[FIC] Arashi - Ohmiya Drabbles (Set Three)
Title: teeny tidbits of whimsy and schmoop (set three)
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: I am totally not using these as an excuse to procrastinate homework. Why would you even suggest that??? New header image and tweaks to the layout, since the old one was about 5 years old. Also the Master List has been updated! Also on AO3 (Link).
you little imp
It’s the giggling that catches Ohno’s attention.
He’s used to tuning things out while he works. The park, despite its reputation for being peaceful, it actually a fairly noisy environment. It’s loud and active and there are always people about. And it’s exactly this energy that attracts Ohno to it; there’s inspiration to be had everywhere.
Usually.
Today has been difficult. It feels like his brush has been fighting every stroke, the paints refusing to mix properly, the canvas bending itself so nothing ever seems quite right. Ohno has been getting steadily frustrated for the last hour and is now considering quitting for the day.
This is when he hears it.
The gigging.
Ohno has set himself up underneath a big oak tree in a far corner of the park; the ambient sounds are faint here, muffled as most of the crowds are closer to the playground and entrances. He doesn’t actually see anyone when he glances around, save for people off in the distance.
He shrugs it off and goes back to work. He has only managed a few strokes when it comes again. This time, he’s waiting for it, follows the sound of it up, up, up, and-
“Oh,” Ohno says, surprised. “Hello.”
The boy in the tree is about as small as Ohno and appears utterly fearless where he perches on a thick branch. He’s looking down at Ohno, curious, amused. There is something positively impish about him.
He’s very cute.
“That woman looks like a pig.” He says, mischief in his eyes and a grin on his face.
Ohno’s brown creases. He glances around, looking for this pig woman. It takes him a moment to realize the boy is referring to his painting. Ohno looks at it. He frowns.
“You’re right,” he sighs. “I suppose she does.”
The giggling returns. It’s a fresh sort of sound, a little bit brash and quirky but interesting in all the ways Ohno likes. Ohno considers his work for a few moments, then cleans his brush carefully and sets it aside. He goes and sits beneath the tree instead, finding the shade to be pleasant in the summer heat.
A few moments later, the boy joins him.
They sit side by side for a moment, the quiet stretching out into something comfortable and soothing. Ohno’s fingers itch to pick up his brush again, but he pushes this feeling aside for the moment.
“I’m Ohno,” Ohno says, eventually. The boy’s eyes flicker across him briefly, as if assessing him.
“…Ohno,” the boy repeats, and Ohno nods. A moment passes, and then Ohno is rewarded with another grin. This one is softer, kinder, a touch shy. “I’m Nino.”
Ohno smiles and bumps their shoulders together. “Nice to meet you, Nino.”
***
sneaky thief
Nino steals it because it’s soft and warm and smells like Ohno. It’s too big for either of them and Nino practically swims in it, but he loves the way he can tug the sleeves over his hands and curl his legs under its bulky fabric.
Ohno only notices a few weeks later, when he’s over for dinner and the two are cuddling on the couch.
“This is mine, isn’t it?” He comments, amused, plucking at one overly-large shoulder.
“No,” Nino assures him as he jabs at his controller with force.
“No?”
“No.” Nino repeats. “It’s mine now. I stole it.”
Ohno goes, “Ahh,” like this explains it, and then presses his grin into Nino’s shoulder.
***
it’s all fun and games until someone gets cuddled
“Off with his head!” Nino cackles, and Sho turns away from where he has been whispering quietly with Aiba to stare at the screen in horror.
“Nino, no!” He cries, desperate, but it’s too late. His little pixel character has already lost his head - quite literally - to Nino’s rogue. Never one to pass up the chance to add insult to injury, Nino executes a perfect taunt right after.
“Nino is evil,” Ohno notes, a little awed, as he watches. His own character had been dispatched around 20 minutes ago and he hasn’t bothered to try to respawn.
“So mean…” Sho whimpers. Aiba pats him on the head comfortingly, then goes back to his own screen, where his avatar is happily feeding the dozen-odd pets he’s collected in the game.
“Leader,” Jun says. He’s clutching his controller so tight that his knuckles are white and there is a look of grim determination on his face that suggests he’s about to do something drastic. “Do something about your boyfriend before I kill him.”
Ohno hums thoughtfully. “…okay.” He agrees. Then he reaches out, wraps his arms around Nino’s middle, and hauls. Nino lets out an undignified yelp that is promptly muffled by the way that Ohno rolls on top of him and proceeds to forcibly cuddle him into not-quite-submission.
“GET OFF ME, YOU LUG!” Nino shrieks. “I WAS WINNING!”
“Mm,” Ohno says, pressing his nose into Nino’s collarbone. “Nino smells nice.”
“JUN I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS!”
“Uh-huh,” Jun says, uninterested, as his mage proceeds to mercilessly destroy Nino’s motionless avatar.
