(arashi) drabbles; ohmiya
Genre: Fluff
Notes: This is what happens when I go and stay up on some mountain for the good part of a week. 10 useless Ohmiya drabbles (and I am sure there will be about 983928375923 typos, yay). Hopefully I can think of something more worthwhile soon when Ohmiya stop going all adorable and making my brain all asfudghakiusnbkiusehg!!!! of course :)
{one} Nino can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his head, his fingers as he kisses him, hands tentatively placed on Ohno’s cheeks. He knows he’s shaking; wonders if Ohno realises it as well. He pulls away ever so slightly; doesn’t dare look straight in Ohno’s eyes because he’s not sure he wants to know what he’ll find. He drops his hands and looks down; fiddles with the folds in his shirt. Ohno’s hand comes to rest on his neck, thumb stroking his jaw softly and Nino looks up, surprised. His eyes lock with Ohno’s and he can’t help but laugh, noticing the same look of fear, uncertainty that he’s already feeling. Nino smiles, presses their foreheads together, hands back up on the sides of Ohno’s face again and closes his eyes.
{two} They’re all there, all five on towels on the sand, smell of the ocean filling their heads and Aiba grabs Sho’s hand excitedly; pulls him down to the water while Jun groans and lies down, hat over his face. Nino smiles as he looks out over the water and not-so-subtly links his fingers with Ohno’s; squeezes lightly. A particularly large wave crashes in and Aiba falls over face-first in the water. Maybe they’re too close, Ohno muses as the water laps at their toes, Jun squeaking and shuffling back further up the sand. Nino tugs on Ohno’s arm a little and kisses him quickly on the cheek before kicking their stuff up the beach and dragging him to the water.
{three} Everywhere he looks is black. Ohno runs his fingers through his hair and frowns. “Sorry,” he whispers.
“It’s not your fault the power’s out,” Nino whispers back before laughing. “Wait, why are we whisperi-”
Nino stumbles backwards out of shock at the hands on his waist; allows Ohno to walk him back until he bumps into the wall, Ohno’s hands sliding down to his hips. No matter how much he blinks, Nino still can’t focus, can’t see, but he can feel as Ohno’s knees knock against his own. Ohno reaches out blindly with one hand and somehow catches Nino’s jaw; runs a thumb over his lips as if to reassure himself of where they are. Nino swallows, still completely aware of the hand on his hip and then Ohno kisses him; only misses Nino’s mouth by a little in the dark but quickly corrects himself. Nino gasps and bites down hard on his lip as Ohno pushes up against him, redirects his kisses to Nino’s neck, sucking ever so slightly.
The lights suddenly flicker back on and Ohno instantly snaps away, flushed, breathing noticeably heavier. Nino grins and pulls Ohno back, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “It’s not like I mind.”
{four} There’s a step Nino just can’t get down. It’s not that there’s anything particularly difficult about it, but his heart’s just not in it, according to Sho. Nino rolls his eyes, starts the music again and begins to dance. Sighing, Sho walks out and comes back a few minutes later, dumping a confused Ohno on him. Ohno takes one look, frowns and restarts the music as Nino stumbles, tells him, “Follow me, okay?”
He makes it easier and somehow Nino is able to pick it up within twenty minutes. Nino slumps to the ground, wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and mumbles a thanks. Ohno smiles and sits down beside him; rests his head on Nino’s shoulder. “Any time.”
{five} “Well then you have to tell her, right?” Nino exclaims.
Aiba nods excitedly. Ohno groans and shoves Aiba’s hands away to stop the poking of his sides and takes a deep breath. “I like you,” he says.
“Yes, yes! Like that,” Nino beams. “Tell her that!”
Sho coughs and looks at Jun. He knows Jun knows (and vice versa), and so they both drag Aiba away to get a drink.
“No, I like you,” Ohno repeats; doesn’t let his gaze shift from Nino.
Nino blinks as the realisation hits him. “W-well that works too,” he laughs and ruffles Ohno’s hair. “I’m fine with that.”
Ohno lets out a sigh of relief and smiles back at him.
{six} Nino is a normal person, and therefore it’s only natural for him to stare when Ohno dances; moves in such a way Nino can only dream of copying. He sits around and watches as Ohno does his solo practice, content to be ignored as long as he can keep watching. So maybe the others say he’s taking it too far, but Nino’s just being supportive he tells them.
