It destroys my soul, but otherwise it's not so bad
Today was so boring. Not bad. Just SO BORING. I hope yours was better. :)
The last of my weekend's efforts at the JE Kink/Smut Anonymeme - it seems to be kind of dying down there, so what the hell, figured I'd polish'em up and post them here now:
♥ Still | Original prompt | 1,080 words | NC-17 | Arashi/Arashi (Ohno/Nino/Aiba/Jun/Sho)| Johnny's Entertainment - Arashi RPS
They ended up at Sho's house, even though Jun had lost the jan-ken. Jun had bitched for ten minutes about how he had just done laundry the other day and if they had to have an orgy (which according to Aiba, they did), Sho decided that it was probably better for the sake of his sanity to spend less time actually thinking about the whole process.
"This is so bad," Sho grumbled, squinting at the lock to his front door, trying to fit in his keys. "It's not like my neighbours don't think I'm weird enough without bringing five other guys around who stay over all night and make really loud noises - would you two stop that?" He shot a dark glance at Nino, who had his arms wrapped around Ohno's waist from behind, nuzzling the soft skin at the base of the other's neck while Ohno chuckled bemusedly. Nino stuck his tongue out at Sho over Ohno's shoulder, eyes dark and crinkled at the corners with amusement.
"Lighten up, Sho-chan." Aiba bounced on his heels impatiently while Sho opened the door, "No one thinks this is weird at all!"
"Except me," Sho corrected him, resignedly.
"And yet you put up with it," Jun brushed through the doorway as Sho held it open, letting his hand slide against Sho's chest as he squeezed into the narrow entrance. Sho swallowed and held the door open somewhat impatiently for Ohno and Nino, locking it securely after them.
By this time, Aiba had already made himself comfortable on Sho's bed. His shirt had been abandoned at some unknown point and he was stretched out on his back in the middle of the bed, squirming against Sho's big, soft pillows with noises of appreciation. Jun was perched on the end of the bed, carefully and methodically removing his socks, wristwatch and shirt, folding his clothes neatly and putting them safely aside.
Sho could see Jun's glance slide back to Aiba several times, hungrily tracking down the tanned, smooth bare skin of Aiba's stomach, the long slim legs still encased in jeans.
"Let's get started." Nino leaped onto the bed, almost nailing Aiba in the ribs with an elbow. "Does everyone know the procedure?" he deadpanned.
"Fuck off," Jun aimed a pillow at Nino's head, but missed slightly. "Shit - sorry, Captain."
"Mmm," Ohno rubbed at his head, picking the pillow up off the floor and cradling it against his chest. "It's okay."
"Leader, leader, you need to take your clothes off," Aiba leant over Nino on the bed, grabbing their surprised captain by his shirt and tugging him down onto the bed roughly. Nino joined in, pinning Ohno's torso to the bed with his legs and deftly unbuttoning his shirt while Aiba tried to work out his belt.
"Are you just planning to watch?" Jun's voice was light and teasing, but it shocked Sho back out of his thoughts from where he was still standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
"Sorry." Sho took a few steps towards the bed, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. It was stupid to be scared, this was nothing they hadn't done before, but it still frightened Sho a little how much as he wanted it. He tried to focus on unbuttoning his shirt.
On the bed, to Jun's left, Nino and Aiba had succeeded in stripping Ohno and had effectively sandwiched him between them, Nino pressed against Ohno's front and jerking him off, darting small, biting kisses against Ohno's neck. Aiba was crowded against Ohno's back, running his fingers along the ticklish spots on Ohno's side and whispering something in Ohno's ear in between giggles.
Jun tsked exasperatedly, stretching languidly as he stood up from the bed, fully unclothed. He walked slowly over to Sho, hips swaying sensually, stopping just in front of Sho, their noses barely two inches from each other. Jun slid his hands slowly around Sho's waist, one hand playing with Sho's belt buckle.
"I didn't say that was a bad thing," Jun traced small, slow circles on Sho's side, his free hand having already dispensed with Sho's belt and working on his zipper. Jun bent his head forward, kissing Sho's collarbone lightly. Sho shivered, automatically pulling Jun closer to him, one hand sliding against the smooth, warm skin of his lower back.
