basically for skiddynoddlez's vanirence fic "24/7 Annoyance." Hathor is Vanilla Ice's real name in there!

✓ : 27/8/20
✎ : 620
✿ : humor, flirting & tension ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
ϟ : mild language

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"Before you say anything, I didn't have a choice."

Kakyoin looks at him with narrowed eyes, before snorting out a laugh:

"Yeah sure, but a string headband with beads and hearts? What kind of hippie are you rooming with?"

"You tell me." Terence grumbles as they walk into the arcade together. It would be great if he's had Hathor figured out by now, but between the sophistication of reading before bed and the weird seduction of his clothing choice (maybe he went a little hard with the alliteration there, but why does Hathor have to wear such risqué clothes and have a rocking body while he's at it? Rudely unfair that's what it is), he can't tell what kind of person his roommate is. He thought Hathor hated him, too — but this morning when his headband disappeared without a trace, and he found the other's headband lying innocently by the bathroom sink, unused for some reason even though he's sure Hathor needs one to help him keep all that hair back, he can only theorize about what mixed feelings the other man has about him.

But anyway, if he's stolen his headband for something, Terence stealing his is only an equivalent exchange.

Or... not. Because Hathor would never have found himself blushing that hard if he had looked at his roommate without that adorable little headband on. And Terence wouldn't have regretted his decision so much, if it didn't cause him to return to their apartment and run straight into Hathor walking out of the bathroom, with dripping wet hair and nothing but a towel around his waist (no surprise there), searching for his missing headband.

"Uh... that's mine." The brunet speaks up first, looking pointedly at the heart-adorned headband on Terence's forehead. Thank god for a gamer's ability to stay cool under incredible pressure.

"Yeah, well, last I checked I didn't give you permission to borrow mine either." He grumbles. "What did you do with it?"

"Sorry your Sleeping Beauty tendencies render it impossible for me to ask." Hathor rolls his eyes. "Nothing illegal, don't worry. I borrowed it to go on a run this morning. Already washed and hung it up to dry too. Mine is too small so my hair keeps falling into my face."

Serves you and your gorgeous cascade of rich chocolate-brown hair right. "Fine, but why don't you switch to using another headband if this one is so inconvenient?"

"Because it looks so cute on just about anyone, don't you think?"

Terence's jaw slacks open as Hathor smirks, then walks up to him, leftover heat from the shower he's just taken radiating off of his barely-clothed figure. He raises a hand and slides his headband off of the blond's head, fingertips running through his hair. Terence suddenly finds it hard to breathe.

"You don't have to blush so hard. I said "just about anyone," not "you.""

Hathor has to dodge a kick from his (now pale) roommate:

"You shut the fuck up! Like you weren't full-body blushing just now!"

"... Wow, so you were looking at me? When I'm naked no less? Oh, Terence~"

"Where else am I supposed to look when you're talking to me? It's basic human respect!" The gamer yells, but he's evidently sweating. "Put some damn proper clothes on if you don't want to show skin, idiot."

"Next up on "Dio assigns the worst roommates," someone who expects me to be fully clothed in the shower."

"You...! Whatever!" It seems Terence finally short-circuited; with a final exasperated wave of his hand, he storms out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind himself. Hathor can only chuckle at the sight.

Turns out it is an equivalent exchange....

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i will cry if skiddy's content convinces me to join the loving-DIO's-agents cult... one of these days....