fic: Friends (RPF, gen, Ohno-centric)
Title: Friends
Author: NemKess
fandom: JPop, Arashi
characters: Ohno Satoshi primarily, Arashi secondarily
Warnings: RP, liberties taken with characterization of an unknown.
Disclaimer: Neither of these people are owned by me. Although real people are depicted in this fic, it bears no known resemblance to reality. No money is being made, no infringements intended.
Notes: just taking a short break from my hiatus for a little something written for my friends, adronicus and lady_gemma
Summary: Friends make life easier.
~*~*~
There were days when it just didn't pay to get out of bed.
When he stepped in a puddle of water before he was even fully out of bed, Ohno really should have known that it was going to be one of those days, climbed back into bed, and pulled the covers over his head.
But at the time, he'd just cursed his landlord, made a mental note to complain about the leak - again - and continued to get ready for his day.
Things sort of went downhill from there.
By the time he walked into the studio where Arashi was having their photoshoot for the day, he was over an hour late, hungry, and dripping wet with something he'd rather not even consider.
“Oh-chan -.”
He held up a hand to forestall whatever Nino was going to ask or say. “Don't. Just ... don't.”
Sho took one look at him and went to deal with the irritable man who'd been inflicted upon them for the day.
MatsuJun grabbed some towels and ushered him towards the restroom. There was no shower, but at least there was a sink and his friend quietly helped him clean up.
When he ventured out, wrapped in a big fluffy towel, Aiba met him with a double armful of his favorite snack foods from the vending machine. The short trip to their designated dressing room was filled with the soothing sound of Aiba's randomness.
Nino was waiting for them with the chosen outfit of the day. He ignored any and all insistences that Ohno could dress himself, and in quite short order, he found himself clean, fully dressed, and munching contentedly on a snack bar while their stylist fixed his hair.
Later, after the photoshoot, when they sat down for interviews, Ohno smiled at the camera and quite sincerely declared that as long as one had friends, every day was a good day.
~*~*~
The End
Author: NemKess
fandom: JPop, Arashi
characters: Ohno Satoshi primarily, Arashi secondarily
Warnings: RP, liberties taken with characterization of an unknown.
Disclaimer: Neither of these people are owned by me. Although real people are depicted in this fic, it bears no known resemblance to reality. No money is being made, no infringements intended.
Notes: just taking a short break from my hiatus for a little something written for my friends, adronicus and lady_gemma
Summary: Friends make life easier.
~*~*~
There were days when it just didn't pay to get out of bed.
When he stepped in a puddle of water before he was even fully out of bed, Ohno really should have known that it was going to be one of those days, climbed back into bed, and pulled the covers over his head.
But at the time, he'd just cursed his landlord, made a mental note to complain about the leak - again - and continued to get ready for his day.
Things sort of went downhill from there.
By the time he walked into the studio where Arashi was having their photoshoot for the day, he was over an hour late, hungry, and dripping wet with something he'd rather not even consider.
“Oh-chan -.”
He held up a hand to forestall whatever Nino was going to ask or say. “Don't. Just ... don't.”
Sho took one look at him and went to deal with the irritable man who'd been inflicted upon them for the day.
MatsuJun grabbed some towels and ushered him towards the restroom. There was no shower, but at least there was a sink and his friend quietly helped him clean up.
When he ventured out, wrapped in a big fluffy towel, Aiba met him with a double armful of his favorite snack foods from the vending machine. The short trip to their designated dressing room was filled with the soothing sound of Aiba's randomness.
Nino was waiting for them with the chosen outfit of the day. He ignored any and all insistences that Ohno could dress himself, and in quite short order, he found himself clean, fully dressed, and munching contentedly on a snack bar while their stylist fixed his hair.
Later, after the photoshoot, when they sat down for interviews, Ohno smiled at the camera and quite sincerely declared that as long as one had friends, every day was a good day.
~*~*~
The End