***
all those soft moments in between
“Ow,” says Ohno belatedly. He lifts his head to peer at Nino, who is straddling his hips and showing no sign of moving any time soon. “You’re heavy.” Ohno comments, and slides his hands up Nino’s knees to rest on his thighs.
Nino snorts, “I am not,” and leans down over Ohno until they’re so close their noses touch.
“So heavy,” Ohno insists. “I’m being crushed.”
As if to emphasize, he fakes an attempt at lifting Nino off of him, grunts as if this requires an excessive amount of force that he is simply incapable of giving. Nino laughs, maybe at his joke, maybe at his expression. He’s pretty like this. Ohno watches him, fascinated and fond and very much in love.
Then he reaches up and jams his fingers into Nino’s ribs, wiggling them cruelly. Nino squeals and rolls off, and Ohno takes shameless advantage, reversing their positions so he’s on top.
Nino makes a noise of protest. Ohno just grins down at him.
“Caught you,” he says. He’s very pleased with himself about it.
Nino glares for a moment, ever defiant. But only a moment; that’s as long as it takes a smile to overtake him, and there’s that cute little shy look that he only gets when Ohno’s made him genuinely happy. Ohno adores this look. It makes him do silly things like lean down to nuzzle at Nino’s cheek affectionately.
Nino chuckles and doesn’t push him away. “Yeah,” he murmurs, laying his hands on Ohno’s hips and stroking the tiny patch of skin where Ohno’s shirt has ridden up. “I guess you did.”
***
domestic bliss
Nino wakes up one night, Ohno wrapped around him like an octopus, and sighs with realization. He pokes at Ohno until the other man stirs and says, "Satoshi. Satoshi, we need a new place to live."
Ohno yawns and rubs at his face, more asleep than not. "Why?"
Nino looks at him with a frown. "Because," he grumbles, "neither of our places is big enough for all of our stuff."
"'s why we have different apartments." Ohno points out. He squirms when Nino pinches him.
"We're married now," Nino says. "We're not supposed to have different apartments."
Ohno goes quiet for a moment, stares at him intently, and Nino realizes he may be revealed more with that comment than he really wanted to. He tries to roll away to hide his blush, but Ohno clings to him tightly and won't let him move.
"You wanna live together?" Ohno says. "Like-- husband and wife?"
"Husband and husband." Nino snaps.
Ohno grins and croons, "You wanna live together."
Nino scowls at him and starts to wriggle, fulling intent on getting out of Ohno’s grip so he can storm off and maybe give the bedroom door a satisfying slam. Ohno's response is just to roll on top of him and press his cheek against Nino's.
"Okay," he says happily. "We can start looking tomorrow."
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: I am totally not using these as an excuse to procrastinate homework. Why would you even suggest that??? New header image and tweaks to the layout, since the old one was about 5 years old. Also the Master List has been updated! Also on AO3 (Link).
you little imp
It’s the giggling that catches Ohno’s attention.
He’s used to tuning things out while he works. The park, despite its reputation for being peaceful, it actually a fairly noisy environment. It’s loud and active and there are always people about. And it’s exactly this energy that attracts Ohno to it; there’s inspiration to be had everywhere.
Usually.
Today has been difficult. It feels like his brush has been fighting every stroke, the paints refusing to mix properly, the canvas bending itself so nothing ever seems quite right. Ohno has been getting steadily frustrated for the last hour and is now considering quitting for the day.
This is when he hears it.
The gigging.
Ohno has set himself up underneath a big oak tree in a far corner of the park; the ambient sounds are faint here, muffled as most of the crowds are closer to the playground and entrances. He doesn’t actually see anyone when he glances around, save for people off in the distance.
He shrugs it off and goes back to work. He has only managed a few strokes when it comes again. This time, he’s waiting for it, follows the sound of it up, up, up, and-
“Oh,” Ohno says, surprised. “Hello.”
The boy in the tree is about as small as Ohno and appears utterly fearless where he perches on a thick branch. He’s looking down at Ohno, curious, amused. There is something positively impish about him.
He’s very cute.
“That woman looks like a pig.” He says, mischief in his eyes and a grin on his face.
Ohno’s brown creases. He glances around, looking for this pig woman. It takes him a moment to realize the boy is referring to his painting. Ohno looks at it. He frowns.
“You’re right,” he sighs. “I suppose she does.”
The giggling returns. It’s a fresh sort of sound, a little bit brash and quirky but interesting in all the ways Ohno likes. Ohno considers his work for a few moments, then cleans his brush carefully and sets it aside. He goes and sits beneath the tree instead, finding the shade to be pleasant in the summer heat.
A few moments later, the boy joins him.
They sit side by side for a moment, the quiet stretching out into something comfortable and soothing. Ohno’s fingers itch to pick up his brush again, but he pushes this feeling aside for the moment.
“I’m Ohno,” Ohno says, eventually. The boy’s eyes flicker across him briefly, as if assessing him.
“…Ohno,” the boy repeats, and Ohno nods. A moment passes, and then Ohno is rewarded with another grin. This one is softer, kinder, a touch shy. “I’m Nino.”
