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Pairing: Sakumiya
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Sho liked to ‘show’ interviewers how he and Nino celebrated becoming Arashi - turning to Nino solemnly and grabbing him in a hug.
He was lying to them.
By omission, anyway.
Because they had hugged, but somehow Sho didn’t think that sticking his hand down Nino’s pants and jerking him off on national TV (or in public) would be appreciated. By the Jimusho, at least.
If the things Nino said were any sort of true, he wouldn’t mind in the least.
“It was only our names on it, so we - ”
If anybody noticed Sho’s hand on Nino’s backside, nobody said anything.
Pairing: Sakumiya
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Nino had never done a drama with another Arashi member, so he was a little nervous when the cast was announced and Sho’s name was listed as Mimura Takuya. His head immediately filled with anxious questions.
What if he couldn’t remember that Sho was Mimura-kun? What if they couldn’t act off each other? What if they fought?
Nino was fretting about it when he showed up to the studio. He was still fretting about it as he dressed and made his way to the classroom, and as his eyes swept the room. There was Sho, wearing Takuya’s uniform and standing to one side and watching their classmates with a vaguely cold expression. Takuya’s expression.
Sho caught sight of Nino and the ice melted away, revealing Sho in a costume. Sho made a bee line for Nino and flicked Nino’s forehead.
“Nino-chan, you’re late!” he chided.
“I am not,” Nino protested automatically, “Sho-chan is mean!”
Sho smiled; that gentle smile that was Nino’s alone.
“Perfect!” the director said excitedly, “That’s exactly the sort of camaraderie Tarou and Mimura develop. Keep that interest in mind, Sho-san - Mimura is interested like that right away.”
The man flitted away. Sho grinned at Nino. Nino smacked Sho’s head.
“Idiot. He doesn’t mean like we are.”
“I dunno,” Sho drawled, “Looking at the script, there’s an awful lot of ‘fondly-s’.” He snuck a hand onto Nino’s hip and gripped it gently, casting a glinting eye down Nino’s body. “You look good in the uniform.”
Nino grinned.
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Sho liked to ‘show’ interviewers how he and Nino celebrated becoming Arashi - turning to Nino solemnly and grabbing him in a hug.
He was lying to them.
By omission, anyway.
Because they had hugged, but somehow Sho didn’t think that sticking his hand down Nino’s pants and jerking him off on national TV (or in public) would be appreciated. By the Jimusho, at least.
If the things Nino said were any sort of true, he wouldn’t mind in the least.
“It was only our names on it, so we - ”
If anybody noticed Sho’s hand on Nino’s backside, nobody said anything.
Pairing: Sakumiya
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Nino had never done a drama with another Arashi member, so he was a little nervous when the cast was announced and Sho’s name was listed as Mimura Takuya. His head immediately filled with anxious questions.
What if he couldn’t remember that Sho was Mimura-kun? What if they couldn’t act off each other? What if they fought?
Nino was fretting about it when he showed up to the studio. He was still fretting about it as he dressed and made his way to the classroom, and as his eyes swept the room. There was Sho, wearing Takuya’s uniform and standing to one side and watching their classmates with a vaguely cold expression. Takuya’s expression.
Sho caught sight of Nino and the ice melted away, revealing Sho in a costume. Sho made a bee line for Nino and flicked Nino’s forehead.
“Nino-chan, you’re late!” he chided.
“I am not,” Nino protested automatically, “Sho-chan is mean!”
Sho smiled; that gentle smile that was Nino’s alone.
“Perfect!” the director said excitedly, “That’s exactly the sort of camaraderie Tarou and Mimura develop. Keep that interest in mind, Sho-san - Mimura is interested like that right away.”
The man flitted away. Sho grinned at Nino. Nino smacked Sho’s head.
“Idiot. He doesn’t mean like we are.”
“I dunno,” Sho drawled, “Looking at the script, there’s an awful lot of ‘fondly-s’.” He snuck a hand onto Nino’s hip and gripped it gently, casting a glinting eye down Nino’s body. “You look good in the uniform.”
Nino grinned.