"You think too much," Jun growls in his ear, shifting closer so that their hips are pressed together, scrabbling impatiently with Sho's underwear until it was pushed out of the way. Sho groaned as the initial shock of contact gave way to the mindblowing friction of Jun's cock sliding against his and he gripped Jun's ass, pulling him flush against him. Jun kissed him hard, invading Sho's mouth with tongue and teeth, hot and intense and messy.
"Yo, the bed's over here, guys," Nino called over his shoulder mockingly. Beside him, Aiba was bent over Ohno, mouth wrapped around his cock and eyes closed.
Sho broke the kiss, rolling his eyes at Nino before shoving Jun backwards and back onto the bed, sliding onto the bed himself beside him. "You can be such a shit sometimes," he informed Nino.
Nino grinned. "But you love me anyways."
"You're fucking lucky that I do," Sho shivered as Jun righted himself and draped himself over Sho's back, running strong hands down Sho's arms, thumbs rubbing lingeringly against tense muscles.
"I'll try to remember that," Nino crawled forward, straddling Sho's lap and kissing him, maddeningly slow and sweet, his lips full and hot against Sho's.
Jun chuckled, kissing and lightly biting the curve of Sho's shoulder, eyes fixated on Aiba and Ohno - the bob and swallow of Aiba's throat, Ohno's clenched fist and artlessly spread legs.
Sho let himself go, deepening Nino's kiss, reveling in the warmth of Jun pressed against his back. It was still a little weird, but it was okay, because they were Arashi and if they were together, then everything was okay.
Afterwards, they all lay still in Sho's bed, pressed together and overlapping, in varying states of wakefulness.
"Ne, Captain looks like he's deep in thought," Aiba rolled over so that he was lying half on top of Sho.
"Whatcha thinking about, Oh-chan?" Nino poked Ohno in the cheek affectionately.
Ohno shrugged, staring at the ceiling, hands folded peacefully behind his head. "Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking about Chinen-kun."
There was a long silence.
"I need a shower," Sho announced loudly, mostly so that he could be heard over the noise of Nino's teeth grinding.
♥ your every little trembling line | Original prompt | 1,240 words | R | Ohno/Sho | Johnny's Entertainment - Arashi RPS
"I-I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Sho slowly sat upright in the armchair he had been relaxing in, eyes warily trained on Ohno, who was standing in front of him, hands clasped innocently behind his back.
"I think Sho-chan would be a great model," Ohno explained slowly, as if he was afraid Sho wouldn't quite understand the second time either, "We've all had lots of experience and you're pretty calm, so you could keep still for awhile."
"I'm more concerned about the bit where you said nudity," Sho said wearily, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes.
"Well, you do have great muscle definition," Ohno chirped innocently.
*
It all felt rather surreal, Sho thought, and he still couldn't really believe that he had agreed to do it (conditional that no, Aiba-chan could not watch and Nino was never, ever, ever to know about this). He paced around his living room restlessly in a fluffy, oversized bathrobe while Ohno sat cross-legged on his sofa, calmly setting up his supplies on Sho's table.
"Just relax," Ohno interrupted after a few minutes, "I want you to look comfortable."
"I am not comfortable," Sho glared, "I am about to strip naked so you can stare at me for an hour and then imprint the fact that I ever did this on paper. What part of that is supposed to relax me?"
"I know you're doing this for me, even though you don't want to," Ohno's eyes were surprisingly warm and sympathetic, "And I'm grateful for that, Sho-chan. You don't have to worry about anything."
Sho's shoulders unhunched a little and he sighed. "Where do you want me?"
*
Twenty minutes later, Sho still felt as tense as a coiled spring, though he was slowly growing used to the whole situation. Ohno had him posing half-lying down, half-sitting on a colorful rug he had brought with him. It was soft and cozy and that helped him relax, a little.
Even so, he couldn't help but be constantly aware of the way Ohno's eyes kept sweeping over his body, half-lidded and swift, sometimes lingering for a moment before concentrating on his sketch pad. It was strangely - well, erotic, the way that Ohno was watching him so carefully, so throughly, examining every inch of his bare skin with reverence and appreciation.
Sho shivered a little, even though he had turned the thermostat up to sauna-like temperatures in anticipation of his Adventure Without Underwear.
"You can move around a bit if you're getting stiff," Ohno said helpfully.
