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Silver lining makes clouds heavy
None (Aiba-centric)
PG-13
otherwise alternately titled 'the grass is always greener until your dick is gone and you're bleeding for a week long every thirty days for your entire fucking life'. cherish your goods, boys. cherish them. :(
When Aiba walks in that morning and casually says, in a voice far too feminine and high-pitched to be his own, "I have a vagina" and not even the staff seem surprised Jun takes it as a sign that they have been together for far too fucking long.
After Sho finds out and doesn't proceed to shriek and flail and panic about it, not only does Nino quietly agree with him, but he doesn't even wait for Jun to pester him about the bet money that he now owes him--he just hands Jun the bills and laments at the lack of Sho's trauma-face.
Ohno ends up passing the time between takes by getting Aiba to model nude for him.
All-in-all, things seem pretty okay.
--
"This is the most painful thing ever." Aiba wails, sprawled flat on the rehearsal room floor, one hand clawing at the ground. "Like, right up there with being kicked in the nuts with MatsuJun's combat boots on."
"Will you please get over that already? I told you that was an accident."
"It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurtssssss," Aiba worms his way around the room, complaining constantly about the pain. Sho offers to get some pills from the staff, Jun offers him Chinese medicine, Nino offers to punch him in the face to get his mind away from menstrual pain, and Ohno watches quietly from the corner of the room.
Naturally, Aiba ends up with his head on Ohno's thighs. "Leader," he whimpers, pushing his head into the soothing petting. "Captain, make it go away."
Ohno rests his fingers at the bottom of Aiba's abdomen, right where his shirt has started riding up. "Poof," he says, and dusts his fingers over the bit of skin that's showing.
Things feel better.
Then another wave hits him and he groans in pain, doing a complete 360-degree roll, in place.
"It didn't work." Ohno says softly, resuming the gentle threading of his fingers in Aiba's hair. "Sorry."
"Just think," Sho starts from across the room, sounding inspired. "Women go through this process every thirty days. It hurts for you this once, but they have to deal with this every month for their entire lives."
Nino turns to Jun with a look of pity. "I'm sorry for making fun of your PMS. I had no idea."
"Burn and die," Jun replies eloquently.
Aiba whines and curls in tighter on himself.
-
"This thing is really itchy and uncomfortable." Aiba announces once he's figured out what goes where and finished doing battle with the hooks--on a related note, it's not his fault he can't put on bras right; he's just more experienced with taking them off (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). The others don't seem to care, so he repeats himself. "Itchy. Uncomfortable. And it's digging into my skin."
"Did you get too small a size?" Sho asks, checking the receipt for a label.
"He's just being picky." He waves the question away, but Nino still eyes Aiba's chest. "The one I bought is a D-cup. There's no way Aiba's bigger than that."
Offended, Aiba chucks the nearest object--his shirt, as it happens--at Nino's face. "Don't doubt my rack! I'm at least a Double-D!"
Nino watches the shirt sail past, unimpressed. "Plus, that one was on sale."
"No wonder it's itchy."
"Please tell me you didn't buy him a thrift-store bra," Jun says. He sounds horrified at the thought, which reflects on his face, which makes Nino's scowl lighten slightly. "Nino, tell me you at least spent a little more money than it takes to buy a piece of gum from a candy machine."
"Do you have any idea how expensive bras are? Like hell am I gonna pay half my savings just to get him something he'll wear all of one time."
"Holy shit, Aiba, take it off."
"But I just got it on--"
"OFF. NOW."
The bra quickly sails across the room.
Sho splutters and quickly hides his tomato-esque face, saying something about decency and layers of clothing and why the hell is it me, what did I do to deserve this, I went to Keio and did all my work, didn't I?
"We'll be back," is the only goodbye offered before Jun drags a hastily dressed (and still protesting) Aiba out the door by the wrist.
Once Sho is finished crying in the corner and moves back to the couch he takes a look at the other two and pauses.
"I don't fill it out very well." Ohno says with a frown as Nino adjusts the straps of the bra. Nino slips a hand past the fabric and gives Ohno's nipple a little pinch.
"We'll get some tissues," he promises.
Sho goes back to the corner.
-
"STOP IGNORING ME! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!" Ohno looks up from his sketchbook glances around. "YOU SEE? YOU'RE DOING IT NOW! WHY WON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME?"
"Aiba-chan?"
He's rewarded with a sob in answer.
"Aiba-chan, where are you?"
"WHAT DO YOU CARE?"
The yelling is definitely coming from somewhere close, and it's when he hears an anguished sob that he actually gets up and starts wandering the room. There's a small giggle and then another sob. "Aiba-chan?"
"STAY AWAY," Aiba shrieks when Ohno finally finds him curled up behind the sofa. "DON'T LOOK AT ME, I'M UGLY."
Ohno has no idea what the hell Aiba is talking about, but when he squats down in front of him Aiba practically bowls him over, clinging to him and crying into his shirt. Completely and utterly baffled doesn't even come close to describing how Ohno feels at this point, as Aiba switches from crying into his shirt ("NINO SAID I WAS STUPID, I'M NOT STUPID!") to beating at his chest with his fists ("ARE YOU SAYING I'M FAT?! IS THAT IT, SATOSHI?") to sleeping peacefully on his chest, their fingers loosely intertwined.
