Gift Fic for honooko
To: honooko
From: mynamelessname
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Coming Home
Pairing/Group: Nino/Arashi, slight Nino/Ohno
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: For honooko I was really excited to see your sharehouse prompt, so I hope you enjoy what I came up with. :) Thank you to J for you patience, A for your encouragement, and C for being my lovely beta. <3
Summary: It’s moving in day at the Arashi sharehouse.
The movers have just left and Nino is already bored with unpacking the many boxes scattered throughout the house he is now sharing with his four best friends. He identified the most important box, the one containing his video games, and dragged it into his bedroom for safekeeping. If he leaves it out for too long, he knows that Sho’s fingers will itch to organize them alphabetically and by genre or even worse, Aiba will accidentally erase all the saved game data… again.
Nino firmly closes his yellow door behind him. The idea of color-coding and labeling their doors sounded a bit childish at first but now that he sees it, it’s a nice homey touch (though Nino will never express the sentiment aloud).
Jun’s room is on his left, and Nino gives it a long glance. The door is propped open slightly but Nino doesn’t dare take a peek inside. He knows Jun well enough to suspect that he’ll be dragged into helping Jun decorate before he even has a chance to object. Nino will be completely at Jun’s mercy as the other directs him to move pictures up, down and side-to-side, not mention the scolding he’ll inevitably receive when they’re crooked. It’s definitely a job for Ohno, who has steadier hands and heaps more patience than Nino. Giving the purple door one last traumatized glance, he turns towards Aiba’s room on his right.
The green door is thrown wide open, and Nino can hear Aiba talking to himself as he unpacks. Nino leans against the door frame and takes in the chaos. Rather than someone unpacking, it looked like the boxes had exploded after the movers deposited them in Aiba’s room. “Did you lose something again?” he drawls, eyebrows raised.
Aiba whirls around, a pair of mismatched socks in one hand and a spatula in the other. He grins at the sight of Nino. “Are you done unpacking already? Come help me!” He ignores Nino’s question and waves Nino inside with the spatula.
Nino shrugs as he ambles into the room. Aiba doesn’t need to answer the question; Nino knows Aiba well enough to suspect that the socks and spatula aren’t the oddest combination in Aiba’s boxes. “I’ve found the important stuff. The rest can wait,” Nino answers with a smirk.
He helps Aiba rummage through the boxes for a few minutes, but mostly he’s teasing Aiba about his nonexistent organizational system and the embarrassing patterned boxers that were a birthday-slash-Christmas present from Mama Aiba. It doesn’t take long for Aiba to kick Nino out. “Go visit Sho-chan. He misses you,” Aiba says with a laugh, giving Nino one last push out the door.
“I heard that!” Sho shouts from inside his bedroom, and Aiba only laughs harder. He disappears back into his bedroom and firmly shuts the door to keep Nino and his commentary out… for now. Nino knows that Aiba will soon be begging for his company.
Nino doesn’t stay in Sho’s room for long. Sho is stressing about organizing his CD collection while also trying to find room for his books on the same shelves. He doesn’t appreciate Nino’s observation that it doesn’t matter since it’ll be completely disorganized again in three days time, even if Nino knows it’s true. Nino lets himself out of Sho’s room before he’s kicked out. He promises himself that he’ll be back when Sho has settled down, settled in, and resigned himself to the fact that this bedroom will be as disorganized as every bedroom he has ever had. And when that happens, Sho will be more amenable to Nino camping out in his room.
It takes a while for Nino to find Ohno amongst the stack of boxes behind the blue door. Apparently Ohno has given up on unpacking too. He has a pencil tucked behind one ear and another twirling between his fingers as he stares at the sketchpad in his lap. Ohno is deep in thought. For a few quiet moments, Nino is content to watch Ohno’s pencil scratch at the paper. He has to clear his throat to get the other man’s attention.
Ohno jumps and smiles sheepishly as he finally notices Nino’s figure in the doorway. “Finished unpacking?” he asks simply, but his gaze is already drifting back to his sketchpad.
Nino shrugs. “Close enough. I’m going to grab a drink from the kitchen. Want something?”
Nino knows that he’s already losing the battle for Ohno’s focus so he takes the single nod of Ohno’s head as his answer.