It was getting dark outside by the time Ohno was looking about finished, eyes flicking up from the sketchbook with increased frequency and intensity, shading roughly and adding detail with quick pencil-strokes. Sho's one arm was aching where he was propping up most of his weight on it and he was a bit hungry and Ohno's rug was actually a bit scratchy after sitting on it bare-skinned for about two hours.
"There," Ohno said, mostly to himself and Sho let out a sigh of relief, untwisting his legs from their cramped sideways position and stretching a little as he stood up.
"I didn't think it would take so long," Sho stretched his arms above his head, reveling in his regained freedom of movement. "Ah, that feels good."
"Sho is very interesting to watch," Ohno shrugged, still staring down at his sketch, forehead furrowed, "There's a lot to think about."
"Uh." Sho has never been the artistic type, but he's pretty sure that everyone's about the same under their clothes, anatomically-speaking. "That's...good to hear. Can I see it?"
"Yeah, absolutely," Ohno patted the space on the couch next to him and Sho grabbed his bathrobe from where he had slung it over a chair, draping it over his shoulders and hugging it around himself as he perched tentatively next to Ohno, peering at the sketchbook.
Ohno's sketch was simple and powerfully rendered, all lines and shadows sketched with a quick furiousity. Sho felt himself blushing as he stared at the drawing - himself, staring out of the window with a serious, thoughtful expression, his body lounging sideways and half-upright, each detail recorded with an almost life-giving accuracy, from the fullness of his lips to the dark shadows of his groin and the long, powerfully-muscled curves of his legs.
It was undeniably him and there was something very intimate about the sketch. The perspective seemed faraway, like a lover gazing back into memory.
"Thanks, Leader," Sho said softly, kissing Ohno on the cheek. Ohno's eyes wrinkled at the corners with delight.
"I've wanted to draw you for awhile." Ohno set the sketchpad onto the table, leaning back and relaxing against Sho's side. "It took me forever to figure out how to convince you. But Sho-chan is better if you approach him directly after all, huh."
"For the most part," Sho admitted. He slung an arm around Ohno, pulling him closer. "Thank you. A lot. I didn't want to do this, but you really put a lot of work into it. I don't know if I deserve it, but it feels...nice to be thought of like that."
Ohno turned sideways in Sho's cuddle, reaching arms around to hold him tightly and slipping one arm beneath Sho's bathrobe, hands cool against Sho's warm skin. He tucked his head under Sho's chin, "You're welcome. It's a good drawing. I was right, you're a perfect model. Everyone will think it's really hot."
"No one is ever going to see it," Sho reminded him sternly, "Ever."
"Except me," Ohno smiled secretively, before stretching up to kiss Sho.
Sho barely had breath to murmur his assent through the kiss. Kissing Ohno was both completely relaxing and comfortable, slow and rich, and at the same time, world-tiltingly erotic, as he teased with tongue and teeth and plundered Sho's mouth with a mind-numbing intensity. It was, Sho decided, a bit like getting a lapdance while sitting in an overstuffed library reading room chair.
Ohno shifted so that he was straddling Sho's legs, not even breaking the kiss as he settled in Sho's lap, rolling his hips against Sho's in a rhythm designed to make Sho's bones melt and left him clutching at Ohno's backside hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises through Ohno's jeans.
"You're unfairly overdressed," Sho gasped, breaking the kiss.
"Keep complaining," Ohno shrugged, eyes half-slit with pleasure as he nimbly shoved Sho's bathrobe off his shoulders and grasped Sho's cock with his hand and gave a long stroke, his palm still cool and fingers rough with pencil calluses.
Sho groaned, grabbing Ohno by the shirt collar and pulling him close for another kiss, shuddering as they moved against each other, Ohno setting the pace and Sho reading his rhythm, like they had so many times on stage.
They cuddled together on the couch long afterwards, Sho sleepily stroking a hand through Ohno's spiky fringe while Ohno napped, shirtless and comfortable, on top of him, until Sho finally managed to rouse him with promises to treat him to ramen.
"You're thanking me a lot for someone who didn't like the idea in the first place," Ohno yawned as they slid on their shoes, getting ready to go out, "It wasn't such a big deal. You didn't even squirm as much as MatsuJun."
