Hyotei Gakuen Bag Check

Megane Hiyoshi

Character: Hiyoshi Wakashi

Summary: When Hiyoshi found out his contact lenses were missing, he knew he's going to have a bad day.

It had been a very bad day for Hiyoshi Wakashi.

For some reason, every person he passed as he walked to school that morning did a double take to look at him, girls especially. He found it extremely annoying that they would actually stop and ogle at him while giggling amongst themselves. Ordinarily, they would be too scared by his scowl so they hurried on their way. It got worse when he reached school. Some girls openly flirted with him, and by the time he was able to escape their clutches, he was near mental-breakdown.

Unlike the rest of the regulars, he never had any fan girl problems before, so the experience was very much traumatic to his poor, fan girl-virgin heart.

Yes, it was a very bad day for Hiyoshi Wakashi. And he just knew his senpai-tachi had everything to do with it.

As well as the evil glasses that was perched on the bridge of his nose.

It began with the loss of his contact lenses the day before.

Practice ran late, and Wakashi was dead tired. The captain had thought it was a good idea for him to have a 'light' practice match with Kabaji as the captain put it 'for someone who'd inherit ore-sama's throne, you shouldn't be practicing with some lowly beings,' which, of course, made Taki who had been his practice partner that time scowl. A 'light' practice match with Kabaji, however, usually ends with Wakashi giving his everything in the match.

Considering Kabaji's playing style, Wakashi had to.

After all, it's not every day you could play against yourself.

It was a hard-earned victory, in which the captain only smirked his 'you're not good enough' smirk before snapping his fingers and announcing practice has ended. Wakashi was finally left alone, still lying on the court from exhaustion.

Some time later, tired of the morbid thoughts in which he planned to 'gekokujou' the arrogant captain, he dragged himself in the locker rooms to wash himself clean.

And when he returned, lo and behold! his contact lenses were missing.

He was certain he placed them in their cases right before he showered, as was his custom every day. But today, they were nowhere to be found.

It gave Wakashi a brief panic attack. He couldn't possibly go home without them. His eyes were too blurred and unclear for him to navigate home at night, especially since it was still rush hour. It's too dangerous.

He then remembered Atobe-buchou demanding a bag check right before the practice started. Wakashi could swear he saw a flash of magenta near the lockers that time, and so he immediately concluded that Mukahi-senpai was to be blamed for his missing lenses.

The club room door opened and Ootori Choutarou stepped inside, carrying boxes of tennis balls. The taller junior started when he saw Wakashi there.

"Oh, Hiyoshi-kun. I thought everyone left already." He said, smiling lightly as he placed the box with the rest of the equipments. "I had clean up duties today so I have to stay behind."

"Hn," Wakashi grunted. He was too preoccupied in worrying how to get home without breaking his neck over uneven roads to listen attentively.

Wakashi fumbled around his bag for his cell phone, intending to call his mother. He got it out, but frowned. No. It wouldn't be right if he troubled his mother to fetch him at school. He wasn't a helpless elementary student anymore. So he stuffed his phone back on his bag and considered his (other) options.

One, he could blindly make his way home. Considering he survived the hurtling vehicles, the uneven roads, open man-holes and some unfriendly thugs (are there friendly thugs in the first place?) along the way, he'd get himself home pretty easily. But he knew he doesn't have the luck of that Yamabuki guy, and that made this option terribly unwise.

Two, he could call his brother. But... well, no. That wasn't really an option. Wakashi knew he'd never live that down.

Third, he could access Atobe-buchou's emergency transport. The rich bastard had given the team a limousine that the regulars could use whenever the need presented itself. Well, as far as Wakashi was concerned, he was NEEDY at the moment. This was Wakashi's best bet, but...

"Gekokujou," he muttered through gritted teeth. No way. He would not allow himself owing anything to his stuck-up captain.

"Anou... Is there something wrong, Hiyoshi-kun?" Ootori asked him, seeing his scowl.

"No. I'm leaving first," Wakashi said abruptly, grabbing his things and heading out. It looked like he had to brave the streets outside while blind as a mouse.

"Ah, Hiyoshi-kun!" Ootori called.

Wakashi glared at his fellow second year. Seeing nothing but blurry outlines all around him was making his temper shorter than usual. "What?"

Ootori flinched from his glare, but pointed to the other door. "You're going the wrong way. That's to the courts. This is the door to the school gates."

Wakashi blinked. Dammit. He's right. He could feel the heat spreading on his cheeks. "Hn."

