The Joy of Xerox
Title: The Joy of Xerox
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: Leave it to Nino to find the most unflattering picture of all time.
Notes/Warnings: A 2010 Sho Birthday Request from narusaku4vr who wanted "Nino surprises Sho for his birthday. Lots of sweetness and fluffiness or whatever." My definition of sweet may vary from yours ;)
He was still trying to reply to all the mails and messages that had come in on his phone that day, and it was already after midnight. Sho’s birthday may have been over, but these people had been nice enough to remember him, so saying thank you was a must. Drama filming had taken up most of his time, so there hadn’t exactly been a lot of time to celebrate. Or respond to the mails.
A lazier man would have had his manager or a friend help out and send out a few dozen messages, but Sho wasn’t lazy. What he was, however, was exhausted. He’d probably be up until 4 AM once he went through the rest of the messages and any cards that might have been dropped in his mailbox.
He unlocked the apartment door, reaching for the light switch only to realize that it was already on. Great. Wasting electricity. He shuffled out of his shoes and left his bag and coat in the hall.
“Caffeine,” he grumbled to himself as he went into the kitchen, searching in vain for something in his refrigerator that might give him the energy needed to be individually gracious to his many well-wishers. But when he closed the door, he found himself staring at…himself.
He blinked a few times, making sure he wasn’t dreaming. It was a blown-up photograph of himself from maybe six or seven years ago, and his mouth was open to show off its contents (shrimp if he had to venture a guess). “What the hell?”
Padding into the living room brought even more surprises. The same ugly picture of himself was nearly wallpapering the room. There were even copies suspended from the blades of the ceiling fan, circulating around. Shrimp mouth, shrimp mouth, shrimp mouth. Finally, Nino poked his head out from the hallway.
“Welcome back, happy birthday.”
Sho frowned. Leave it to Nino to find the most unflattering picture of all time. “My birthday’s over,” he reminded him. It wasn’t really worth asking how Nino had managed to break in. For all that Sho probably thought his spare key was difficult to obtain, Nino’s brain was wired far differently.
Nino shrugged, walking over to wrap a possessive arm around Sho’s waist. “For the record, it was still your birthday when I got here.”
So he hadn’t left his lights on, had he? It was all his bandmate’s meddling and fondness for breaking and entering. Yet Nino was nice and warm after having been outside, and Sho leaned closer.
“Don’t break into my apartment.” He frowned at his walls. “And especially don’t break into my apartment to put pictures of me everywhere. Did you use tape? I swear, if you used tape on my walls…”
Nino rested his head against his shoulder. “I used poster putty. This took me a long time.”
“Do I want to know why I’m looking at myself?”
“Well, with your recent scandalous magazine shoot, I didn’t want you getting a big head. Everyone’s talking about your body and your sex appeal, so I just wanted to remind you that you’re often very ugly.”
He rolled his eyes. “Thanks.”
Nino found the place under his ribs that was especially ticklish and wiggled his fingers back and forth. “That’s why I’m here.”
He pried Nino’s fingers from his skin. “Is this all you got me?”
“Photocopies cost money, Sho-kun.”
Sho held up his cell phone. “I’m busy, so while you take these down…”
“I will not…”
“…I’ll be returning some messages.”
“Sho-chan!”
While Nino’s gesture was kind of cute in that obnoxious way he outwardly protested and inwardly adored, he was tired. “What?”
Nino said nothing, just grabbing hold of his hand and dragging him off to the bedroom. It was difficult to not let Nino’s insistent behavior excite him. The light flicked on, and Sho was greeted with another several dozen pictures - this time, Nino was sitting right next to Sho in each, and they were making equally stupid faces at the camera.
“I can be ugly, too. It’s rare,” Nino said, tugging one of the pictures off the wall and holding it up. “But it does happen. And as lame as it sounds, there’s nobody I want to be ugly with more than you.”
Sho was still tired. “That really is lame.”
“Yeah,” Nino admitted.
“I like it.” He tossed his phone on the dresser, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Nino’s head before unbuttoning his shirt. He could return messages in the morning, couldn’t he? “But there’s no way I’m sleeping with you if I have to see myself on every available surface.”
Nino started taking down pictures with surprising swiftness. “That can be arranged.”