*
When all of Arashi were told the news of Ohno's public art exhibit, Sho instantly turned pale.
The last of my weekend's efforts at the JE Kink/Smut Anonymeme - it seems to be kind of dying down there, so what the hell, figured I'd polish'em up and post them here now:
♥ Still | Original prompt | 1,080 words | NC-17 | Arashi/Arashi (Ohno/Nino/Aiba/Jun/Sho)| Johnny's Entertainment - Arashi RPS
They ended up at Sho's house, even though Jun had lost the jan-ken. Jun had bitched for ten minutes about how he had just done laundry the other day and if they had to have an orgy (which according to Aiba, they did), Sho decided that it was probably better for the sake of his sanity to spend less time actually thinking about the whole process.
"This is so bad," Sho grumbled, squinting at the lock to his front door, trying to fit in his keys. "It's not like my neighbours don't think I'm weird enough without bringing five other guys around who stay over all night and make really loud noises - would you two stop that?" He shot a dark glance at Nino, who had his arms wrapped around Ohno's waist from behind, nuzzling the soft skin at the base of the other's neck while Ohno chuckled bemusedly. Nino stuck his tongue out at Sho over Ohno's shoulder, eyes dark and crinkled at the corners with amusement.
"Lighten up, Sho-chan." Aiba bounced on his heels impatiently while Sho opened the door, "No one thinks this is weird at all!"
"Except me," Sho corrected him, resignedly.
"And yet you put up with it," Jun brushed through the doorway as Sho held it open, letting his hand slide against Sho's chest as he squeezed into the narrow entrance. Sho swallowed and held the door open somewhat impatiently for Ohno and Nino, locking it securely after them.
By this time, Aiba had already made himself comfortable on Sho's bed. His shirt had been abandoned at some unknown point and he was stretched out on his back in the middle of the bed, squirming against Sho's big, soft pillows with noises of appreciation. Jun was perched on the end of the bed, carefully and methodically removing his socks, wristwatch and shirt, folding his clothes neatly and putting them safely aside.
Sho could see Jun's glance slide back to Aiba several times, hungrily tracking down the tanned, smooth bare skin of Aiba's stomach, the long slim legs still encased in jeans.
"Let's get started." Nino leaped onto the bed, almost nailing Aiba in the ribs with an elbow. "Does everyone know the procedure?" he deadpanned.
"Fuck off," Jun aimed a pillow at Nino's head, but missed slightly. "Shit - sorry, Captain."
"Mmm," Ohno rubbed at his head, picking the pillow up off the floor and cradling it against his chest. "It's okay."
"Leader, leader, you need to take your clothes off," Aiba leant over Nino on the bed, grabbing their surprised captain by his shirt and tugging him down onto the bed roughly. Nino joined in, pinning Ohno's torso to the bed with his legs and deftly unbuttoning his shirt while Aiba tried to work out his belt.
"Are you just planning to watch?" Jun's voice was light and teasing, but it shocked Sho back out of his thoughts from where he was still standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
"Sorry." Sho took a few steps towards the bed, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. It was stupid to be scared, this was nothing they hadn't done before, but it still frightened Sho a little how much as he wanted it. He tried to focus on unbuttoning his shirt.
On the bed, to Jun's left, Nino and Aiba had succeeded in stripping Ohno and had effectively sandwiched him between them, Nino pressed against Ohno's front and jerking him off, darting small, biting kisses against Ohno's neck. Aiba was crowded against Ohno's back, running his fingers along the ticklish spots on Ohno's side and whispering something in Ohno's ear in between giggles.
Jun tsked exasperatedly, stretching languidly as he stood up from the bed, fully unclothed. He walked slowly over to Sho, hips swaying sensually, stopping just in front of Sho, their noses barely two inches from each other. Jun slid his hands slowly around Sho's waist, one hand playing with Sho's belt buckle.
"I didn't say that was a bad thing," Jun traced small, slow circles on Sho's side, his free hand having already dispensed with Sho's belt and working on his zipper. Jun bent his head forward, kissing Sho's collarbone lightly. Sho shivered, automatically pulling Jun closer to him, one hand sliding against the smooth, warm skin of his lower back.
