How I met your father (Chapter 1)
I'm lazy so the chaptered story of how they really met will have the same name
“What the...” Nino mumbled as he was woken up by a bang. He rubbed his eyes, staying as silent as possible to listen for any more sounds. He heard stumbling in the front hall and then another crash.
A shudder went over his back as he thought that there was a thief inside and he carefully slipped out of bed. He took the baseball bat he had in his bedroom as he moved closer to the door, opening it carefully.
There was a figure walking around his living room, hopping around on one foot and swearing slightly before he stumbled inside his bathroom.
This was definitely a lousy thief, Nino thought as he went closer. He could hit him and then call the police he decided when he suddenly stopped still. The stranger was stripping in his bathroom, humming lowly in the back of his throat.
What the hell was going on?! And God, the other looked good... Nino blinked when the strange man got into his shower and washed his very good looking body.
“You are a strange thief,” he said out loud finally, just too surprised and shocked by the things that were happening.
There was a shriek coming from the other as he looked up, staring at him wide-eyed while pointing at him.
“Thief! Who are you? What are you doing in my home?”
“What? You are in my home! I live here,” Nino mumbled rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“No.”
“Yes.”
The other frowned in confusion before realising he was still in the shower - naked. He cried out again, grabbing for a towel. “Pervert!”
“Excuse me? You are parading into my home, stripping and taking a shower.”
The other blinked as he looked around and realised that this was really not the bathroom of his friend. His shoulders sank as he looked down at his toes.
“Sorry, I think I mistook the door while drunk. But it’s dangerous to keep the door open,” he said with a frown. “And would you please let me dress?”
“Yes, yes, sorry,” Nino said with a sigh. What a strange thing to happen, he thought as he went to the kitchen to prepare coffee.
Nino hummed lowly in his throat as he heard the shower turning off with a dejected sigh and thought about going back to the bathroom and tell the other to take his time finishing his shower. But the thought of his water bill made that vanish fast. He rubbed his temple, asking himself why this was happening to him at all.
Just as he put the two cups of coffee on the table, he heard the shuffling steps of the stranger entering the room. “Drink that. It’ll sober you up.”
“Honestly the shock has done its thing already,” the other mumbled.
Nino smirked as he sat across from him, taking his own cup of coffee. “Who are you?”
“Ohno Satoshi,” he muttered, still looking dejected about everything that had happened. “I’m sorry for all the commotion.”
“Mhm… At least I didn’t call the police yet. That would have been embarrassing.”
Ohno blushed at the thought before paling slightly as he nodded. “Thank God for small mercies,” he agreed with a sigh, his fingers scraping through his wet hair. “Who are you?”
“Ninomiya Kazunari. How did you end up here?”
Ohno shrugged, for a moment he considered not answering the other but then he thought to hell with it all. It couldn’t get any more embarrassing, and he probably owned the other a few answers for intruding in his home. Even if he really thought it was partly Ninomiya’s fault as well. Who let the door unlocked during nights?
“I moved recently here. I applied to the arts college and I crashed at a friend’s place until I found a flat. It’s not that easy, though. And tonight… I got drunk at a party at the college and I think I am on the wrong floor,” he said with a frown. He could also be on the right floor in a wrong house but he didn’t know. All apartments and floors looked the same in this part of Tokyo he thought with an unhappy look on his face that made the other chuckle slightly again. “Really, I’m sorry, Ninomiya-san. I will leave and check where I am.”
“Which apartment? And please call me Nino. Ninomiya-san was my father and I rather not think about him,” he said with a sigh. Ohno nodded in surprise, nibbling at his lower lip.
“Modern art. I got a scholarship,” he said with a shrug. Not really knowing why he said that. He downed his coffee and pulled out his phone to check where the hell he was. When he tried to turn it on there was a low battery symbol before it died. “Figures,” he grumbled. Tonight had to be a bad dream.
“Phone died?”
Ohno nodded once before burrowing his head in his arms. “Tonight seems to be out of a horror movie.”
Nino snorted slightly as he laughed. “That should be my line, honestly. Normally the intruder would kill the innocent residents. I could offer you a place to crash and probably some power to charge your phone?”
Ohno’s face brightened up slightly at that prospect. He really didn’t look forward to go back outside. It had started to rain when he made it into the apartment building and at that time he had still celebrated his good luck. “Really?”
“If you can promise me you are not a serial killer?”
Ohno frowned in confusion at that tease before he shook his head, his eyes wandering to the bat that was abandoned at the side of the kitchen counter. “You have a bat at home, not me.”