Ohno smiles and bumps their shoulders together. “Nice to meet you, Nino.”
***
sneaky thief
Nino steals it because it’s soft and warm and smells like Ohno. It’s too big for either of them and Nino practically swims in it, but he loves the way he can tug the sleeves over his hands and curl his legs under its bulky fabric.
Ohno only notices a few weeks later, when he’s over for dinner and the two are cuddling on the couch.
“This is mine, isn’t it?” He comments, amused, plucking at one overly-large shoulder.
“No,” Nino assures him as he jabs at his controller with force.
“No?”
“No.” Nino repeats. “It’s mine now. I stole it.”
Ohno goes, “Ahh,” like this explains it, and then presses his grin into Nino’s shoulder.
***
it’s all fun and games until someone gets cuddled
“Off with his head!” Nino cackles, and Sho turns away from where he has been whispering quietly with Aiba to stare at the screen in horror.
“Nino, no!” He cries, desperate, but it’s too late. His little pixel character has already lost his head - quite literally - to Nino’s rogue. Never one to pass up the chance to add insult to injury, Nino executes a perfect taunt right after.
“Nino is evil,” Ohno notes, a little awed, as he watches. His own character had been dispatched around 20 minutes ago and he hasn’t bothered to try to respawn.
“So mean…” Sho whimpers. Aiba pats him on the head comfortingly, then goes back to his own screen, where his avatar is happily feeding the dozen-odd pets he’s collected in the game.
“Leader,” Jun says. He’s clutching his controller so tight that his knuckles are white and there is a look of grim determination on his face that suggests he’s about to do something drastic. “Do something about your boyfriend before I kill him.”
Ohno hums thoughtfully. “…okay.” He agrees. Then he reaches out, wraps his arms around Nino’s middle, and hauls. Nino lets out an undignified yelp that is promptly muffled by the way that Ohno rolls on top of him and proceeds to forcibly cuddle him into not-quite-submission.
“GET OFF ME, YOU LUG!” Nino shrieks. “I WAS WINNING!”
“Mm,” Ohno says, pressing his nose into Nino’s collarbone. “Nino smells nice.”
“JUN I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS!”
“Uh-huh,” Jun says, uninterested, as his mage proceeds to mercilessly destroy Nino’s motionless avatar.
***
all those soft moments in between
“Ow,” says Ohno belatedly. He lifts his head to peer at Nino, who is straddling his hips and showing no sign of moving any time soon. “You’re heavy.” Ohno comments, and slides his hands up Nino’s knees to rest on his thighs.
Nino snorts, “I am not,” and leans down over Ohno until they’re so close their noses touch.
“So heavy,” Ohno insists. “I’m being crushed.”
As if to emphasize, he fakes an attempt at lifting Nino off of him, grunts as if this requires an excessive amount of force that he is simply incapable of giving. Nino laughs, maybe at his joke, maybe at his expression. He’s pretty like this. Ohno watches him, fascinated and fond and very much in love.
Then he reaches up and jams his fingers into Nino’s ribs, wiggling them cruelly. Nino squeals and rolls off, and Ohno takes shameless advantage, reversing their positions so he’s on top.
Nino makes a noise of protest. Ohno just grins down at him.
“Caught you,” he says. He’s very pleased with himself about it.
Nino glares for a moment, ever defiant. But only a moment; that’s as long as it takes a smile to overtake him, and there’s that cute little shy look that he only gets when Ohno’s made him genuinely happy. Ohno adores this look. It makes him do silly things like lean down to nuzzle at Nino’s cheek affectionately.
Nino chuckles and doesn’t push him away. “Yeah,” he murmurs, laying his hands on Ohno’s hips and stroking the tiny patch of skin where Ohno’s shirt has ridden up. “I guess you did.”
***
domestic bliss
Nino wakes up one night, Ohno wrapped around him like an octopus, and sighs with realization. He pokes at Ohno until the other man stirs and says, "Satoshi. Satoshi, we need a new place to live."
Ohno yawns and rubs at his face, more asleep than not. "Why?"
Nino looks at him with a frown. "Because," he grumbles, "neither of our places is big enough for all of our stuff."
"'s why we have different apartments." Ohno points out. He squirms when Nino pinches him.
"We're married now," Nino says. "We're not supposed to have different apartments."
Ohno goes quiet for a moment, stares at him intently, and Nino realizes he may be revealed more with that comment than he really wanted to. He tries to roll away to hide his blush, but Ohno clings to him tightly and won't let him move.
"You wanna live together?" Ohno says. "Like-- husband and wife?"
"Husband and husband." Nino snaps.
Ohno grins and croons, "You wanna live together."
Nino scowls at him and starts to wriggle, fulling intent on getting out of Ohno’s grip so he can storm off and maybe give the bedroom door a satisfying slam. Ohno's response is just to roll on top of him and press his cheek against Nino's.
"Okay," he says happily. "We can start looking tomorrow."