Nino skips down the stairs and takes another look at the living area. In addition to having enough bedrooms for each man to have his own, the living area also makes the house perfect for them. There are enough alcoves to have their own space but also a spacious kitchen and living room so they won’t be falling over each other, definitely an improvement over the tiny two bedroom apartment they shared a decade ago in college.
Smiling in spite of himself, Nino pulls open the fridge door. They definitely need to do some grocery shopping, he thinks as they survey the contents, but there are two pitchers nestled in the door. He pulls the first one out to see the label. “Aiba Tea.” He promptly puts it back on the shelf. Even in their broke college days, Nino learned the lesson (the hard way) to never eat or drink anything with Aiba’s name on it. The second pitcher seemed to be regular (safe) tea.
Nino pours two glasses and replaces the pitcher back in the fridge, shutting the door with a nudge from his hip. An experimental sniff and sip confirms that this tea is safe. Nino carefully carries the tea up the flight of stairs and passes through the blue doorway. He freezes at the sight of Ohno, sprawled out on top of a pile of blankets that had been unpacked but hadn’t yet made it to the bed. The sketchpad and pencil are still held lightly in Ohno’s hand, but the man is clearly asleep. Nino chuckles quietly. He couldn’t have been gone for more than five minutes but Ohno is completely out. Nino deposits the glasses on Ohno’s dresser, briefly thinking about how Jun would complain that he isn’t using a coaster but deciding that he doesn’t care and Ohno wouldn’t care either.
Nino tiptoes towards the sleeping man and bends down to see what the other was drawing. It’s a rough sketch of the five doors as seen from the first floor living area. It’s only a rough sketch as Ohno had clearly just started, but it already has a title, Nino realizes as he reads the tiny letters in the corner. “Our home.” Smiling, Nino slides the pencil and paper from Ohno’s loose grip, plucks the second pencil from behind Ohno’s ear and places them on top of one of the neglected boxes.
Nino shuts the door, then joins Ohno on the nest of blankets, wrapping an arm around Ohno’s waist. He smiles as Ohno sighs and nestles into him. He’s right. This is home. There are boxes everywhere and the house still reeks of fresh paint, but after these ten years of living apart, they’ve come home - to each other.
From: mynamelessname
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Coming Home
Pairing/Group: Nino/Arashi, slight Nino/Ohno
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: For honooko I was really excited to see your sharehouse prompt, so I hope you enjoy what I came up with. :) Thank you to J for you patience, A for your encouragement, and C for being my lovely beta. <3
Summary: It’s moving in day at the Arashi sharehouse.
The movers have just left and Nino is already bored with unpacking the many boxes scattered throughout the house he is now sharing with his four best friends. He identified the most important box, the one containing his video games, and dragged it into his bedroom for safekeeping. If he leaves it out for too long, he knows that Sho’s fingers will itch to organize them alphabetically and by genre or even worse, Aiba will accidentally erase all the saved game data… again.
Nino firmly closes his yellow door behind him. The idea of color-coding and labeling their doors sounded a bit childish at first but now that he sees it, it’s a nice homey touch (though Nino will never express the sentiment aloud).
Jun’s room is on his left, and Nino gives it a long glance. The door is propped open slightly but Nino doesn’t dare take a peek inside. He knows Jun well enough to suspect that he’ll be dragged into helping Jun decorate before he even has a chance to object. Nino will be completely at Jun’s mercy as the other directs him to move pictures up, down and side-to-side, not mention the scolding he’ll inevitably receive when they’re crooked. It’s definitely a job for Ohno, who has steadier hands and heaps more patience than Nino. Giving the purple door one last traumatized glance, he turns towards Aiba’s room on his right.
The green door is thrown wide open, and Nino can hear Aiba talking to himself as he unpacks. Nino leans against the door frame and takes in the chaos. Rather than someone unpacking, it looked like the boxes had exploded after the movers deposited them in Aiba’s room. “Did you lose something again?” he drawls, eyebrows raised.
Aiba whirls around, a pair of mismatched socks in one hand and a spatula in the other. He grins at the sight of Nino. “Are you done unpacking already? Come help me!” He ignores Nino’s question and waves Nino inside with the spatula.
