yamada taro monogatari, taro/pamphlet guy. nonsensical : smile.
just going to call ohno's character ohno for lack of a better name. taro/pamphlet guy is so otp you guys. (i told you i'd do it, lmao.)
nonsensical : smile
taro/pamphlet guy, g, 790 wds.
Ohno just has one of those jobs: he stands in the middle of the street when the crowds are bustling by and the buildings are lit up for the night, and hassles passer-bys to take a pamphlet. Sometimes they're sour about it and Ohno’s grin falters for a minute, sometimes they make no expression at all, simply taking the pamphlet and walking off, and sometimes they ignore him completely. Ohno doesn't like those ones, the ones that ignore him completely. They make the whole thing feel like a waste of time and he allows himself a second to curse under his breath, then he slaps the usual smile back onto his cheeks.
A boy in school uniform walks past and he laughs mentally - the boy has strayed too close to Ohno’s path. He jumps at his prey, pressing the pamphlet into its hands, well trained, dashing smile ever present. He speaks the same words as always and curiously awaits his victim’s reaction. One, two-
Jumping back out of shock, his smile falls and his heart jumps into his throat, all within mere milliseconds. He wasn’t- he wasn’t trained for this. It’s as if the boy is sparkling and Ohno cannot bear to take his eyes off him. The boy turns to walk off and all Ohno wishes is that he could snap himself out of this silly frozen state and stop him, but all he manages is a ridiculous amount of staring and a dazed smile.
The next night he comes out to work, it’s like the whole word has changed. In every body that passes him, there’s now the possibility they could be that boy. He cranes his neck over the crowd; maybe he’ll walk by this way again, it’s all Ohno can think about. He hands out pamphlets anxiously tonight, more focused on the people hurrying past than the customer and if his boss were to see he’d get a speaking to for sure.
Ohno sees a uniform and he loses his balance as he’s stretching out to one side, trying not to wander too far from his post. He catches the arm of an unsuspecting bystander to steady himself and a soft giggle spreads across the people in closer proximity. He straightens himself up again and by the time he’s done so, the uniform has disappeared from sight.
That night when he gets home, he’s decidedly bitter.
A week passes and there is still no sign of the boy. When Ohno’s mind gets a free moment, it likes to discuss the stupidity of this whole affair and the fact that Ohno is still fixated on some high school kid he was in contact with for only a few seconds total. (When Ohno gets a free moment, he likes to tell his mind to shut up.)
A lady walks near Ohno and almost seems like she wants a pamphlet when he hears a familiar voice. A shiver runs down his spine and he ignores the lady and jumps up and down in search of the owner of the voice. His heart pounds a thousand beats a second. Maybe tonight he will…
There’s another person as well this time. The boy walks alongside them, chatting and giggling and Ohno just really wishes he could take that other person’s place. He keeps watching them, completely aware of but completely indifferent to the amount of customers he’s letting pass. He had the scenario planned out but the other boy is somewhat of a hindrance. Ohno does some quick, mental modifying of his plan, and as they approach, he jumps out and offers a pamphlet to the friend.
“Oh!” he exclaims, practised as he turns to the boy, “You were here the other night, weren’t you?”
The boy looks confused for a second, but then, as if it suddenly hits him, his face lights up, “You’re right!”
The other boy looks at Ohno and snickers behind a hand. Ohno wants to frown at him, but instead he continues to beam at the boy.
“Well anyway we have to go. Maybe I’ll see you again here,” the boy muses happily, looking to his friend for agreement.
As they step away Ohno takes a deep breath to slow his heart (though it’s not working so well). Oh wait. His fingers just catch the material of the boy’s shirt, and he spins around, looking curiously at Ohno. “Your name,” Ohno takes another breath, “What was your name?”
“Yamada Taro,” the boy smiles, sincere.