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: Leave it to Nino to find the most unflattering picture of all time.
Notes/Warnings: A 2010 Sho Birthday Request from narusaku4vr who wanted "Nino surprises Sho for his birthday. Lots of sweetness and fluffiness or whatever." My definition of sweet may vary from yours ;)
He was still trying to reply to all the mails and messages that had come in on his phone that day, and it was already after midnight. Sho’s birthday may have been over, but these people had been nice enough to remember him, so saying thank you was a must. Drama filming had taken up most of his time, so there hadn’t exactly been a lot of time to celebrate. Or respond to the mails.
A lazier man would have had his manager or a friend help out and send out a few dozen messages, but Sho wasn’t lazy. What he was, however, was exhausted. He’d probably be up until 4 AM once he went through the rest of the messages and any cards that might have been dropped in his mailbox.
He unlocked the apartment door, reaching for the light switch only to realize that it was already on. Great. Wasting electricity. He shuffled out of his shoes and left his bag and coat in the hall.
“Caffeine,” he grumbled to himself as he went into the kitchen, searching in vain for something in his refrigerator that might give him the energy needed to be individually gracious to his many well-wishers. But when he closed the door, he found himself staring at…himself.
He blinked a few times, making sure he wasn’t dreaming. It was a blown-up photograph of himself from maybe six or seven years ago, and his mouth was open to show off its contents (shrimp if he had to venture a guess). “What the hell?”
Padding into the living room brought even more surprises. The same ugly picture of himself was nearly wallpapering the room. There were even copies suspended from the blades of the ceiling fan, circulating around. Shrimp mouth, shrimp mouth, shrimp mouth. Finally, Nino poked his head out from the hallway.
“Welcome back, happy birthday.”
Sho frowned. Leave it to Nino to find the most unflattering picture of all time. “My birthday’s over,” he reminded him. It wasn’t really worth asking how Nino had managed to break in. For all that Sho probably thought his spare key was difficult to obtain, Nino’s brain was wired far differently.
Nino shrugged, walking over to wrap a possessive arm around Sho’s waist. “For the record, it was still your birthday when I got here.”
So he hadn’t left his lights on, had he? It was all his bandmate’s meddling and fondness for breaking and entering. Yet Nino was nice and warm after having been outside, and Sho leaned closer.
“Don’t break into my apartment.” He frowned at his walls. “And especially don’t break into my apartment to put pictures of me everywhere. Did you use tape? I swear, if you used tape on my walls…”
Nino rested his head against his shoulder. “I used poster putty. This took me a long time.”
“Do I want to know why I’m looking at myself?”
“Well, with your recent scandalous magazine shoot, I didn’t want you getting a big head. Everyone’s talking about your body and your sex appeal, so I just wanted to remind you that you’re often very ugly.”
He rolled his eyes. “Thanks.”
Nino found the place under his ribs that was especially ticklish and wiggled his fingers back and forth. “That’s why I’m here.”
He pried Nino’s fingers from his skin. “Is this all you got me?”
“Photocopies cost money, Sho-kun.”
Sho held up his cell phone. “I’m busy, so while you take these down…”
“I will not…”
“…I’ll be returning some messages.”
“Sho-chan!”
While Nino’s gesture was kind of cute in that obnoxious way he outwardly protested and inwardly adored, he was tired. “What?”
Nino said nothing, just grabbing hold of his hand and dragging him off to the bedroom. It was difficult to not let Nino’s insistent behavior excite him. The light flicked on, and Sho was greeted with another several dozen pictures - this time, Nino was sitting right next to Sho in each, and they were making equally stupid faces at the camera.
“I can be ugly, too. It’s rare,” Nino said, tugging one of the pictures off the wall and holding it up. “But it does happen. And as lame as it sounds, there’s nobody I want to be ugly with more than you.”
Sho was still tired. “That really is lame.”
“Yeah,” Nino admitted.
“I like it.” He tossed his phone on the dresser, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Nino’s head before unbuttoning his shirt. He could return messages in the morning, couldn’t he? “But there’s no way I’m sleeping with you if I have to see myself on every available surface.”
Nino started taking down pictures with surprising swiftness. “That can be arranged.”