Nino shrugs as he ambles into the room. Aiba doesn’t need to answer the question; Nino knows Aiba well enough to suspect that the socks and spatula aren’t the oddest combination in Aiba’s boxes. “I’ve found the important stuff. The rest can wait,” Nino answers with a smirk.
He helps Aiba rummage through the boxes for a few minutes, but mostly he’s teasing Aiba about his nonexistent organizational system and the embarrassing patterned boxers that were a birthday-slash-Christmas present from Mama Aiba. It doesn’t take long for Aiba to kick Nino out. “Go visit Sho-chan. He misses you,” Aiba says with a laugh, giving Nino one last push out the door.
“I heard that!” Sho shouts from inside his bedroom, and Aiba only laughs harder. He disappears back into his bedroom and firmly shuts the door to keep Nino and his commentary out… for now. Nino knows that Aiba will soon be begging for his company.
Nino doesn’t stay in Sho’s room for long. Sho is stressing about organizing his CD collection while also trying to find room for his books on the same shelves. He doesn’t appreciate Nino’s observation that it doesn’t matter since it’ll be completely disorganized again in three days time, even if Nino knows it’s true. Nino lets himself out of Sho’s room before he’s kicked out. He promises himself that he’ll be back when Sho has settled down, settled in, and resigned himself to the fact that this bedroom will be as disorganized as every bedroom he has ever had. And when that happens, Sho will be more amenable to Nino camping out in his room.
It takes a while for Nino to find Ohno amongst the stack of boxes behind the blue door. Apparently Ohno has given up on unpacking too. He has a pencil tucked behind one ear and another twirling between his fingers as he stares at the sketchpad in his lap. Ohno is deep in thought. For a few quiet moments, Nino is content to watch Ohno’s pencil scratch at the paper. He has to clear his throat to get the other man’s attention.
Ohno jumps and smiles sheepishly as he finally notices Nino’s figure in the doorway. “Finished unpacking?” he asks simply, but his gaze is already drifting back to his sketchpad.
Nino shrugs. “Close enough. I’m going to grab a drink from the kitchen. Want something?”
Nino knows that he’s already losing the battle for Ohno’s focus so he takes the single nod of Ohno’s head as his answer.
Nino skips down the stairs and takes another look at the living area. In addition to having enough bedrooms for each man to have his own, the living area also makes the house perfect for them. There are enough alcoves to have their own space but also a spacious kitchen and living room so they won’t be falling over each other, definitely an improvement over the tiny two bedroom apartment they shared a decade ago in college.
Smiling in spite of himself, Nino pulls open the fridge door. They definitely need to do some grocery shopping, he thinks as they survey the contents, but there are two pitchers nestled in the door. He pulls the first one out to see the label. “Aiba Tea.” He promptly puts it back on the shelf. Even in their broke college days, Nino learned the lesson (the hard way) to never eat or drink anything with Aiba’s name on it. The second pitcher seemed to be regular (safe) tea.
Nino pours two glasses and replaces the pitcher back in the fridge, shutting the door with a nudge from his hip. An experimental sniff and sip confirms that this tea is safe. Nino carefully carries the tea up the flight of stairs and passes through the blue doorway. He freezes at the sight of Ohno, sprawled out on top of a pile of blankets that had been unpacked but hadn’t yet made it to the bed. The sketchpad and pencil are still held lightly in Ohno’s hand, but the man is clearly asleep. Nino chuckles quietly. He couldn’t have been gone for more than five minutes but Ohno is completely out. Nino deposits the glasses on Ohno’s dresser, briefly thinking about how Jun would complain that he isn’t using a coaster but deciding that he doesn’t care and Ohno wouldn’t care either.
Nino tiptoes towards the sleeping man and bends down to see what the other was drawing. It’s a rough sketch of the five doors as seen from the first floor living area. It’s only a rough sketch as Ohno had clearly just started, but it already has a title, Nino realizes as he reads the tiny letters in the corner. “Our home.” Smiling, Nino slides the pencil and paper from Ohno’s loose grip, plucks the second pencil from behind Ohno’s ear and places them on top of one of the neglected boxes.
Nino shuts the door, then joins Ohno on the nest of blankets, wrapping an arm around Ohno’s waist. He smiles as Ohno sighs and nestles into him. He’s right. This is home. There are boxes everywhere and the house still reeks of fresh paint, but after these ten years of living apart, they’ve come home - to each other.