“Well, I play baseball,” Nino said with a chuckle. He stood as he stretched with a groan. “I want to go back to sleep. The coffee did nothing to wake me up,” he said with distaste at the drink he had prepared. He still felt groggy and tired, and he instead accused the weak coffee than his late-night because of a gaming session.
“I will prepare you some clothes to sleep in. Luckily we are of the same height. If you go back to the bathroom and look at the cupboard on the right side, third shelves there are spare toothbrushes and clean towels. I bought them in bulk last time they were on sale. Not that you think I’m a serial killer luring unsuspecting victims into my home,” he said with a wink.
“Well you did leave the door open,” Ohno answered with a small, careful smile on his lips. Nino chuckled at those words. He couldn’t deny them, after all.
“I just like to be able to get out easily if something is amiss and it’s supposed to be a safe neighbourhood,” he muttered as he wandered to his bedroom to pull out a pair of sweatpants and an old faded shirt for the other. Nino walked back to his bathroom, observing Ohno, half hiding behind the door frame. Every instinct inside himself told him to throw the other out (that or have sex with him, but he was not that cheap, and Ohno was drunk) and he questioned his sanity for offering him a place to stay for tonight at least. Aiba was probably rubbing off to him, he thought. The older man had always told him he should try to be more open and friendly to other people. Nino wasn’t sure he was thinking of allowing a stranger to stay with him, but then again, he also could easily imagine Aiba do things like that.
The only opposite of them was that Aiba was a fortunate guy while he most probably would end up dead in an alley. He mustered Ohno again, deciding that he could probably take him on if Ohno tried some funny business and right now Ohno looked way too sleepy and tired (and partly dumb with the faraway look in his eyes) that he couldn’t possibly dangerous.
Nino knocked finally on the door, making Ohno look up with wide, surprised eyes the toothbrush still hanging from his mouth as he turned around (why did he look so sexy that way?). Realisation appeared in his eyes and Nino was sure that the other had forgotten about the situation they were in until now. “I brought you some clothes. I go back to sleep. You have to make with the sofa.”
“Okay, thank you, really,” Ohno said with a small smile. Nino shrugged as he took a few steps back until he felt the door in his back.
“Whatever. Goodnight,” he mumbled before almost fleeing out into the bathroom and into his bedroom. He pulled the blankets over him, rolling on his side, his eyes tightly.
“What the...” Nino mumbled as he was woken up by a bang. He rubbed his eyes, staying as silent as possible to listen for any more sounds. He heard stumbling in the front hall and then another crash.
A shudder went over his back as he thought that there was a thief inside and he carefully slipped out of bed. He took the baseball bat he had in his bedroom as he moved closer to the door, opening it carefully.
There was a figure walking around his living room, hopping around on one foot and swearing slightly before he stumbled inside his bathroom.
This was definitely a lousy thief, Nino thought as he went closer. He could hit him and then call the police he decided when he suddenly stopped still. The stranger was stripping in his bathroom, humming lowly in the back of his throat.
What the hell was going on?! And God, the other looked good... Nino blinked when the strange man got into his shower and washed his very good looking body.
“You are a strange thief,” he said out loud finally, just too surprised and shocked by the things that were happening.
There was a shriek coming from the other as he looked up, staring at him wide-eyed while pointing at him.
“Thief! Who are you? What are you doing in my home?”
“What? You are in my home! I live here,” Nino mumbled rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“No.”
“Yes.”
The other frowned in confusion before realising he was still in the shower - naked. He cried out again, grabbing for a towel. “Pervert!”
“Excuse me? You are parading into my home, stripping and taking a shower.”
The other blinked as he looked around and realised that this was really not the bathroom of his friend. His shoulders sank as he looked down at his toes.
“Sorry, I think I mistook the door while drunk. But it’s dangerous to keep the door open,” he said with a frown. “And would you please let me dress?”
“Yes, yes, sorry,” Nino said with a sigh. What a strange thing to happen, he thought as he went to the kitchen to prepare coffee.
Nino hummed lowly in his throat as he heard the shower turning off with a dejected sigh and thought about going back to the bathroom and tell the other to take his time finishing his shower. But the thought of his water bill made that vanish fast. He rubbed his temple, asking himself why this was happening to him at all.
Just as he put the two cups of coffee on the table, he heard the shuffling steps of the stranger entering the room. “Drink that. It’ll sober you up.”
“Honestly the shock has done its thing already,” the other mumbled.
Nino smirked as he sat across from him, taking his own cup of coffee. “Who are you?”
