[chaptered] Angel Devil (2/?)
Title: Angel Devil [2/?]
Author: Ambrosse
Pairing: Sakumiya, Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Length: chaptered
Genre: Angst (a lot), drama, AU, romance
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone but me :D
Summary: Nino struggles to keep himself alive and sort through his emotions regarding infidelity.
a/n: Yup, I know, I know. The first installment of this chaptered fic was written and posted over a year ago. Now that I’m done with college, I have a bit more time to write :) Thanks to the lovely gambitsfox for showing concern for whether or not this project got shelved. It most definitely did not! :3
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Chapter 1[NC-17]
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After her arrives home from his part-time job at a local convenience store, Nino sits on the couch in his uniform, sipping a beer that has slowly become warm and flat. He half-heartedly wonders whether Sho will be home for dinner as he abandons the warm beer for a new, cooler one from the refrigerator. Suddenly he receives a text message.
[Sho <3]: Hey babe, I won’t be home tonight again -_- Work is having me write a report for tomorrow’s news.
Nino stares at the text and sighs, he looks hurt and shuts down almost completely. He replies simply, with an edge.
[Kazu]: k
He gets an immediate response back.
[Sho <3]: Don’t be that way, Kazu. You know my job is important :(
Nino takes in a sharp breath and wants to just throw the phone into the floor, but he recovers and replies one last time.
[Kazu]: I’m sorry
His response is empty, but out of the many things he could say, it is the best option in order not to hurt Sho. Sho replies.
[Sho <3]: You don’t have to apologize, baby. Just understand that I need to work to keep us living well and keep the nice apartment. Have a good night, okay? :)
Seeing the message, Nino refuses to reply, hoping that Sho would change his mind; it will never happen.
He finishes his beer and instead of dressing for bed, he dresses for going out. Figuring he doesn’t want to hang around trashy bars with scary people, he dresses nicely and heads to a classy bar, tucked in between two large buildings, down a set of stairs.
It’s dimly lit with young couples and small groups sitting along the outside walls. Only a few men are resting alone at the bar with a drink in hand. After getting his ID checked, Nino enters and seats himself at the back corner of the bar. He feels strange going to such a place without Sho, but it is refreshing nonetheless. Nino enjoys the sense of danger of being alone and buzzed, and he revels in it.
By a suggestion from the bartender, he orders some beer from a local brewery and waits patiently, taking in his surroundings. After getting a few strangers to leave him alone, most of the night, he was unbothered in his corner having drunk more than he should have including a few shots. He is out of money so he opts to leave. Sliding off his barstool, he feels dizzy and giggles a bit from how fuzzy his head is. A thought glides through his head. What if he was murdered or hit by a car because he was so intoxicated? How would Sho feel? The thought almost makes him smirk when he has trouble opening the doors. He pulls on the door from the inside, but the button clearly states “push.” Rattling the door, someone helps him out and lets him out onto the sidewalk.
“I’ll just go home…” he says to himself rather loud. Only a few feet from the door he feels a wave of nausea rush in. He is no good with holding alcohol, gets drunk easily, and usually vomits at home regardless.
He giggles and stumbles onto the sidewalk and scrapes up the palms of his hands. There is barely a person in sight as most people have settled in the surrounding bars and restaurants. The thought of running into the street flies through his brain once again, but instead of getting up to run, he vomits all over the sidewalk rather dramatically. Coughing and heaving, he begins to cry because his abdominal muscles burn. Any person near him watches instead of helps. Feeling dizzy again, he wavers and then falls onto his side on the sidewalk. He rolls himself onto his back and groans, getting tunnel vision. He’s about to black out.
…
You should have run in front of that shiny white sports car. Then everyone would see how bloody you are on the inside.
...
Nino’s body heaves once more, causing him to vomit, but in his position, he chokes on it. He takes no notice since he’s already on the verge of blacking out.
A man with short perfectly-molded dark brown hair and heavily tanned skin sees that Nino is choking and rolls him onto his side so Nino can cough out any vomit stuck in his throat. Nino coughs hard a few times and recovers slowly. Still in the brink of blacking out, he doesn’t respond to the man’s calls of “are you alright?” and “where do you live?”
He’s out.
The man hails a taxi and carefully carries the dangerously drunk Nino to it. The man stares longingly at Nino. “You poor thing…”
The next morning, Nino wakes up in a futon and wearing someone else’s clothes. Drowsy and with a headache, he looks around confused. He rubs his eyes.
