A-Z. Tell me, what do you see?

Miharu Endou

Note: This is the start of my one-shot collection of stories that are inspired by words starting with a corresponding letter of the alphabet. Have fun reading!

A: Abs

Summary: His fan girls say that Natsume is beautiful inside and out. Mikan had to learn the hard way that what they said was true. AU

Request line: "Oh my god! It's like you're photoshopped!"

Pairing: Mikan S. x Natsume H.

Genre: Humor/Romance

Rating: T

Dedication: I would like to dedicate this story to my beloved AoGA family. Without them, I wouldn't be typing right now. These guys are just… love. I love you, guys! :D

And, to everyone, have fun reading!

"Isn't he just dreamy?"

Most of the girls sighed as they watched Natsume Hyuuga pass by. They've been watching him carry one box to another. They weren't supposed to loaf around and ogle. They were supposed to get ready for the school festival!

Mikan, who was near the girls, looked at them and at Natsume in confusion. Sure, he's good looking, but aren't they getting sick of it? They've been seeing him since fourth grade, and by now, they would've already been used to his looks. Well, at least, she was.

Well, it wouldn't be a surprise since he's been her seatmate since she moved to the academy. But, when they were together, she would only see his obnoxious attitude and ego as large as Piyo, the obese-looking chick in the school petting zoo. There wouldn't be a day where she wouldn't want to cut his head off and feed it to the penguins, no, to the hungry mice hiding under the cupboard of the lady robot in the girls' dormitory. He agitated her too much.

"Aren't you guys sick of him yet," Mikan asked.

One of the fan girls looked at her, offended. The fan club president, Sumire, said, "Of course not! Natsume-sama is the epitome of beauty. He's not only beautiful outside, but inside, too, if you're catching my drift."

"No, I'm not catching your-" she raises her hand and make an air quote, "-drift."

Sumire was about to give her a lecture, but Natsume passed by again, making the fan girls squeal and sigh in admiration. Natsume ignored them, and when he saw that Mikan was staring at him, he said, "Oi, polka-dots, stop slacking and do your job." Mikan only stuck her tongue out.

When Natsume was out of hearing range, the girls groaned and complained on why Mikan was the only one getting his attention. She wasn't even pretty, they said. Mikan glared at them and said, "I can hear you, you know!"

The shrugged it off. Sumire spoke. "Well, back to the topic. Natsume Hyuuga is a beautiful person. Outside and under."

"Wasn't it supposed to be 'inside and out'?"

"We know he has a magnificent personality-" *snort* "-But, there's something more beautiful. And, it's under his shirt."

"What? Skin? Don't we all have that?"

Sumire laughed. So did the other fan girls. She patted the brunette's shoulder and said, "Mikan, Mikan, Mikan. You and Natsume-sama may be close, but I bet you haven't seen him without his shirt off."

"I have!"

"When was the last time, hmm?"

Hmm. Mikan saw him a couple of times without his shirt off, but that was way back in elementary. They were high school freshmen now. Sumire laughed more at her silence and said, "Exactly my point. Natsume-sama is a growing boy, Mikan. The things you saw in elementary aren't what it used to be. He's a black belter in Karate and is in the football team. Things are bound to grow."

"Sumire, you sound so gross," Mikan screamed. "Stop putting images in my head!"

"I'm just stating the obvious. And, Mikan, dear, those images…. Will be so worth it."

Mikan shook her head to keep the images away, and stood up. She took a box on the floor and said, "Whatever. If you'd excuse me, I'm going to the track and field to help them decorate."

Before she left the gym, she was sure she heard Sumire say, "Gosh. He's practically flaunting his macho-ness in front of her every day. I just don't get it why he does that."

She placed the box near a bench and went to Natsume and Ruka who were busy painting a table. She took an unused brush, sat beside them and started painting, as well. Natsume clicked his tongue at the way she was painting, and said, "With the way you're painting the table, I doubt anyone's gonna go near it."