“Would you like to learn?” Ohno asks Nino as he pauses to get a drink.
Nino shakes his head and leans back against the wall. This much is more than enough anyway.
{seven} Nino swaps the cone from his right hand to his left; licks the ice cream from his fingers. Ohno gulps and shifts awkwardly in his seat as Nino’s tongue darts out again and licks away the vanilla ice cream dripping down the cone. Nino blinks and looks up, catching Ohno’s gaze and holding out the ice cream in offering. Ohno nods and clambers over; licks just to the side of Nino’s mouth where some of the dessert has gone astray. Nino pulls away a little but Ohno shifts closer, takes Nino’s face in his hands and kisses him full on the lips as the ice cream falls to the floor, forgotten. “Get it later,” Ohno mumbles and kisses him again.
{eight} Ohno grimaces and looks down at Nino on the ground who’s waving excitedly. “Why did I agree to high ropes?” he groans as Sho grabs his arm, scared. “You can do it,” he says tiredly, and Sho only squeezes his arm tighter, making it difficult to step out. He finally breaks free and puts his first foot on the rope; tries to find some kind of balance on it. He looks down again and sighs as he notices Nino laughing his head off at them. Ohno walks out, determined to finish as quick as possible so they can find some other annoying task for Nino, but when he gets down and Nino wraps his arms around him telling him he did a great job, Ohno forgets all about it.
{nine} The glow of the stage lights makes Ohno’s skin look really pretty, Nino decides. He’s probably just never paid attention before, but tonight as Ohno is up on stage practising his solo for the concert tomorrow, the light falls somehow differently, casting shadows in all the right places, making Ohno look angelic in a sense. Nino laughs at himself for the observation and continues to watch until a staff member drags him off backstage again, telling him not to waste any more time.
{ten} So there’s a game that Ohno is good at after all. Nino grimaces; tightens his (albeit sweaty) grip around the controller, heart pounding in his ears. “Ah fuck,” he curses as his finger slips and Ohno’s character kicks him with a high heel and K.O.’s him. He growls and throws the controller down, heart still racing, and crosses his arms.
“I won,” Ohno blurts out and Nino has to bite down on his lip to avoid complaining. “I have to call Mom and tell-”
“I’m going to bed,” Nino grumbles and storms off.
Notes: This is what happens when I go and stay up on some mountain for the good part of a week. 10 useless Ohmiya drabbles (and I am sure there will be about 983928375923 typos, yay). Hopefully I can think of something more worthwhile soon when Ohmiya stop going all adorable and making my brain all asfudghakiusnbkiusehg!!!! of course :)
{one} Nino can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his head, his fingers as he kisses him, hands tentatively placed on Ohno’s cheeks. He knows he’s shaking; wonders if Ohno realises it as well. He pulls away ever so slightly; doesn’t dare look straight in Ohno’s eyes because he’s not sure he wants to know what he’ll find. He drops his hands and looks down; fiddles with the folds in his shirt. Ohno’s hand comes to rest on his neck, thumb stroking his jaw softly and Nino looks up, surprised. His eyes lock with Ohno’s and he can’t help but laugh, noticing the same look of fear, uncertainty that he’s already feeling. Nino smiles, presses their foreheads together, hands back up on the sides of Ohno’s face again and closes his eyes.
{two} They’re all there, all five on towels on the sand, smell of the ocean filling their heads and Aiba grabs Sho’s hand excitedly; pulls him down to the water while Jun groans and lies down, hat over his face. Nino smiles as he looks out over the water and not-so-subtly links his fingers with Ohno’s; squeezes lightly. A particularly large wave crashes in and Aiba falls over face-first in the water. Maybe they’re too close, Ohno muses as the water laps at their toes, Jun squeaking and shuffling back further up the sand. Nino tugs on Ohno’s arm a little and kisses him quickly on the cheek before kicking their stuff up the beach and dragging him to the water.
{three} Everywhere he looks is black. Ohno runs his fingers through his hair and frowns. “Sorry,” he whispers.
“It’s not your fault the power’s out,” Nino whispers back before laughing. “Wait, why are we whisperi-”
Nino stumbles backwards out of shock at the hands on his waist; allows Ohno to walk him back until he bumps into the wall, Ohno’s hands sliding down to his hips. No matter how much he blinks, Nino still can’t focus, can’t see, but he can feel as Ohno’s knees knock against his own. Ohno reaches out blindly with one hand and somehow catches Nino’s jaw; runs a thumb over his lips as if to reassure himself of where they are. Nino swallows, still completely aware of the hand on his hip and then Ohno kisses him; only misses Nino’s mouth by a little in the dark but quickly corrects himself. Nino gasps and bites down hard on his lip as Ohno pushes up against him, redirects his kisses to Nino’s neck, sucking ever so slightly.