“Where am I?” he says softly. It finally hits him; he’s in a stranger’s apartment. He panics a bit since he cannot remember anything after his last drink at the bar. He rubs his eyes once again.
“Ah, you’re awake!” says a voice quietly entering the room.
When Nino’s eyes refocus, he sees the man with dark hair from the night before, doesn’t recognize him. Nino pulls the comforter up to his chin, looking fearful, “Who are you? Where the hell am I? You didn’t do anything gross to me, did you?” he says quickly.
The man chuckles, “I didn’t do anything, I only saved you from choking on your own vomit.”
“Vomit?” Nino says wincing. His head pounds.
“Yeah, kid, you were about dying on the sidewalk. You suck at drinking,” the man says. He’s carrying a tray with some toast, eggs and a glass of water and some pain killers, “I’m Ohno Satoshi. This is my place.” Ohno places the food on Nino’s lap.
Nino stares at the food and feels icky again, but hungry at the same time. Ohno leaves the room to give Nino some space, but watches from a distance once and a while. Nino picks at his food but eventually eats at least half before giving up, taking the medicine Ohno left him, and lying back down. He faces the open part of the room; it’s all full of painting supplies and is rather messy.
Ohno arrives back in the room and sits on the floor next to the futon, in the direction Nino is facing. They make eye contact and both blush shyly. Nino averts his gaze.
“I’m Ninomiya Kazunari…sorry for all this trouble,” he says softly still blushing, “Thank you for helping me.” For a second, Nino enjoys how Ohno has a calming effect on him, unlike Sho, who makes him tense much of the time.
“It’s completely all right. I couldn’t stand to watch such a cutie as yourself struggle,” Ohno says with a smile, a blush still faintly present. “People on the street can be assholes…”
Nino gives Ohno a cute smile, “I owe you my life then.”
Ohno hesitates, “Ah, it’s nothing like that! Just doing a good deed.” He stumbles on his words a bit, “May I have your phone number then?”
Nino giggles, “Okay.”
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My name is Ninomiya Kazunari, and I hate myself. I’ve taken up drinking to numb myself so when Sho-chan rejects me, I don’t hurt as much.
We’ve been together for a few years now, and he’s happy, but I’m not anymore.
I know he cares, but he can be mean sometimes.
He’s gone from home a lot because of his job, but he never once has tried to reschedule. If our plans fall through, he never tries to make new ones. He says that he doesn’t want to disappoint me. I already am.
It’s lonely at home during the night. Our neighbors fight with each other; I just wish we’d fight once. Sho-chan avoids conflict at all costs. I just want him to let me be mad for a good long while, but that’s impossible.
He loves me, but I don’t know how I feel anymore.
I’m confused.
I am Ninomiya Kazunari, and I’ve fallen in love with another man.
You don’t deserve love.
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“Just order what you’d like, Kazu…” Ohno says, carefully scrutinizing the menu. They took the train to a nearby town known for their Spanish cuisine.
Nino looks conflicted, “But it’s all so expensive!”
“Just choose what you want. Don’t worry about money. I’m paying,” Ohno replies.
After finding something that was moderately priced, he orders and then gazes at Ohno.
“What?” Ohno says, handing the waiter their menus.
“You always look so relaxed, how do you do it?” Nino asks.
Ohno scratches his head and leans in, “Well, I’ll let you in on a secret.” Nino leans in as well, excited. “It’s my manliness I suppose.”
Nino doesn’t look amused, “Yeah, old manliness…Oh-chan, you’re such a tease!”
“On the contrary,” he replies and grins, sipping his glass of water. Nino sits back in his chair and sighs heavily, looking out the window.
“Something bothering you?” Ohno says, looking out the window to in case Nino was watching something.
“No…I just feel bad for Sho-chan is all…” Nino replies. Ohno looks at Nino and seems a bit sad. Ohno hates when Nino talks about Sho. “He took the night off from work and planned out a whole dinner with me, but I told him I already made plans with some friends.”
“Oh, friends as in me?” Ohno asks.
“Yeah, but I won’t say who you are…he’ll get suspicious.”
“Mmm. Well you’re giving him payback for all the times he pushed you aside, ne?”
Nino turns his eyes to Ohno and his gaze is fiery, “Exactly! He left me alone for two years. It’s my turn to do what I want!”