"You think too much," Jun growls in his ear, shifting closer so that their hips are pressed together, scrabbling impatiently with Sho's underwear until it was pushed out of the way. Sho groaned as the initial shock of contact gave way to the mindblowing friction of Jun's cock sliding against his and he gripped Jun's ass, pulling him flush against him. Jun kissed him hard, invading Sho's mouth with tongue and teeth, hot and intense and messy.
"Yo, the bed's over here, guys," Nino called over his shoulder mockingly. Beside him, Aiba was bent over Ohno, mouth wrapped around his cock and eyes closed.
Sho broke the kiss, rolling his eyes at Nino before shoving Jun backwards and back onto the bed, sliding onto the bed himself beside him. "You can be such a shit sometimes," he informed Nino.
Nino grinned. "But you love me anyways."
"You're fucking lucky that I do," Sho shivered as Jun righted himself and draped himself over Sho's back, running strong hands down Sho's arms, thumbs rubbing lingeringly against tense muscles.
"I'll try to remember that," Nino crawled forward, straddling Sho's lap and kissing him, maddeningly slow and sweet, his lips full and hot against Sho's.
Jun chuckled, kissing and lightly biting the curve of Sho's shoulder, eyes fixated on Aiba and Ohno - the bob and swallow of Aiba's throat, Ohno's clenched fist and artlessly spread legs.
Sho let himself go, deepening Nino's kiss, reveling in the warmth of Jun pressed against his back. It was still a little weird, but it was okay, because they were Arashi and if they were together, then everything was okay.
Afterwards, they all lay still in Sho's bed, pressed together and overlapping, in varying states of wakefulness.
"Ne, Captain looks like he's deep in thought," Aiba rolled over so that he was lying half on top of Sho.
"Whatcha thinking about, Oh-chan?" Nino poked Ohno in the cheek affectionately.
Ohno shrugged, staring at the ceiling, hands folded peacefully behind his head. "Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking about Chinen-kun."
There was a long silence.
"I need a shower," Sho announced loudly, mostly so that he could be heard over the noise of Nino's teeth grinding.
♥ your every little trembling line | Original prompt | 1,240 words | R | Ohno/Sho | Johnny's Entertainment - Arashi RPS
"I-I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Sho slowly sat upright in the armchair he had been relaxing in, eyes warily trained on Ohno, who was standing in front of him, hands clasped innocently behind his back.
"I think Sho-chan would be a great model," Ohno explained slowly, as if he was afraid Sho wouldn't quite understand the second time either, "We've all had lots of experience and you're pretty calm, so you could keep still for awhile."
"I'm more concerned about the bit where you said nudity," Sho said wearily, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes.
"Well, you do have great muscle definition," Ohno chirped innocently.
*
It all felt rather surreal, Sho thought, and he still couldn't really believe that he had agreed to do it (conditional that no, Aiba-chan could not watch and Nino was never, ever, ever to know about this). He paced around his living room restlessly in a fluffy, oversized bathrobe while Ohno sat cross-legged on his sofa, calmly setting up his supplies on Sho's table.
"Just relax," Ohno interrupted after a few minutes, "I want you to look comfortable."
"I am not comfortable," Sho glared, "I am about to strip naked so you can stare at me for an hour and then imprint the fact that I ever did this on paper. What part of that is supposed to relax me?"
"I know you're doing this for me, even though you don't want to," Ohno's eyes were surprisingly warm and sympathetic, "And I'm grateful for that, Sho-chan. You don't have to worry about anything."
Sho's shoulders unhunched a little and he sighed. "Where do you want me?"
*
Twenty minutes later, Sho still felt as tense as a coiled spring, though he was slowly growing used to the whole situation. Ohno had him posing half-lying down, half-sitting on a colorful rug he had brought with him. It was soft and cozy and that helped him relax, a little.
Even so, he couldn't help but be constantly aware of the way Ohno's eyes kept sweeping over his body, half-lidded and swift, sometimes lingering for a moment before concentrating on his sketch pad. It was strangely - well, erotic, the way that Ohno was watching him so carefully, so throughly, examining every inch of his bare skin with reverence and appreciation.
Sho shivered a little, even though he had turned the thermostat up to sauna-like temperatures in anticipation of his Adventure Without Underwear.
"You can move around a bit if you're getting stiff," Ohno said helpfully.