When Sho comes in, he takes one look at the two of them (Aiba: tear-stained face, content smile, his free hand worked into a clenched fist; Ohno: extremely lost, in an uncomfortable position, fingers gently gliding down Aiba's back) and then quickly walks back out.
Jun can deal with this.
-
pingpingping weeeeeoooo pingping DANGER pingpingping--
"Nino?"
shhhhhhh pingping zftttt DANGER DANGER--
"Nino-chan?"
zpftsuuuu DANGERDANGER pingpingpingpingping--
"NINO-CHAN!"
BOOOOOOOOM!
"WHAT?" Nino snaps, his game playing the gloating haha-you-died music as fireworks flash on his DS screen. He was so close to getting the new sword release and now he had to do it all the fuck over again. He gives Aiba his best glare. "I just died, asshole."
"Good."
"...'Good'."
"It's time for dinner. All you've done is play your game all day long and filming is going to run really late tonight. You're going to die of starvation and your eyes will fall out from staring at that screen and everyone is going to think you're a social outcast because you're ignoring all your friends and they'll all think 'what are we going to do with you? Didn't your mother raise you well?' and I won't allow that because your mother is nice and funny and made me soup."
Nino spends a short time staring at Aiba with his mouth hanging open before he shifts the look to Sho. "Jesus christ," he breaths in awe, "He's even worse than you."
-
There's no magic or anything when Aiba changes back into a man. Just a surprised "Oh", and then suddenly there's Aiba as they've always known him--tall, gangly, angular, and standing around in a mini-skirt.
"I've missed you," Aiba sighs and pats gently at the front of his skirt.
"Me too," Nino confesses, latching himself onto Aiba's (thankfully) bony hip in an awkward one-armed hug. "I can have my DS back now, right?"
Sho shakes his head and just. Gives him the DS. It's not even worth a comment or anything when Nino whoops in joy, levels his face with Aiba's crotch, and seriously says "Once I own this boss I will show you just how much I missed you."
"Experiment results?" Ohno asks. Jun looks up from his nails expectantly.
Aiba wonders what to comment on. How he never wants to do that again (unless he can just have the body and none of the problems that come with it), how he learned a lot from this experience, how he wishes he could have had sex to see what it felt like.
"Experiment results," he says instead, "Lacy panties feel strange when you have things down there."
The stylist in the room takes a memo on her notepad.
None (Aiba-centric)
PG-13
otherwise alternately titled 'the grass is always greener until your dick is gone and you're bleeding for a week long every thirty days for your entire fucking life'. cherish your goods, boys. cherish them. :(
When Aiba walks in that morning and casually says, in a voice far too feminine and high-pitched to be his own, "I have a vagina" and not even the staff seem surprised Jun takes it as a sign that they have been together for far too fucking long.
After Sho finds out and doesn't proceed to shriek and flail and panic about it, not only does Nino quietly agree with him, but he doesn't even wait for Jun to pester him about the bet money that he now owes him--he just hands Jun the bills and laments at the lack of Sho's trauma-face.
Ohno ends up passing the time between takes by getting Aiba to model nude for him.
All-in-all, things seem pretty okay.
--
"This is the most painful thing ever." Aiba wails, sprawled flat on the rehearsal room floor, one hand clawing at the ground. "Like, right up there with being kicked in the nuts with MatsuJun's combat boots on."
"Will you please get over that already? I told you that was an accident."
"It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurtssssss," Aiba worms his way around the room, complaining constantly about the pain. Sho offers to get some pills from the staff, Jun offers him Chinese medicine, Nino offers to punch him in the face to get his mind away from menstrual pain, and Ohno watches quietly from the corner of the room.
Naturally, Aiba ends up with his head on Ohno's thighs. "Leader," he whimpers, pushing his head into the soothing petting. "Captain, make it go away."
Ohno rests his fingers at the bottom of Aiba's abdomen, right where his shirt has started riding up. "Poof," he says, and dusts his fingers over the bit of skin that's showing.
Things feel better.
Then another wave hits him and he groans in pain, doing a complete 360-degree roll, in place.
"It didn't work." Ohno says softly, resuming the gentle threading of his fingers in Aiba's hair. "Sorry."
"Just think," Sho starts from across the room, sounding inspired. "Women go through this process every thirty days. It hurts for you this once, but they have to deal with this every month for their entire lives."
Nino turns to Jun with a look of pity. "I'm sorry for making fun of your PMS. I had no idea."
"Burn and die," Jun replies eloquently.
Aiba whines and curls in tighter on himself.
-
"This thing is really itchy and uncomfortable." Aiba announces once he's figured out what goes where and finished doing battle with the hooks--on a related note, it's not his fault he can't put on bras right; he's just more experienced with taking them off (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). The others don't seem to care, so he repeats himself. "Itchy. Uncomfortable. And it's digging into my skin."