Ohno chuckles nervously but nods regardless. Ohno feels bad that he’s the one that started the affair, but he loves Nino dearly and dotes on him in every possible way. Nino never takes things from Ohno selfishly and gives back the same or more. Trying to turn around the strange atmosphere, Ohno unwraps his straw, which was resting unused on the table, and blew into the open end, causing the wrapper to fly off and hit Nino in the nose.
“Ah!” Nino yelps, rubbing his nose, “Oh-chan, don’t scare me like that!” Despite his angry tone, he giggles and eventually a bright smile forms. Nino is completely refocused on Ohno. “You always do weird stuff like that. Save it for your paintings!”
“Well right now, I’m envisioning a portrait of your scrunched up face. It may fetch a great price!” Ohno muses.
Nino smirks. Their food arrives and smells delicious. Ohno eyes Nino’s choice.
“Don’t even try, old man,” Nino bites.
“What? Taking your food, or painting an ugly portrait of you?” he replies, quite content.
“BOTH,” Nino says shoveling food in his mouth. After swallowing a bunch, he gives Ohno a playful glare, “I’ll tell your buyers that you pick your nose and use your snot to color your paintings.”
Ohno rolls his eyes and begins to eat, “You’re such a child, Kazu.”
Nino’s glare turns dark, “You like it.”
Ohno doesn’t hesitate, “Yes, Yes I do” he says chewing his food slowly.
Later that night, Ohno offers Nino a walk home, but he declines.
“I don’t need you to walk me home, Oh-chan,” Nino says, clinging to the front of Ohno’s coat. “I’m capable of walking on my own.”
“Well it’s really dark already, and you still have a ways to go,” Ohno retorts. “But…if you’re sure…just text me when you get home, okay?”
Nino nods and kisses Ohno’s lips softly, “I’ll make sure of it.” They hug tightly, kiss each other once more and Nino walks off, leaving Ohno in the dark.
I wish I could stay with Oh-chan all the time.
So you hate your real, longtime boyfriend?
No, I think we just need some time apart….when it’s my idea to be apart.
…
Sho-chan doesn’t appreciate me.
So that’s an excuse to cheat. Maybe you don’t appreciate him?
That’s not true. I’m glad Sho-chan gives me a place to live and stuff but-
- but you’d rather sleep around instead…
I’m not saying that. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? Plus, Sho-chan still loves me.
Not always, and so does the man you’re cheating with, you scumbag. You can’t have both.
Of course I can.
You don’t deserve anyone’s love.
Everyone does!
Not everyone. Those people just waste away lonely, ignored. You might as well just off yourself. It may save you some pain, don’t you think?
I don’t agree with that.
Just think about it for a while…
Nino arrives home late. Sho is sitting on the couch in his pajamas waiting up for him.
“Ah, you’re home! What took you so long?” Sho asks, hugging Nino after he makes his way to the door.
“I was with friends,” Nino says bluntly.
“ Well did you drink?”
“No?”
“Then what took you so long?”
“Why do you need to know any more? I was with some of my good friends at a restaurant!”
“Ah, okay…I suppose. You don’t go out much anyway…”
Nino feels hurt, but he keeps up appearances. He can’t let Sho know about Ohno. “I’m going to bed then,” Nino says.
Sho follows him, “May I join you?”
Nino thinks for a couple seconds, “Okay.” He heads to the bathroom and starts the bath. He takes his phone from his pocket and texts Ohno.
[Kazu]: Oh-chan, I made it home safe :3 You don’t have to worry!
He gets a quick response.
[Old man]: Thanks goodness! I just started painting your snarly face!
Nino chuckles.
[Kazu]: Don’t sell it! I want….to burn it!
[Old man]: Not a chance ;) Good night my love~
[Kazu]: Night night Oh-chan~ :3
He takes roughly 20 minutes to bathe himself and he puts on some light pajamas. Sho is already waiting on the bed, grinning. “You take so long!” Sho whines.
“Sorry, you know I like baths…” Nino says passively. He climbs into the bed and Sho moves immediately on top of him, kissing his neck slowly, pulling Nino’s small body closer.
Nino doesn’t react, just stays stiff and projects how uncomfortable he is.
Sho stops. “Is something wrong?”
“Ah, well…I just feel a little sick from dinner I think…” Nino lies.
Sho moves away slightly, “Oh, do you need anything?”
Nino shakes his head.
“Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Sho says sweetly, kissing Nino’s forehead.
Nino nods, “Okay…” He allows Sho to pulls him close despite how awkward he feels.