It was getting dark outside by the time Ohno was looking about finished, eyes flicking up from the sketchbook with increased frequency and intensity, shading roughly and adding detail with quick pencil-strokes. Sho's one arm was aching where he was propping up most of his weight on it and he was a bit hungry and Ohno's rug was actually a bit scratchy after sitting on it bare-skinned for about two hours.
"There," Ohno said, mostly to himself and Sho let out a sigh of relief, untwisting his legs from their cramped sideways position and stretching a little as he stood up.
"I didn't think it would take so long," Sho stretched his arms above his head, reveling in his regained freedom of movement. "Ah, that feels good."
"Sho is very interesting to watch," Ohno shrugged, still staring down at his sketch, forehead furrowed, "There's a lot to think about."
"Uh." Sho has never been the artistic type, but he's pretty sure that everyone's about the same under their clothes, anatomically-speaking. "That's...good to hear. Can I see it?"
"Yeah, absolutely," Ohno patted the space on the couch next to him and Sho grabbed his bathrobe from where he had slung it over a chair, draping it over his shoulders and hugging it around himself as he perched tentatively next to Ohno, peering at the sketchbook.
Ohno's sketch was simple and powerfully rendered, all lines and shadows sketched with a quick furiousity. Sho felt himself blushing as he stared at the drawing - himself, staring out of the window with a serious, thoughtful expression, his body lounging sideways and half-upright, each detail recorded with an almost life-giving accuracy, from the fullness of his lips to the dark shadows of his groin and the long, powerfully-muscled curves of his legs.
It was undeniably him and there was something very intimate about the sketch. The perspective seemed faraway, like a lover gazing back into memory.
"Thanks, Leader," Sho said softly, kissing Ohno on the cheek. Ohno's eyes wrinkled at the corners with delight.
"I've wanted to draw you for awhile." Ohno set the sketchpad onto the table, leaning back and relaxing against Sho's side. "It took me forever to figure out how to convince you. But Sho-chan is better if you approach him directly after all, huh."
"For the most part," Sho admitted. He slung an arm around Ohno, pulling him closer. "Thank you. A lot. I didn't want to do this, but you really put a lot of work into it. I don't know if I deserve it, but it feels...nice to be thought of like that."
Ohno turned sideways in Sho's cuddle, reaching arms around to hold him tightly and slipping one arm beneath Sho's bathrobe, hands cool against Sho's warm skin. He tucked his head under Sho's chin, "You're welcome. It's a good drawing. I was right, you're a perfect model. Everyone will think it's really hot."
"No one is ever going to see it," Sho reminded him sternly, "Ever."
"Except me," Ohno smiled secretively, before stretching up to kiss Sho.
Sho barely had breath to murmur his assent through the kiss. Kissing Ohno was both completely relaxing and comfortable, slow and rich, and at the same time, world-tiltingly erotic, as he teased with tongue and teeth and plundered Sho's mouth with a mind-numbing intensity. It was, Sho decided, a bit like getting a lapdance while sitting in an overstuffed library reading room chair.
Ohno shifted so that he was straddling Sho's legs, not even breaking the kiss as he settled in Sho's lap, rolling his hips against Sho's in a rhythm designed to make Sho's bones melt and left him clutching at Ohno's backside hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises through Ohno's jeans.
"You're unfairly overdressed," Sho gasped, breaking the kiss.
"Keep complaining," Ohno shrugged, eyes half-slit with pleasure as he nimbly shoved Sho's bathrobe off his shoulders and grasped Sho's cock with his hand and gave a long stroke, his palm still cool and fingers rough with pencil calluses.
Sho groaned, grabbing Ohno by the shirt collar and pulling him close for another kiss, shuddering as they moved against each other, Ohno setting the pace and Sho reading his rhythm, like they had so many times on stage.
They cuddled together on the couch long afterwards, Sho sleepily stroking a hand through Ohno's spiky fringe while Ohno napped, shirtless and comfortable, on top of him, until Sho finally managed to rouse him with promises to treat him to ramen.
"You're thanking me a lot for someone who didn't like the idea in the first place," Ohno yawned as they slid on their shoes, getting ready to go out, "It wasn't such a big deal. You didn't even squirm as much as MatsuJun."
*
When all of Arashi were told the news of Ohno's public art exhibit, Sho instantly turned pale.