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[jan 29][Lovely Complex] Moron-proof
Title: Moron-proof
Day / Theme: January 29 / baka-yoke
Series: Lovely Complex
Characters: Otani, Koizumi
Rating: G
Otani Atsushi came careening into Risa’s school clinic, breathless from running all the way to her school after receiving a cryptic text message about soul-scarring ruination and disfigured faces.
“Koizumi!” he hollered in panic. “Koizumi, where are you? Don’t tell me your stupidity finally caught up and killed you!”
“Ahou,” came the petulant response from behind a drawn curtain. “How is that a way to greet your injured girlfriend? Whom you haven’t seen for a week, may I add?”
Tracking her by her voice, Otani located said girlfriend and slipped in to stand by her bedside. She was hidden underneath a blanket, but he could make out the outline of her face to know she had a distorted sort of expression on her face.
“Why must you show me that ugly face when I’m finally seeing you after a while?” he asked irritably. “Ahou. Anyway, what happened to you? You don’t seem hurt.”
“I don’t seem hurt,” she muttered. “I’m under a sheet and he says I don’t seem hurt. And for once you’re actually right. I am ugly right now. I can’t help it if I’m trying to look my best for a long-awaited date. Taking me for granted… you have no right.”
Otani couldn’t help it anymore at that point. “Er, is it true you ironed your face to try to get rid of wrinkles?”
“I’m 19 years old, ahou!” In her indignation, Koizumi had flung off her blanket, exposing her face, ruddy from crying, and her hair, one half curled and the other half straight. “Eye bags, yes. Pimples, an annoying one. But wrinkles?! It’s not that kind of iron, idiot!”
He would have laughed if he didn’t look so horrible. He on the bed and swept her hair from her face. As he assessed the damage, he whistled. There on her forehead was a blot of burnt skin, now turning white and looking leathery.
“Some genius I am, studying to become a stylist and burning myself on a tool of trade.”
“You would think those things are idiot-proof.” Otani agreed with a frown. “Does it hurt?”
“The ice helped.” She hugged her knees unhappily. “It’s my badge of courage and will remain as long as my disappointment. I so was looking forward to making you walk around stupidly after me in awe.”
“Walk around after you stupidly… Serves you right, then. What kind of idiot would do that?”
“I got spoiled this summer break, seeing you every day. It’s not my fault you’re one enabling shorty. It’s hard to readjust to not seeing the top of your head walking beside me. Or feeling your pencil callus on your middle finger when I play with your hand. Or kicking the back of your knee and seeing you flail like a chicken. Go and get fertilized, you sprout. You should at least be suffering as much as I do.”
Otani was fiercely keeping his face turned away from her, but couldn’t do much what with how he was perched on the gurney.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“I’d have thought my heart was idiot-proof, too,” Otani answered grudgingly after a while. “You and your lines. . .”
The two just sat there, reminded that blushing and speeding heart rates were contagious.
“Anyway, let’s go after dark, then no one will see you.”
“They’d think I was a malevolent spirit kidnapping a child.”
“You ahou.”
23:53 01292011
Day / Theme: January 29 / baka-yoke
Series: Lovely Complex
Characters: Otani, Koizumi
Rating: G
Otani Atsushi came careening into Risa’s school clinic, breathless from running all the way to her school after receiving a cryptic text message about soul-scarring ruination and disfigured faces.
“Koizumi!” he hollered in panic. “Koizumi, where are you? Don’t tell me your stupidity finally caught up and killed you!”
“Ahou,” came the petulant response from behind a drawn curtain. “How is that a way to greet your injured girlfriend? Whom you haven’t seen for a week, may I add?”
Tracking her by her voice, Otani located said girlfriend and slipped in to stand by her bedside. She was hidden underneath a blanket, but he could make out the outline of her face to know she had a distorted sort of expression on her face.
“Why must you show me that ugly face when I’m finally seeing you after a while?” he asked irritably. “Ahou. Anyway, what happened to you? You don’t seem hurt.”
“I don’t seem hurt,” she muttered. “I’m under a sheet and he says I don’t seem hurt. And for once you’re actually right. I am ugly right now. I can’t help it if I’m trying to look my best for a long-awaited date. Taking me for granted… you have no right.”
Otani couldn’t help it anymore at that point. “Er, is it true you ironed your face to try to get rid of wrinkles?”
“I’m 19 years old, ahou!” In her indignation, Koizumi had flung off her blanket, exposing her face, ruddy from crying, and her hair, one half curled and the other half straight. “Eye bags, yes. Pimples, an annoying one. But wrinkles?! It’s not that kind of iron, idiot!”
He would have laughed if he didn’t look so horrible. He on the bed and swept her hair from her face. As he assessed the damage, he whistled. There on her forehead was a blot of burnt skin, now turning white and looking leathery.
“Some genius I am, studying to become a stylist and burning myself on a tool of trade.”
“You would think those things are idiot-proof.” Otani agreed with a frown. “Does it hurt?”
“The ice helped.” She hugged her knees unhappily. “It’s my badge of courage and will remain as long as my disappointment. I so was looking forward to making you walk around stupidly after me in awe.”
“Walk around after you stupidly… Serves you right, then. What kind of idiot would do that?”
“I got spoiled this summer break, seeing you every day. It’s not my fault you’re one enabling shorty. It’s hard to readjust to not seeing the top of your head walking beside me. Or feeling your pencil callus on your middle finger when I play with your hand. Or kicking the back of your knee and seeing you flail like a chicken. Go and get fertilized, you sprout. You should at least be suffering as much as I do.”
Otani was fiercely keeping his face turned away from her, but couldn’t do much what with how he was perched on the gurney.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“I’d have thought my heart was idiot-proof, too,” Otani answered grudgingly after a while. “You and your lines. . .”
The two just sat there, reminded that blushing and speeding heart rates were contagious.
“Anyway, let’s go after dark, then no one will see you.”
“They’d think I was a malevolent spirit kidnapping a child.”
“You ahou.”
23:53 01292011