You’re right, I don’t deserve love…
You should always listen to me.
Author: Ambrosse
Pairing: Sakumiya, Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Length: chaptered
Genre: Angst (a lot), drama, AU, romance
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone but me :D
Summary: Nino struggles to keep himself alive and sort through his emotions regarding infidelity.
a/n: Yup, I know, I know. The first installment of this chaptered fic was written and posted over a year ago. Now that I’m done with college, I have a bit more time to write :) Thanks to the lovely gambitsfox for showing concern for whether or not this project got shelved. It most definitely did not! :3
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Chapter 1[NC-17]
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After her arrives home from his part-time job at a local convenience store, Nino sits on the couch in his uniform, sipping a beer that has slowly become warm and flat. He half-heartedly wonders whether Sho will be home for dinner as he abandons the warm beer for a new, cooler one from the refrigerator. Suddenly he receives a text message.
[Sho <3]: Hey babe, I won’t be home tonight again -_- Work is having me write a report for tomorrow’s news.
Nino stares at the text and sighs, he looks hurt and shuts down almost completely. He replies simply, with an edge.
[Kazu]: k
He gets an immediate response back.
[Sho <3]: Don’t be that way, Kazu. You know my job is important :(
Nino takes in a sharp breath and wants to just throw the phone into the floor, but he recovers and replies one last time.
[Kazu]: I’m sorry
His response is empty, but out of the many things he could say, it is the best option in order not to hurt Sho. Sho replies.
[Sho <3]: You don’t have to apologize, baby. Just understand that I need to work to keep us living well and keep the nice apartment. Have a good night, okay? :)
Seeing the message, Nino refuses to reply, hoping that Sho would change his mind; it will never happen.
He finishes his beer and instead of dressing for bed, he dresses for going out. Figuring he doesn’t want to hang around trashy bars with scary people, he dresses nicely and heads to a classy bar, tucked in between two large buildings, down a set of stairs.
It’s dimly lit with young couples and small groups sitting along the outside walls. Only a few men are resting alone at the bar with a drink in hand. After getting his ID checked, Nino enters and seats himself at the back corner of the bar. He feels strange going to such a place without Sho, but it is refreshing nonetheless. Nino enjoys the sense of danger of being alone and buzzed, and he revels in it.
By a suggestion from the bartender, he orders some beer from a local brewery and waits patiently, taking in his surroundings. After getting a few strangers to leave him alone, most of the night, he was unbothered in his corner having drunk more than he should have including a few shots. He is out of money so he opts to leave. Sliding off his barstool, he feels dizzy and giggles a bit from how fuzzy his head is. A thought glides through his head. What if he was murdered or hit by a car because he was so intoxicated? How would Sho feel? The thought almost makes him smirk when he has trouble opening the doors. He pulls on the door from the inside, but the button clearly states “push.” Rattling the door, someone helps him out and lets him out onto the sidewalk.
“I’ll just go home…” he says to himself rather loud. Only a few feet from the door he feels a wave of nausea rush in. He is no good with holding alcohol, gets drunk easily, and usually vomits at home regardless.
He giggles and stumbles onto the sidewalk and scrapes up the palms of his hands. There is barely a person in sight as most people have settled in the surrounding bars and restaurants. The thought of running into the street flies through his brain once again, but instead of getting up to run, he vomits all over the sidewalk rather dramatically. Coughing and heaving, he begins to cry because his abdominal muscles burn. Any person near him watches instead of helps. Feeling dizzy again, he wavers and then falls onto his side on the sidewalk. He rolls himself onto his back and groans, getting tunnel vision. He’s about to black out.
…
You should have run in front of that shiny white sports car. Then everyone would see how bloody you are on the inside.
...
Nino’s body heaves once more, causing him to vomit, but in his position, he chokes on it. He takes no notice since he’s already on the verge of blacking out.
A man with short perfectly-molded dark brown hair and heavily tanned skin sees that Nino is choking and rolls him onto his side so Nino can cough out any vomit stuck in his throat. Nino coughs hard a few times and recovers slowly. Still in the brink of blacking out, he doesn’t respond to the man’s calls of “are you alright?” and “where do you live?”
He’s out.
The man hails a taxi and carefully carries the dangerously drunk Nino to it. The man stares longingly at Nino. “You poor thing…”
The next morning, Nino wakes up in a futon and wearing someone else’s clothes. Drowsy and with a headache, he looks around confused. He rubs his eyes.