Later, after he’s home and changed into his pyjamas, he lies stomach-down on his bed and scribbles the name ‘Taro’ on a piece of paper surrounded by little love hearts. Maybe he’ll throw it away tomorrow and pretend to be sane. Maybe.
nonsensical : smile
taro/pamphlet guy, g, 790 wds.
Ohno just has one of those jobs: he stands in the middle of the street when the crowds are bustling by and the buildings are lit up for the night, and hassles passer-bys to take a pamphlet. Sometimes they're sour about it and Ohno’s grin falters for a minute, sometimes they make no expression at all, simply taking the pamphlet and walking off, and sometimes they ignore him completely. Ohno doesn't like those ones, the ones that ignore him completely. They make the whole thing feel like a waste of time and he allows himself a second to curse under his breath, then he slaps the usual smile back onto his cheeks.
A boy in school uniform walks past and he laughs mentally - the boy has strayed too close to Ohno’s path. He jumps at his prey, pressing the pamphlet into its hands, well trained, dashing smile ever present. He speaks the same words as always and curiously awaits his victim’s reaction. One, two-
Jumping back out of shock, his smile falls and his heart jumps into his throat, all within mere milliseconds. He wasn’t- he wasn’t trained for this. It’s as if the boy is sparkling and Ohno cannot bear to take his eyes off him. The boy turns to walk off and all Ohno wishes is that he could snap himself out of this silly frozen state and stop him, but all he manages is a ridiculous amount of staring and a dazed smile.
The next night he comes out to work, it’s like the whole word has changed. In every body that passes him, there’s now the possibility they could be that boy. He cranes his neck over the crowd; maybe he’ll walk by this way again, it’s all Ohno can think about. He hands out pamphlets anxiously tonight, more focused on the people hurrying past than the customer and if his boss were to see he’d get a speaking to for sure.
Ohno sees a uniform and he loses his balance as he’s stretching out to one side, trying not to wander too far from his post. He catches the arm of an unsuspecting bystander to steady himself and a soft giggle spreads across the people in closer proximity. He straightens himself up again and by the time he’s done so, the uniform has disappeared from sight.
That night when he gets home, he’s decidedly bitter.
A week passes and there is still no sign of the boy. When Ohno’s mind gets a free moment, it likes to discuss the stupidity of this whole affair and the fact that Ohno is still fixated on some high school kid he was in contact with for only a few seconds total. (When Ohno gets a free moment, he likes to tell his mind to shut up.)
A lady walks near Ohno and almost seems like she wants a pamphlet when he hears a familiar voice. A shiver runs down his spine and he ignores the lady and jumps up and down in search of the owner of the voice. His heart pounds a thousand beats a second. Maybe tonight he will…
There’s another person as well this time. The boy walks alongside them, chatting and giggling and Ohno just really wishes he could take that other person’s place. He keeps watching them, completely aware of but completely indifferent to the amount of customers he’s letting pass. He had the scenario planned out but the other boy is somewhat of a hindrance. Ohno does some quick, mental modifying of his plan, and as they approach, he jumps out and offers a pamphlet to the friend.
“Oh!” he exclaims, practised as he turns to the boy, “You were here the other night, weren’t you?”
The boy looks confused for a second, but then, as if it suddenly hits him, his face lights up, “You’re right!”
The other boy looks at Ohno and snickers behind a hand. Ohno wants to frown at him, but instead he continues to beam at the boy.
“Well anyway we have to go. Maybe I’ll see you again here,” the boy muses happily, looking to his friend for agreement.
As they step away Ohno takes a deep breath to slow his heart (though it’s not working so well). Oh wait. His fingers just catch the material of the boy’s shirt, and he spins around, looking curiously at Ohno. “Your name,” Ohno takes another breath, “What was your name?”
“Yamada Taro,” the boy smiles, sincere.
Later, after he’s home and changed into his pyjamas, he lies stomach-down on his bed and scribbles the name ‘Taro’ on a piece of paper surrounded by little love hearts. Maybe he’ll throw it away tomorrow and pretend to be sane. Maybe.