“Ohno Satoshi,” he muttered, still looking dejected about everything that had happened. “I’m sorry for all the commotion.”
“Mhm… At least I didn’t call the police yet. That would have been embarrassing.”
Ohno blushed at the thought before paling slightly as he nodded. “Thank God for small mercies,” he agreed with a sigh, his fingers scraping through his wet hair. “Who are you?”
“Ninomiya Kazunari. How did you end up here?”
Ohno shrugged, for a moment he considered not answering the other but then he thought to hell with it all. It couldn’t get any more embarrassing, and he probably owned the other a few answers for intruding in his home. Even if he really thought it was partly Ninomiya’s fault as well. Who let the door unlocked during nights?
“I moved recently here. I applied to the arts college and I crashed at a friend’s place until I found a flat. It’s not that easy, though. And tonight… I got drunk at a party at the college and I think I am on the wrong floor,” he said with a frown. He could also be on the right floor in a wrong house but he didn’t know. All apartments and floors looked the same in this part of Tokyo he thought with an unhappy look on his face that made the other chuckle slightly again. “Really, I’m sorry, Ninomiya-san. I will leave and check where I am.”
“Which apartment? And please call me Nino. Ninomiya-san was my father and I rather not think about him,” he said with a sigh. Ohno nodded in surprise, nibbling at his lower lip.
“Modern art. I got a scholarship,” he said with a shrug. Not really knowing why he said that. He downed his coffee and pulled out his phone to check where the hell he was. When he tried to turn it on there was a low battery symbol before it died. “Figures,” he grumbled. Tonight had to be a bad dream.
“Phone died?”
Ohno nodded once before burrowing his head in his arms. “Tonight seems to be out of a horror movie.”
Nino snorted slightly as he laughed. “That should be my line, honestly. Normally the intruder would kill the innocent residents. I could offer you a place to crash and probably some power to charge your phone?”
Ohno’s face brightened up slightly at that prospect. He really didn’t look forward to go back outside. It had started to rain when he made it into the apartment building and at that time he had still celebrated his good luck. “Really?”
“If you can promise me you are not a serial killer?”
Ohno frowned in confusion at that tease before he shook his head, his eyes wandering to the bat that was abandoned at the side of the kitchen counter. “You have a bat at home, not me.”
“Well, I play baseball,” Nino said with a chuckle. He stood as he stretched with a groan. “I want to go back to sleep. The coffee did nothing to wake me up,” he said with distaste at the drink he had prepared. He still felt groggy and tired, and he instead accused the weak coffee than his late-night because of a gaming session.
“I will prepare you some clothes to sleep in. Luckily we are of the same height. If you go back to the bathroom and look at the cupboard on the right side, third shelves there are spare toothbrushes and clean towels. I bought them in bulk last time they were on sale. Not that you think I’m a serial killer luring unsuspecting victims into my home,” he said with a wink.
“Well you did leave the door open,” Ohno answered with a small, careful smile on his lips. Nino chuckled at those words. He couldn’t deny them, after all.
“I just like to be able to get out easily if something is amiss and it’s supposed to be a safe neighbourhood,” he muttered as he wandered to his bedroom to pull out a pair of sweatpants and an old faded shirt for the other. Nino walked back to his bathroom, observing Ohno, half hiding behind the door frame. Every instinct inside himself told him to throw the other out (that or have sex with him, but he was not that cheap, and Ohno was drunk) and he questioned his sanity for offering him a place to stay for tonight at least. Aiba was probably rubbing off to him, he thought. The older man had always told him he should try to be more open and friendly to other people. Nino wasn’t sure he was thinking of allowing a stranger to stay with him, but then again, he also could easily imagine Aiba do things like that.
The only opposite of them was that Aiba was a fortunate guy while he most probably would end up dead in an alley. He mustered Ohno again, deciding that he could probably take him on if Ohno tried some funny business and right now Ohno looked way too sleepy and tired (and partly dumb with the faraway look in his eyes) that he couldn’t possibly dangerous.
Nino knocked finally on the door, making Ohno look up with wide, surprised eyes the toothbrush still hanging from his mouth as he turned around (why did he look so sexy that way?). Realisation appeared in his eyes and Nino was sure that the other had forgotten about the situation they were in until now. “I brought you some clothes. I go back to sleep. You have to make with the sofa.”
“Okay, thank you, really,” Ohno said with a small smile. Nino shrugged as he took a few steps back until he felt the door in his back.
“Whatever. Goodnight,” he mumbled before almost fleeing out into the bathroom and into his bedroom. He pulled the blankets over him, rolling on his side, his eyes tightly.