“Where am I?” he says softly. It finally hits him; he’s in a stranger’s apartment. He panics a bit since he cannot remember anything after his last drink at the bar. He rubs his eyes once again.
“Ah, you’re awake!” says a voice quietly entering the room.
When Nino’s eyes refocus, he sees the man with dark hair from the night before, doesn’t recognize him. Nino pulls the comforter up to his chin, looking fearful, “Who are you? Where the hell am I? You didn’t do anything gross to me, did you?” he says quickly.
The man chuckles, “I didn’t do anything, I only saved you from choking on your own vomit.”
“Vomit?” Nino says wincing. His head pounds.
“Yeah, kid, you were about dying on the sidewalk. You suck at drinking,” the man says. He’s carrying a tray with some toast, eggs and a glass of water and some pain killers, “I’m Ohno Satoshi. This is my place.” Ohno places the food on Nino’s lap.
Nino stares at the food and feels icky again, but hungry at the same time. Ohno leaves the room to give Nino some space, but watches from a distance once and a while. Nino picks at his food but eventually eats at least half before giving up, taking the medicine Ohno left him, and lying back down. He faces the open part of the room; it’s all full of painting supplies and is rather messy.
Ohno arrives back in the room and sits on the floor next to the futon, in the direction Nino is facing. They make eye contact and both blush shyly. Nino averts his gaze.
“I’m Ninomiya Kazunari…sorry for all this trouble,” he says softly still blushing, “Thank you for helping me.” For a second, Nino enjoys how Ohno has a calming effect on him, unlike Sho, who makes him tense much of the time.
“It’s completely all right. I couldn’t stand to watch such a cutie as yourself struggle,” Ohno says with a smile, a blush still faintly present. “People on the street can be assholes…”
Nino gives Ohno a cute smile, “I owe you my life then.”
Ohno hesitates, “Ah, it’s nothing like that! Just doing a good deed.” He stumbles on his words a bit, “May I have your phone number then?”
Nino giggles, “Okay.”
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My name is Ninomiya Kazunari, and I hate myself. I’ve taken up drinking to numb myself so when Sho-chan rejects me, I don’t hurt as much.
We’ve been together for a few years now, and he’s happy, but I’m not anymore.
I know he cares, but he can be mean sometimes.
He’s gone from home a lot because of his job, but he never once has tried to reschedule. If our plans fall through, he never tries to make new ones. He says that he doesn’t want to disappoint me. I already am.
It’s lonely at home during the night. Our neighbors fight with each other; I just wish we’d fight once. Sho-chan avoids conflict at all costs. I just want him to let me be mad for a good long while, but that’s impossible.
He loves me, but I don’t know how I feel anymore.
I’m confused.
I am Ninomiya Kazunari, and I’ve fallen in love with another man.
You don’t deserve love.
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“Just order what you’d like, Kazu…” Ohno says, carefully scrutinizing the menu. They took the train to a nearby town known for their Spanish cuisine.
Nino looks conflicted, “But it’s all so expensive!”
“Just choose what you want. Don’t worry about money. I’m paying,” Ohno replies.
After finding something that was moderately priced, he orders and then gazes at Ohno.
“What?” Ohno says, handing the waiter their menus.
“You always look so relaxed, how do you do it?” Nino asks.
Ohno scratches his head and leans in, “Well, I’ll let you in on a secret.” Nino leans in as well, excited. “It’s my manliness I suppose.”
Nino doesn’t look amused, “Yeah, old manliness…Oh-chan, you’re such a tease!”
“On the contrary,” he replies and grins, sipping his glass of water. Nino sits back in his chair and sighs heavily, looking out the window.
“Something bothering you?” Ohno says, looking out the window to in case Nino was watching something.
“No…I just feel bad for Sho-chan is all…” Nino replies. Ohno looks at Nino and seems a bit sad. Ohno hates when Nino talks about Sho. “He took the night off from work and planned out a whole dinner with me, but I told him I already made plans with some friends.”
“Oh, friends as in me?” Ohno asks.
“Yeah, but I won’t say who you are…he’ll get suspicious.”
“Mmm. Well you’re giving him payback for all the times he pushed you aside, ne?”
Nino turns his eyes to Ohno and his gaze is fiery, “Exactly! He left me alone for two years. It’s my turn to do what I want!”