The lights suddenly flicker back on and Ohno instantly snaps away, flushed, breathing noticeably heavier. Nino grins and pulls Ohno back, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “It’s not like I mind.”
{four} There’s a step Nino just can’t get down. It’s not that there’s anything particularly difficult about it, but his heart’s just not in it, according to Sho. Nino rolls his eyes, starts the music again and begins to dance. Sighing, Sho walks out and comes back a few minutes later, dumping a confused Ohno on him. Ohno takes one look, frowns and restarts the music as Nino stumbles, tells him, “Follow me, okay?”
He makes it easier and somehow Nino is able to pick it up within twenty minutes. Nino slumps to the ground, wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and mumbles a thanks. Ohno smiles and sits down beside him; rests his head on Nino’s shoulder. “Any time.”
{five} “Well then you have to tell her, right?” Nino exclaims.
Aiba nods excitedly. Ohno groans and shoves Aiba’s hands away to stop the poking of his sides and takes a deep breath. “I like you,” he says.
“Yes, yes! Like that,” Nino beams. “Tell her that!”
Sho coughs and looks at Jun. He knows Jun knows (and vice versa), and so they both drag Aiba away to get a drink.
“No, I like you,” Ohno repeats; doesn’t let his gaze shift from Nino.
Nino blinks as the realisation hits him. “W-well that works too,” he laughs and ruffles Ohno’s hair. “I’m fine with that.”
Ohno lets out a sigh of relief and smiles back at him.
{six} Nino is a normal person, and therefore it’s only natural for him to stare when Ohno dances; moves in such a way Nino can only dream of copying. He sits around and watches as Ohno does his solo practice, content to be ignored as long as he can keep watching. So maybe the others say he’s taking it too far, but Nino’s just being supportive he tells them.
“Would you like to learn?” Ohno asks Nino as he pauses to get a drink.
Nino shakes his head and leans back against the wall. This much is more than enough anyway.
{seven} Nino swaps the cone from his right hand to his left; licks the ice cream from his fingers. Ohno gulps and shifts awkwardly in his seat as Nino’s tongue darts out again and licks away the vanilla ice cream dripping down the cone. Nino blinks and looks up, catching Ohno’s gaze and holding out the ice cream in offering. Ohno nods and clambers over; licks just to the side of Nino’s mouth where some of the dessert has gone astray. Nino pulls away a little but Ohno shifts closer, takes Nino’s face in his hands and kisses him full on the lips as the ice cream falls to the floor, forgotten. “Get it later,” Ohno mumbles and kisses him again.
{eight} Ohno grimaces and looks down at Nino on the ground who’s waving excitedly. “Why did I agree to high ropes?” he groans as Sho grabs his arm, scared. “You can do it,” he says tiredly, and Sho only squeezes his arm tighter, making it difficult to step out. He finally breaks free and puts his first foot on the rope; tries to find some kind of balance on it. He looks down again and sighs as he notices Nino laughing his head off at them. Ohno walks out, determined to finish as quick as possible so they can find some other annoying task for Nino, but when he gets down and Nino wraps his arms around him telling him he did a great job, Ohno forgets all about it.
{nine} The glow of the stage lights makes Ohno’s skin look really pretty, Nino decides. He’s probably just never paid attention before, but tonight as Ohno is up on stage practising his solo for the concert tomorrow, the light falls somehow differently, casting shadows in all the right places, making Ohno look angelic in a sense. Nino laughs at himself for the observation and continues to watch until a staff member drags him off backstage again, telling him not to waste any more time.
{ten} So there’s a game that Ohno is good at after all. Nino grimaces; tightens his (albeit sweaty) grip around the controller, heart pounding in his ears. “Ah fuck,” he curses as his finger slips and Ohno’s character kicks him with a high heel and K.O.’s him. He growls and throws the controller down, heart still racing, and crosses his arms.
“I won,” Ohno blurts out and Nino has to bite down on his lip to avoid complaining. “I have to call Mom and tell-”
“I’m going to bed,” Nino grumbles and storms off.