Untitled fic
Title: Untitled
Pairing: slight Juntoshi
Rating: PG
Summary: AU of MMA (ep21) 050827 Jun, Ohno, Baseball ojisan
Just because I can! I can't name this because it's basically pointless. Hah. Who loves Mago? Whee!
The perspiration of the youth, they called it. No summer was to be complete without that.
Ohno would have proposed otherwise. He’d believed that he had perspired enough in one day to meet the quota for the whole summer. Send Aiba, he would have imagined, but no, the directors had posted him and Matsujun to the latest location shooting of Mago Mago Arashi, involving a very passionate (Ohno had come to fear the word after the previous episode that saw him acting in an Edo movie with the strangest getup- Aiba and Nino had taken to reenacting the last scene of the movie with gusto every time Sho and Ohno walked through the green room door) baseball playing grandpa. It wasn’t that Ohno hated baseball, but the white devils just seemed to slip through his mitt- and he had checked it thoroughly for any holes. Jun on the other hand, having six years of baseball experience, took to it like an old professional, positively glowing at the nostalgia of fast curve balls and the firm contact of ball resin on gloved leather. But even as the dull bruises and aches emerged, it was a refreshing shoot after all; the tender wrinkled faces of the grandparents were etched in his mind, even as every grandparent they had ever visited left a part of them with him.
Now, amidst the soothing hum of the aircon, and the vibrating trundle as the coach headed back towards Tokyo, Ohno curled up in a seat, knees tucked closer to his chest as he fingered the baseball souvenir in his hand, squeezing it and releasing tension, the putty like resin soft against his calloused darkened skin. Matsujun had slapped a cap over his face immediately upon entering their coach and emitted an aura of ‘disturb me and die’ that sufficiently kept the managers away. Ohno himself knew it was sensible to catch up on sleep along the two hour journey back; them stuck with filming packed in between their summer concerts, but after forty frustrating minutes of tossing around in the reclined seat, he gave up on the sweet prospect of slumber and blamed it on the post-euphoria of hours of baseball adrenaline. After all, being sensible wasn’t his forte, and the group had the effective mothering of a slightly neurotic Sho to ensure his survival throughout the concerts.
Placated with his excuse, he turned to the window, sheen nose pressed against the pane. Outside, the rolling suburbs flew past like hurried birds to their nests, the skies coloured with deepening hues of azure; a sight rarely seen back in hazy Tokyo. There were no skyscrapers, no grey concrete and hurried workers scuttling places; just fields of green and gold, as far expanse as the eye could see. If he could just close his eyes and imagine hard enough, it could almost feel like a ride on the school bus during a summer school trip. And if it were the case, the person on his right would be his bus-buddy. Ohno gave a short quiet laugh as he turned to the person beside him, barely visible under a black Lakers cap and a thick jacket.
A sudden sniffle emerged, as the jacket slid down Jun’s shoulder slightly. Ohno sucked on his lip as he observed the steady gentle heaves of Jun’s torso, unchanging, consistent. The sniffle was louder the second time, and Ohno furrowed his forehead at the exposed shoulder blade. He reached out, fingertips barely skimming the surface of the cotton jacket and lifted the edge by his thumb and forefinger. Observing no change in Jun’s sleep, he carefully tugged the jacket back onto the shoulder, feeling an unfurling stretch travel upwards from his lower back.
“Ridda.” A eyelid cracked open as Jun blinked at Ohno, half dazed from sleep, half concerned. Ohno merely scrunched a smile at Jun, who frowned, “Sleep Ridda. Concert’s tomorrow.” “Can’t.” Ohno fluttered his lashes as Jun. “Thinking.” Ohno watched as Jun struggled to open his other eyelid, groaning a little as his back popped while shifting to another position. There were going to be consequences for this, Ohno muted the ranting Sho at the back of his mind; stealing rest time away from their main concert organizer was not the wisest move. But then again, Ohno knew Jun always had a soft spot for him; and so he chewed on his lip thoughtfully. “Jun would sit at the back of the bus with all the cool kids.” He watched as Jun waited patiently, confusion in his eyes. “School trip. I’d never get the chance to sit with Jun if it were.” Jun’s furrow slid into that of resignation. “Ridda, don’t- anyway, I was the geeky guy then.” Still, Ohno voiced his word, not understanding. “It doesn’t matter does it; I’m sitting next to you now.” Jun poked Ohno’s shoulder. “You should be honored then. Now, sleep.”
Conversations didn’t have to make sense, Ohno figured as he forcefully snuggled on Jun’s shoulder, Jun wrapping his jacket around the both of them. What mattered was that he got a free human cushion bus-buddy in the end.