More tumblr ficbits of sakuraiba and ohmiya flavors~
Sakuraiba! A reward for laurachan2 for not being evil :D
Rated PG
From the soulmarking universe established here~
Aiba is certain that Sakurai Sho is his soul mate.
He had known since he first saw Sakurai at the opening ceremony when they were first years. Now they are second years and Aiba still knows that they are destined to be.
He just needs the mark to prove it.
“Having a mark isn’t that great.” His first year friend Nino says when they walk home and Aiba mopes about it.
“Easy for you to say.” Aiba pouts, “You have one.”
“But I don’t know who it is, so it’s worthless.”
“You just have grabby hands. If you didn’t touch so many people a day, you wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Maybe if you touched more people you would have this problem.”
“Hey that’s….I can’t. I can’t just go up and touch him.”
“Sure you can, it’s easy.” Nino slaps Aiba’s back. “Just pull one of these.”
“But I…” Aiba sighs, knowing Nino would never understand, “…want it to be special.”
But the next time Aiba sees Sho, and it’s from behind (Aiba would recognize the back of Sho’s head anywhere) he finds himself walking towards him, Nino’s advice echoing in his ears.
‘Just pull one of these.’
His hand is up, out stretched.
He’s going to do it. He’s going to pat Sho on the back and then they’ll be soulmates and it will be wonderful.
Sho suddenly stops and turns around.
But Aiba’s too close. Too late to stop.
“Ooof!!”
The force of the collision sends Sho to the floor, and his hand flies to his nose.
Aiba sees blood running between Sho’s fingers. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”
“I thinb its bloben.” Sho says, in a high, panicked voice. “My nosb is bloben!!!”
“Come on, get up. I’ll take you to the nurse.” Aiba grabs Sho’s elbow and hauls him up off the floor. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!!!”
The nurse sends Sho to the hospital, and Aiba, most unfairly, isn’t allowed to go with him.
So Aiba skips class and goes home.
He hides under all of his blankets. It isn’t enough so he steals some from his brother’s bed.
Try as he might, no amount of blankets can cover up the embarrassment his stupidity caused. He never wants to go to school again. He’ll have to quit and become a hobo.
The heat wakes Aiba up. He’s sweating. Too many blankets. He shoves them off, and lies in the dark room. But it’s still warm. It’s his hand. Aiba inspects it with his other hand. The knuckles on his right hand are unnaturally warm.
His heart skips a beat, and he gets up, tripping over everything in his room on the way to the light switch.
His eyes adjust to the light.
On his knuckles is something maroon. It looks like a deformed starfish.
His very own soulmate mark.
It's so beautiful, and wonderful, and must be matched with a mark on Sakurai Sho's face. Aiba cries tears of joy.
The tears slow to a stop.
But he also touched the nurse. And they had wrestleing practice in gym, right before he had run into Sho.
No, he tells himself, it has to be Sho.
The next day, when Aiba finds Sho at the shoe lockers before class, Sho is wearing a splint on his nose.
“Hi, um, Sho-chan. Sorry about yesterday…”
“Good morning, Aiba-chan.” Sho sighs. “And it’s alright, I’ll heal. The doctor said it won’t mess with the shape of my nose or anything.”
“Oh good, I love your nose the way it is.” Aiba says.
“Thanks.” Sho takes it as a joke and smiles.
“Did the doctor…notice anything else about your nose?” Aiba asks, as they walk to class.
“He said it was the nicest nasal bone fracture he’s ever seen.” Sho offers, somewhat proudly.
“Oh. That’s cool.” Aiba says, a little disenheartened. “When…when does the splint come off?”
“In about a month.”
“I have to wait a whole month?!” Aiba stops in his tracks.
“You like my nose that much?” Sho asks, jokingly.
“No it’s….” Aiba takes his hand out of his pocket, and swallows hard.
But what if it isn’t Sho…then Sho will have gotten a broken nose for nothing…
He hides his hand back in his pocket, and forces a smile. “Yeah, I do. But I can wait a month to see it again”
And summer-splasher prompted Ohmiya, #21 Online Relationship
Rated PG
nonigamer: hey
jawsfan3104: hey
nonigamer: i liked that post you put up. you do black/white photos well
jawsfan3104: oh tanks
nonigamer: tanks?
jawsfan3104: t.h.a.n.ks. y.o.u.
nonigamer: are you drunk or do you just suck @ typing
jawsfan3104: if you can’t tell then i’m doing it right
nonigamer: lol
nonigamer: hey
jawsfan3104: hey hey
nonigamer: im gonna be doing open mic night on friday
jawsfan3104: that’s cool what songs
nonigamer: those ones I linked you to on my youtube before
jawsfan3104: oh those are good do those
nonigamer: you can come if you want
jawsfan3104: oh
jawsfan3104: i don’t think i can make it
nonigamer: thats cool
nonigamer: sorry
jawsfan3104: i want to go tho
nonigamer: its ok don’t explain
jawsfan3104: but i was going to ask if you wanted to go to my gallery opening this friday too
jawsfan3104: but I guess youre busy
jawsfan3104: i was hoping someone other than my mom would be there for me for once
jawsfan3104: lol….*sadface*
nonigamer: did I say I was playing this Friday? I meant next friday
nonigamer: where is this gallery that has such bad taste that it agreed to display your art
Rated PG
From the soulmarking universe established here~
Aiba is certain that Sakurai Sho is his soul mate.