"Did you get too small a size?" Sho asks, checking the receipt for a label.
"He's just being picky." He waves the question away, but Nino still eyes Aiba's chest. "The one I bought is a D-cup. There's no way Aiba's bigger than that."
Offended, Aiba chucks the nearest object--his shirt, as it happens--at Nino's face. "Don't doubt my rack! I'm at least a Double-D!"
Nino watches the shirt sail past, unimpressed. "Plus, that one was on sale."
"No wonder it's itchy."
"Please tell me you didn't buy him a thrift-store bra," Jun says. He sounds horrified at the thought, which reflects on his face, which makes Nino's scowl lighten slightly. "Nino, tell me you at least spent a little more money than it takes to buy a piece of gum from a candy machine."
"Do you have any idea how expensive bras are? Like hell am I gonna pay half my savings just to get him something he'll wear all of one time."
"Holy shit, Aiba, take it off."
"But I just got it on--"
"OFF. NOW."
The bra quickly sails across the room.
Sho splutters and quickly hides his tomato-esque face, saying something about decency and layers of clothing and why the hell is it me, what did I do to deserve this, I went to Keio and did all my work, didn't I?
"We'll be back," is the only goodbye offered before Jun drags a hastily dressed (and still protesting) Aiba out the door by the wrist.
Once Sho is finished crying in the corner and moves back to the couch he takes a look at the other two and pauses.
"I don't fill it out very well." Ohno says with a frown as Nino adjusts the straps of the bra. Nino slips a hand past the fabric and gives Ohno's nipple a little pinch.
"We'll get some tissues," he promises.
Sho goes back to the corner.
-
"STOP IGNORING ME! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!" Ohno looks up from his sketchbook glances around. "YOU SEE? YOU'RE DOING IT NOW! WHY WON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME?"
"Aiba-chan?"
He's rewarded with a sob in answer.
"Aiba-chan, where are you?"
"WHAT DO YOU CARE?"
The yelling is definitely coming from somewhere close, and it's when he hears an anguished sob that he actually gets up and starts wandering the room. There's a small giggle and then another sob. "Aiba-chan?"
"STAY AWAY," Aiba shrieks when Ohno finally finds him curled up behind the sofa. "DON'T LOOK AT ME, I'M UGLY."
Ohno has no idea what the hell Aiba is talking about, but when he squats down in front of him Aiba practically bowls him over, clinging to him and crying into his shirt. Completely and utterly baffled doesn't even come close to describing how Ohno feels at this point, as Aiba switches from crying into his shirt ("NINO SAID I WAS STUPID, I'M NOT STUPID!") to beating at his chest with his fists ("ARE YOU SAYING I'M FAT?! IS THAT IT, SATOSHI?") to sleeping peacefully on his chest, their fingers loosely intertwined.
When Sho comes in, he takes one look at the two of them (Aiba: tear-stained face, content smile, his free hand worked into a clenched fist; Ohno: extremely lost, in an uncomfortable position, fingers gently gliding down Aiba's back) and then quickly walks back out.
Jun can deal with this.
-
pingpingping weeeeeoooo pingping DANGER pingpingping--
"Nino?"
shhhhhhh pingping zftttt DANGER DANGER--
"Nino-chan?"
zpftsuuuu DANGERDANGER pingpingpingpingping--
"NINO-CHAN!"
BOOOOOOOOM!
"WHAT?" Nino snaps, his game playing the gloating haha-you-died music as fireworks flash on his DS screen. He was so close to getting the new sword release and now he had to do it all the fuck over again. He gives Aiba his best glare. "I just died, asshole."
"Good."
"...'Good'."
"It's time for dinner. All you've done is play your game all day long and filming is going to run really late tonight. You're going to die of starvation and your eyes will fall out from staring at that screen and everyone is going to think you're a social outcast because you're ignoring all your friends and they'll all think 'what are we going to do with you? Didn't your mother raise you well?' and I won't allow that because your mother is nice and funny and made me soup."
Nino spends a short time staring at Aiba with his mouth hanging open before he shifts the look to Sho. "Jesus christ," he breaths in awe, "He's even worse than you."
-
There's no magic or anything when Aiba changes back into a man. Just a surprised "Oh", and then suddenly there's Aiba as they've always known him--tall, gangly, angular, and standing around in a mini-skirt.
"I've missed you," Aiba sighs and pats gently at the front of his skirt.
"Me too," Nino confesses, latching himself onto Aiba's (thankfully) bony hip in an awkward one-armed hug. "I can have my DS back now, right?"
Sho shakes his head and just. Gives him the DS. It's not even worth a comment or anything when Nino whoops in joy, levels his face with Aiba's crotch, and seriously says "Once I own this boss I will show you just how much I missed you."
"Experiment results?" Ohno asks. Jun looks up from his nails expectantly.
Aiba wonders what to comment on. How he never wants to do that again (unless he can just have the body and none of the problems that come with it), how he learned a lot from this experience, how he wishes he could have had sex to see what it felt like.
"Experiment results," he says instead, "Lacy panties feel strange when you have things down there."
The stylist in the room takes a memo on her notepad.