Fifteen minutes later, with no sign of any familiar street around, Wakashi knew he hadn't planned this well enough. Defeated by the multi-coloured lights, fuzzy outlines and faceless people in the streets, he stopped on his tracks. Maybe he could just go back to Hyotei and sleep in the club room for the night.

Just then, a body slammed into him, sending him sprawling on the ground. The person who bumped him immediately helped him up, apologizing profusely.

Wakashi stared. "Ootori?"

The taller junior paused in his muttered apologies. Then, he turned beet red. "A-ah, Hiyoshi-kun!"

"What are you doing here?" Wakashi asked, dusting himself.

Ootori bit his lip. "I... well, I noticed something's bothering you and—" The silver-haired regular stopped. Instead, he handed a case to Wakashi. "Here. I think it will help."

With that, Ootori walked away, disappearing quickly in the crowd. Wakashi was left staring at the case. Inside was a pair of prescription glasses.

As Wakashi got into his bed that night, safe and unharmed, his last thought was it was good that Ootori was not far-sighted.

"Dammit," Mukahi scowled, watching girls flock around his irate-looking golden-haired junior. "Who would've thought that Geko-guy in glasses would be so popular?"

"It's the power of the glasses, Gakuto. I thought I already told you about that," Oshitari said amusedly, adjusting his own round ones to watch the scene better.

"Well, that's you, Yuushi. You can seduce anyone by your voice alone," Mukahi said, rolling his eyes. "I kinda expected the guy to look like a nerd, you know. Imagine a mushroom in glasses. Freaky, right?"

"So this is another one of your stupid ideas," Shishido said, joining the Doubles 2 pair with Ootori in tow. "I should've known. Who would've thought it funny to steal another guy's contact lenses? And what the hell, I didn't even know Wakashi wears some."

"Atobe-buchou did a bag check yesterday, Shishido-san," Ootori reminded. In his mind, he sadly thought lending Hiyoshi his prescription glasses was not a very good idea, considering his future captain was being practically mauled in front of him.

"Oh, right. But after seeing someone collecting weird things like FEATHERS, I didn't think I could stomach seeing more," Shishido said, glaring pointedly at the redhead acrobat.

"Shut up, Shishido. At least I don't keep Rikkai wrist bands like Jirou. That's way creepier," Mukahi snapped. He crossed his arms as he resumed watching his kohai. "I bet no one expected Hiyoshi to actually look THAT hot in glasses."

"I did," Oshitari said gleefully.

"Shut up, Yuushi! You're biased."

"True."

"Well, Mukahi, since this is your idea, ore-sama believes it's your duty to fetch Hiyoshi from the fan girls," Atobe stated, appearing majestically beside the red head. "And also thirty laps around the court, Mukahi." Snap. "Ore-sama's orders."

"What? Why?" Mukahi whined. "Isn't getting mauled by those girls bad enough?"

"No, because ore-sama holds you responsible for diminishing ore-sama's fans by at least a sixteenth of a quarter. We can't have that now, can we? Na, Kabaji?" Atobe said, inspecting his perfectly polished fingernails.

"Usu," Kabaji said as usual.

At that moment, Jirou decided to wake up. Looking around blearily, he spotted Hiyoshi whacking his way towards the courts through the throng of fan girls with a racket. He was losing badly.

The sleepy Hyoutei player blinked. "Uh, guys?"

The other regulars, who did not find it in their good hearts to lift a single finger to help Hiyoshi, turned to him.

"Who's the new guy?" Jirou asked, pointing at Hiyoshi (whose strength finally failed him and was overwhelmed by groping fan girls). "His glasses are WAY too cool."

A/N:

I recently found the translated versions of the Hyotei bag checks, and OH, how it amuses me. These fics would be inspired by something that amused me MUCH in the bag checks.. Let the insanity ensue. v(-.-)v

Hiyoshi's bag contains the following (from 40.5):

1. Novel on the seven school mysteries

It's annoying to have people know what he's reading so he uses a book cover. He borrows often from the library.

2. Personal chopsticks

A rare item that's lacquered which he's fixated about. Not just at school, he often uses them when he eats out also.

3. Wet tissues

He uses it for wiping hands and racket etc. When he's sweaty he loses concentration.

4. Contact lens case

Since going to middle school his eyesight has got wose. He doesn't like glasses and only wears them at home. (XD Hiyoshi + glasses equals SEXY)

5. Disposable camera

He was given this as a member of journalist committee. So far none of the photos Hiyoshi's taken has appeared in the school newspaper.

Credit: yuki-scorpio. livejournal

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