He had known since he first saw Sakurai at the opening ceremony when they were first years. Now they are second years and Aiba still knows that they are destined to be.
He just needs the mark to prove it.
“Having a mark isn’t that great.” His first year friend Nino says when they walk home and Aiba mopes about it.
“Easy for you to say.” Aiba pouts, “You have one.”
“But I don’t know who it is, so it’s worthless.”
“You just have grabby hands. If you didn’t touch so many people a day, you wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Maybe if you touched more people you would have this problem.”
“Hey that’s….I can’t. I can’t just go up and touch him.”
“Sure you can, it’s easy.” Nino slaps Aiba’s back. “Just pull one of these.”
“But I…” Aiba sighs, knowing Nino would never understand, “…want it to be special.”
But the next time Aiba sees Sho, and it’s from behind (Aiba would recognize the back of Sho’s head anywhere) he finds himself walking towards him, Nino’s advice echoing in his ears.
‘Just pull one of these.’
His hand is up, out stretched.
He’s going to do it. He’s going to pat Sho on the back and then they’ll be soulmates and it will be wonderful.
Sho suddenly stops and turns around.
But Aiba’s too close. Too late to stop.
“Ooof!!”
The force of the collision sends Sho to the floor, and his hand flies to his nose.
Aiba sees blood running between Sho’s fingers. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”
“I thinb its bloben.” Sho says, in a high, panicked voice. “My nosb is bloben!!!”
“Come on, get up. I’ll take you to the nurse.” Aiba grabs Sho’s elbow and hauls him up off the floor. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!!!”
The nurse sends Sho to the hospital, and Aiba, most unfairly, isn’t allowed to go with him.
So Aiba skips class and goes home.
He hides under all of his blankets. It isn’t enough so he steals some from his brother’s bed.
Try as he might, no amount of blankets can cover up the embarrassment his stupidity caused. He never wants to go to school again. He’ll have to quit and become a hobo.
The heat wakes Aiba up. He’s sweating. Too many blankets. He shoves them off, and lies in the dark room. But it’s still warm. It’s his hand. Aiba inspects it with his other hand. The knuckles on his right hand are unnaturally warm.
His heart skips a beat, and he gets up, tripping over everything in his room on the way to the light switch.
His eyes adjust to the light.
On his knuckles is something maroon. It looks like a deformed starfish.
His very own soulmate mark.
It's so beautiful, and wonderful, and must be matched with a mark on Sakurai Sho's face. Aiba cries tears of joy.
The tears slow to a stop.
But he also touched the nurse. And they had wrestleing practice in gym, right before he had run into Sho.
No, he tells himself, it has to be Sho.
The next day, when Aiba finds Sho at the shoe lockers before class, Sho is wearing a splint on his nose.
“Hi, um, Sho-chan. Sorry about yesterday…”
“Good morning, Aiba-chan.” Sho sighs. “And it’s alright, I’ll heal. The doctor said it won’t mess with the shape of my nose or anything.”
“Oh good, I love your nose the way it is.” Aiba says.
“Thanks.” Sho takes it as a joke and smiles.
“Did the doctor…notice anything else about your nose?” Aiba asks, as they walk to class.
“He said it was the nicest nasal bone fracture he’s ever seen.” Sho offers, somewhat proudly.
“Oh. That’s cool.” Aiba says, a little disenheartened. “When…when does the splint come off?”
“In about a month.”
“I have to wait a whole month?!” Aiba stops in his tracks.
“You like my nose that much?” Sho asks, jokingly.
“No it’s….” Aiba takes his hand out of his pocket, and swallows hard.
But what if it isn’t Sho…then Sho will have gotten a broken nose for nothing…
He hides his hand back in his pocket, and forces a smile. “Yeah, I do. But I can wait a month to see it again”
And summer-splasher prompted Ohmiya, #21 Online Relationship
Rated PG
nonigamer: hey
jawsfan3104: hey
nonigamer: i liked that post you put up. you do black/white photos well
jawsfan3104: oh tanks
nonigamer: tanks?
jawsfan3104: t.h.a.n.ks. y.o.u.
nonigamer: are you drunk or do you just suck @ typing
jawsfan3104: if you can’t tell then i’m doing it right
nonigamer: lol
nonigamer: hey
jawsfan3104: hey hey
nonigamer: im gonna be doing open mic night on friday
jawsfan3104: that’s cool what songs
nonigamer: those ones I linked you to on my youtube before
jawsfan3104: oh those are good do those
nonigamer: you can come if you want
jawsfan3104: oh
jawsfan3104: i don’t think i can make it
nonigamer: thats cool
nonigamer: sorry
jawsfan3104: i want to go tho
nonigamer: its ok don’t explain
jawsfan3104: but i was going to ask if you wanted to go to my gallery opening this friday too
jawsfan3104: but I guess youre busy
jawsfan3104: i was hoping someone other than my mom would be there for me for once
jawsfan3104: lol….*sadface*
nonigamer: did I say I was playing this Friday? I meant next friday
nonigamer: where is this gallery that has such bad taste that it agreed to display your art