Pokéballs
Title: Poké Balls
Author: nidesux a.k.a moi
Pairing: Nino x Ohno a.k.a Ohmiya
Length: Drabble
Genre: Crack. Fluff.
Rating: PG
Summary: Kazunari finds amusement when it comes to Ohno and Pokéballs
NOTE: Oh look my first Ohmiya fic. Hahaha. It's my first time writing for this pairing. Comments are appreciated :) (It's 4 in the morning and I was scrolling Tumblr and saw something that inspired me to make this. Lol.)
"Hey Kazu, what do you think of-AH!"
There Ohno Satoshi sat in front of his canvas while rubbing the spot on his face the other had hit. Kazunari was a few steps away from him, smirking.
"What was that?" he asked.
"A Pokéball." Kazunari merely shrugged then picked up the said Pokéball. Ohno stared at it for a moment.
"Oi, did you fall asleep?"
"No." he answered. "You have a very good throw."
"I know." said the other, looking proud of himself before going back to the living room.
--
"I'm hom-" Satoshi's sentence was cut off when something hit his face. He looked down at the ground while he had his hand on his cheek, then picked up the Pokéball that had just hit him. Again. His gaze moved from the object to the man standing a few steps away from him, and as always, he was smirking. Kazunari then opened his mouth to speak, as if he had read the question that was on Satoshi's mind:
"Gotta catch 'em all, right?"
--
They lay on each end of the couch, watching TV (while Kazunari was playing on his 3DS). Satoshi was about to fall asleep when the sound of Kazunari's game faded; he awoke with a jolt when something hit the side of his head. Looking at the man from the couch, he grabbed the dreaded Pokéball from the floor.
"Gotta catch 'em all, Satoshi." said Kazunari with a smile before being pounced on by Satoshi.
--
"Satoshi,"
"Nino,"
"Oh-chan,"
"Kazu,"
"Ohno,"
"NINO STOP THROWING POKÉBALLS AT ME!"
Kazunari started laughing. It was rare for the other to raise his voice, so every time he does, he points out how cute his voice is. Satoshi was pouting at him, then looked down at the numerous Pokéballs the man had just thrown moments before. Kazunari was in front of him now, then kissed the spots he had managed to hit on Satoshi's face.
And before he knew it, they were in bed. Naked.
--
Satoshi was currently painting something to put in his next exhibition. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he made a few strokes of the brush here and there.
"Satoshi,"
Still focused on his work, Satoshi's lips form a pout before speaking, "Nino, I already have bruises on my face! I swear if you throw one more Pokéball at m-"
Satoshi's sentence was cut off. Not because of a Pokéball, but the sight of Kazunari holding one. It was opened, the Pokéball; it had a ring in it. The younger male just cleared his throat then placed it down on the table near him before turning on his heels to walk away. Satoshi held onto his wrist before he could do so, then smiled when Kazunari looked back at him.
"Gotta catch 'em all, right?"
"Well you did," Satoshi said.
"I know."