Reo grabbed the scissors off the bathroom counter and turned Hyoma around, seating him down once again. “Snip! Snip! Depression be gone,” he sang. A warm feeling erupted inside of the redhead. With Reo cutting his hair and Nagi playing on his phone a metre away Hyoma felt happy. Now he would never tell them this but what helped him break out of his depression wasn’t just soccer it was them. His friends. Team z, Barou, Reo, Nagi…Kunigami. The people he found at blue lock became his friends. Something he didn’t have back then.
***
The chatter died down as the Manshine trio entered the collective meal room. A place at the centre of the facility where food was eaten by all teams. Reo and Chigiri grabbed the I food whilst Nagi went to find them seats. The whole journey he felt eyes on him. To be honest the red head was getting quite annoyed. If these people had something to say then just say it instead of staring!!! Instead of anyone speaking to him though, he felt a hand caressing his freshly cut hair.
Now, instead of his shoulder length hair, the pink on his head fell to his chin. On right side of his face the beautiful pink lightly caresses his lower chin and on the left his hair was neatly shaved to make short waves.
He jumped,bumping into Reo as he flinched from the touch of a hand in his hair. He looked to his left to see Bachira. His excitable brunette-yellow haired friend.
“Wow Chigirin, you cut your hair? I think it looks so cool!” He exclaimed, kneading his fingers through the cropped, shaved side of his hair. “Even with your hair short you still look like a princess.” He brought his hand to his chin stroking it slightly to exaggerate his thought. “You look like a very cool, badass princess!” He exclaimed once again. Chigiri couldn’t hide the smile the grazed his face at his friend’s words.
“Thanks Bachira,” he chucked.
Reo and Chigiri walked over to the table which hosted Nagi, now followed by Bachira who continues to spout compliments about chigiri’s new look. As the trio sat down, another figure made their self know in the shape of Isagi.
“Looking good Chigiri,” he smiled, placing his own food at the table before talking a seat. They continued to chat, the five of them, (four because Nagi made no such contributions to the conversation) as more blue lockians sang their compliments about Chigiri’s hair.
He received a “looking good,” and a whistle from Karasu which was responded with an eye roll and a chuckle, an array of “you look wonderful’s” from Nanase, Hiori and Kurona, sad crying from Aryu, blabbering about his “beautiful red locks having face punishment from the gods”and even a comment from Kaiser…
“You still look like a beautiful stone just a bit more boyish. Beauty is still beauty nonetheless and that is something I can appreciate.” Hyoma’s not to sure how to feel about that though.
***
One thing Chigiri appreciated about his new haircut is the fact that his hair keeps out of his eyes and stops making his neck sweat even more when playing soccer. He’d just finished his drills and now sat alone on the empty training grounds, guzzling a bottle of water as if he were a deprived animal. One thing is for sure though, he thought he was alone.
For the second time this day a hand found its way into Chigiri’s hair. Caressing the side that was chopped and the side that was long. Chigiri looked up, his bright magenta eyes meeting deep, red ones.
“Hey King.” He exclaimed. Seeing the large striker made Chigiri instantly want to tease the man. Those red eyes kept themselves trained on the smaller speedster, assessing and looking him over.
Suddenly, that’s when something clicked inside of Chigiri’s head. “What are you doing here Barou? You’re in the Manshine stratum and I usually bother you at the Ubers.” The lion like man looked at him once more, hand leaving the pink locks. Barou repositioned himself on the ground infront of Hyoma. “Who cut your hair?” He asked. Chigiri stared at him, expecting him to continue talking but when no more words left his mouth he decided to answer the question. “I did it myself.”
The King scoffed, “no wonder it’s such sloppy work.” Chigiri gasped, instantly offended. “Hey,” he barked. “I think I did a pretty good job with what I had to work with. You don’t like it?”The red haired turned away, pouting.
A short laugh sounded from Barou, harsh and loud but definitely authentic. “You should have come to me for some help. I know a thing or two about cutting hair.” Hyoma looked at him shocked, mouth agape. Barou continued, “Just so you know, I don’t hate it. A new look to showcase the new you right? The Red panther. Fastest in blue lock. You evolved from the sad shrub you use to be.” The last comment was just flat out rude, a shrub? Hyoma thought. I’m not a shrub and never was. He was going to comment but the sincere look Barou gave him made the redhead hold his tongue.
“Thanks Barou and you’re completely right. This is the new me and he’s sticking around for as long as he can!!” Barou stood up once again making his way to leave, his hand falling atop the younger’s head, ruffling it like one would do to a child. “If you want I could help even it up a bit, make it look neater.” He proposed. Walking away, Hyoma heard the man call out one last thing.
“You’re still a princess to me, princess. I’m still gonna kick your ass so try to keep up. You’re fun to play with.”
A smirk grazed Chigiri’s lips. Your on King.
***
Everyday after Hyoma’s training he does one last thing before returning to his room to ‘sleep’ (gossip with Reo and Nagi for another hour), he goes the the Bastard Munchen gym to bother his Hero.
After he returned from the wildcard program his hero hasn’t been the same. Instead of stolen kisses and whispered affirmations Chigiri got “you’re to naive princess” and “leave me alone.” Non the less, Hyoma was determined to bring his love back from the dark side.
Arriving at the gym he was greeted with the mouthwatering sight of Kunigami, muscles strained, sweating and squatting holding 100kg weights. What could he say, chigiri is just a thirsty teenage boy in need of a tall,handsome glass of orange juice.
Blush spread across his body, he guarantees his face was just as red as his hair.
“Kunigami,” he called expecting no response like usually. Today however, the orange haired man turned around. Placing his weights on the floor, Kunigami approached Chigiri. Eyes still dead looking but hiding something else.
His large, calloused hands ran through Chigiri’s hair, catching him off guard, a small gasp leaving his lips. The hand in his hair slowly moved down, cupping his chin and tilting it upwards, facing towards kunigami’s eyes.
“You finally decided to embrace the new you, huh, princess.” He whispered leaning towards Hyoma’s ear. “You’ve got your drive back and you’re finally in control once again.” His hand began stroking circles on Hyoma’s cheek. “Keep changing, keep your passion burning and keep on smiling Hyoma.” Kunigami pulled away and walked out the door. Leaving Chigiri breathless and shocked.
That’s what was in his eyes, lust and longing but most of all and more importantly genuine happiness for Hyoma.
Chigiri smiled, he knew his Rensuke was in there.
Hyoma changed for the better. He cut off the depressed him and let his passion grow. He knew he could do the same for Rensuke because if a petty little grouch like Chigiri could do it, his handsome prince could to.