Not Afraid of Wizards

Seder stood in front of the mirror and awkwardly fiddled with the wig at the back of his head. "Hey, Sally, do I look... um, strange?"

"With all due respect, being bald is what's strange." Sally's mechanical arm creaked, almost as if mocking him.

"Artificial intelligence really is annoyingly honest." Seder sighed in resignation, clumsily tying on his headband. Muttering to himself, he pushed open the lounge door.

He looked down the passage leading to the dining hall and suddenly felt nervous. His fingers curled awkwardly. "Sally, where did this wig come from? It feels awful."

"Found it! Also, my dear Seder, I strongly recommend putting on some makeup before you go out. Don't you think you're missing two important things on your forehead?" There was a teasing note in Sally's voice that didn't sound very AI-like, and it made Seder even less able to move.

Seder pressed his lips together. The smile that usually stayed on them vanished, and they became a straight line. He instinctively touched his pale cheeks, stepped back, and closed the door. Then he yanked off the wig. After standing motionless for a long while, he pulled his hood back up. "Sally, find the nearest transfer station and let him off. I did something stupid. Now it's time to fix these mistakes."

Content warnings: This story is set in the interstellar future and has translation-style prose. The protagonist is the top, and this is a serious story. The top is a true genetically modified human, a fake wizard, bald, beautiful, and scheming; the bottom is a stoic, decisive berserker. Strong x strong, beautiful top x strong bottom. Note: the top is a gorgeous bald man! Bald! Gorgeous!

Theme: A story about how steady effort and determination will bring results.