He held the hand where she's holding the brush, and guided her, purposely pressing his body on her back. Mikan, of course, was unconscious of the boy's action. Ruka coughed to get their attention and said, "Err, I think Sakura knows how to do it now, Natsume."

The said boy smirked and let go of the girl's hand. But, before he completely let go of her hand, he maneuvered it to make the brush she was holding hit her face, leaving a big blue blot. Mikan glared at him and dropped her brush, staining her uniform, as well.

She stood up and took the brush the boy was holding and smudged it in his arms. She kept on pushing the brush to his arms that it was almost hurting him. Soon, he finally got hold of her hand and forced her to drop the brush. Before they could do more damage, Ruka scolded them.

"Seriously, you two, if you're only gonna play, can you please just stay away from the table? I worked hard in building and painting it."

Natsume was about to say something, but Ruka lifted his hand to stop him and said, "You better save it for later, because with your look right now, I doubt anything that comes out of your mouth would make sense to me. The two of you look like you're going to audition for a part in Avatar. And, I'm not talking about the last airbender."

The two messy students stared at each other as they walked away from Ruka, the surprisingly perfectionist… builder. They, then, both laughed, because what Ruka said was right. They had too much blue in them.

Mikan stood up and decided to go to the faucet to wash the paint off. Natsume decided to go with her. Mikan tried to open the faucet, but it was stuck, so she stared at Natsume and said, "It's stuck."

"No shit, Sherlock."

Seeing that Mikan was almost ready to throw the whole faucet at him, Natsume approached her and tried to loosen it. It wouldn't budge. He took his shoe off and started hitting the faucet with his shoe. Mikan swatted his head and said, "You're not killing a cockroach, Natsume! You're trying to loosen a water faucet."

"Do I have to say what I said a while ago?"

"What?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

Mikan hit his head again, and it pissed Natsume off. He placed his hand on the handle and just gorged it out. Water burst out, leaving the both of them soaking wet. He faced her and said, "Done. Look. The paint's wearing off. We all happy? Good. Now, you can stop hitting people in the head."

The girl was soaked, making her uniform cling to her body. Natsume, being the sharp person that he is, saw that Mikan's bra pattern (tch. Stars) was showing. He rolled his eyes at the obliviousness at the girl, and without warning her, he took his polo off, leaving him shirtless.

"Why are you not wearing an undershirt?" Mikan asked.

"Why are you wearing star-patterned bras?" Natsume piped back.

"Touché."

Natsume placed the polo on her shoulder and made sure her bra pattern wouldn't be as visible as it was a short while ago. He backed away when his polo was slowly clinging to her body, too, but to Mikan's advantage, her bra pattern was not visible now.

When he saw that Mikan was just staring blankly, he tried to wave his hand in front of her face and say, "Did your brain malfunction because of the water?"

Her reaction, however, was not what he expected. She suddenly pointed an accusing finger at his torso, and said, "Oh my god! It's like you're photoshopped!"

Even though he knew what she was pointing and looking at, he still followed her gaze. To his abs. He, then, smirked at her and said, "Like what you see, stars?"

"Yes! It's so perfect and gah! It's even glistening!" She lifted both her hands in frustration, and started to walk away, but as she did so, she ranted, "It's so unfair that you get to look like that without having to go through the process of becoming a hairy, bloody, moody girl. I had to shave my legs thrice a month when my boobs started growing, and with your endless insults, it's obvious that the growing has already stopped! I look like an elementary student wearing a high school student's uniform! Why is life so unfair! I wouldn't even glisten when I get soaked! I end up looking like a wet cat! I should just hide under a rock and…"

He wanted to listen to her endless rants as she went back to the gym, but he was too busy grinning at the fact that Mikan just admitted that she liked what she saw. His ego is finally getting its well deserved feast.

"So, where's the fifty bucks you promised us? We rigged the faucet just as we've discussed."

"Here."

"Did it work?"

"Yeah. She said she loved my abs."

"She said that?"

"…no. She said it was perfect. I'll be coming back in case I need assistance again, Yome and Kistunume. This time, I'll give you a hundred."

"Deal."

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