Ohno chuckles nervously but nods regardless. Ohno feels bad that he’s the one that started the affair, but he loves Nino dearly and dotes on him in every possible way. Nino never takes things from Ohno selfishly and gives back the same or more. Trying to turn around the strange atmosphere, Ohno unwraps his straw, which was resting unused on the table, and blew into the open end, causing the wrapper to fly off and hit Nino in the nose.
“Ah!” Nino yelps, rubbing his nose, “Oh-chan, don’t scare me like that!” Despite his angry tone, he giggles and eventually a bright smile forms. Nino is completely refocused on Ohno. “You always do weird stuff like that. Save it for your paintings!”
“Well right now, I’m envisioning a portrait of your scrunched up face. It may fetch a great price!” Ohno muses.
Nino smirks. Their food arrives and smells delicious. Ohno eyes Nino’s choice.
“Don’t even try, old man,” Nino bites.
“What? Taking your food, or painting an ugly portrait of you?” he replies, quite content.
“BOTH,” Nino says shoveling food in his mouth. After swallowing a bunch, he gives Ohno a playful glare, “I’ll tell your buyers that you pick your nose and use your snot to color your paintings.”
Ohno rolls his eyes and begins to eat, “You’re such a child, Kazu.”
Nino’s glare turns dark, “You like it.”
Ohno doesn’t hesitate, “Yes, Yes I do” he says chewing his food slowly.
Later that night, Ohno offers Nino a walk home, but he declines.
“I don’t need you to walk me home, Oh-chan,” Nino says, clinging to the front of Ohno’s coat. “I’m capable of walking on my own.”
“Well it’s really dark already, and you still have a ways to go,” Ohno retorts. “But…if you’re sure…just text me when you get home, okay?”
Nino nods and kisses Ohno’s lips softly, “I’ll make sure of it.” They hug tightly, kiss each other once more and Nino walks off, leaving Ohno in the dark.
I wish I could stay with Oh-chan all the time.
So you hate your real, longtime boyfriend?
No, I think we just need some time apart….when it’s my idea to be apart.
…
Sho-chan doesn’t appreciate me.
So that’s an excuse to cheat. Maybe you don’t appreciate him?
That’s not true. I’m glad Sho-chan gives me a place to live and stuff but-
- but you’d rather sleep around instead…
I’m not saying that. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? Plus, Sho-chan still loves me.
Not always, and so does the man you’re cheating with, you scumbag. You can’t have both.
Of course I can.
You don’t deserve anyone’s love.
Everyone does!
Not everyone. Those people just waste away lonely, ignored. You might as well just off yourself. It may save you some pain, don’t you think?
I don’t agree with that.
Just think about it for a while…
Nino arrives home late. Sho is sitting on the couch in his pajamas waiting up for him.
“Ah, you’re home! What took you so long?” Sho asks, hugging Nino after he makes his way to the door.
“I was with friends,” Nino says bluntly.
“ Well did you drink?”
“No?”
“Then what took you so long?”
“Why do you need to know any more? I was with some of my good friends at a restaurant!”
“Ah, okay…I suppose. You don’t go out much anyway…”
Nino feels hurt, but he keeps up appearances. He can’t let Sho know about Ohno. “I’m going to bed then,” Nino says.
Sho follows him, “May I join you?”
Nino thinks for a couple seconds, “Okay.” He heads to the bathroom and starts the bath. He takes his phone from his pocket and texts Ohno.
[Kazu]: Oh-chan, I made it home safe :3 You don’t have to worry!
He gets a quick response.
[Old man]: Thanks goodness! I just started painting your snarly face!
Nino chuckles.
[Kazu]: Don’t sell it! I want….to burn it!
[Old man]: Not a chance ;) Good night my love~
[Kazu]: Night night Oh-chan~ :3
He takes roughly 20 minutes to bathe himself and he puts on some light pajamas. Sho is already waiting on the bed, grinning. “You take so long!” Sho whines.
“Sorry, you know I like baths…” Nino says passively. He climbs into the bed and Sho moves immediately on top of him, kissing his neck slowly, pulling Nino’s small body closer.
Nino doesn’t react, just stays stiff and projects how uncomfortable he is.
Sho stops. “Is something wrong?”
“Ah, well…I just feel a little sick from dinner I think…” Nino lies.
Sho moves away slightly, “Oh, do you need anything?”
Nino shakes his head.
“Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Sho says sweetly, kissing Nino’s forehead.
Nino nods, “Okay…” He allows Sho to pulls him close despite how awkward he feels.
You’re right, I don’t deserve love…
You should always listen to me.