[034] Ohno Satoshi and the Parchment Sky - Arashi (Ohno/Meisa)
Title: Ohno Satoshi and the Parchment Sky
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Ohno/Meisa; Hogwarts AU
Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 1575
Summary: The few girls that Ohno has courted (if one could call it that) didn't seem to understand that need for quiet. Muggle and wizard alike, Ohno has found, girls are complicated.
Notes: Hogwarts AU and a (mostly unrelated) prequel to Aiba Masaki and the Mackled Malaclaw. You don't have to read them in order. I'm kind of a slut for Ohno/Meisa and there was a call for it (and I'm carefully avoiding the 6 fics I need to write with some immediacy). So.
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The ceiling of the Great Hall has been the murky, purplish-gray of a young eggplant all day. Ohno watches the clouds move slowly across, entranced by the ebb and flow as they join and split in infinitely different ways. His lunch sits in front of him, all but forgotten. The shepherd's pie just can't compete with the beauty above him at the moment.
Ohno can hear Aiba chattering away about something again. Probably that Hufflepuff with the weird name that's always hanging around that pretty Slytherin girl with the fierce eyes. What was the Hufflepuff's name? Becky or something? Ohno's eyebrows furrow a bit at the thought. Why doesn't he know that other girl's name? A flash of lightning breaks through the clouds and Ohno's eyes widen. How is everyone ignoring this? Growing up in a house full of wizards, Ohno is no stranger to magic, but this natural beauty is the most magical of everything he's seen. Surely nothing could compete with that.
He barely registers when someone new sits next to him and coughs. Ohno tilts his head to one side, trying to decide if watercolors or oil paint would be the best medium to preserve this beauty. He's busy counting colors when he finally takes notice of someone saying his name, sharp and clear. Ohno blinks a few times and scowls as he finally looks over. He hates when people interrupt his artistic moments, but there's a girl next to him, staring at him with sharp eyes and Ohno realizes there is something more beautiful than the ceiling. He just stares back at her for a moment, waiting for permission to speak. Something about this girl makes him nervous. Not in a bad way, but in a "I think I just got caught with my hand in my pants" kind of way.
"I said, what are you doing?" she asks, clearly irritated at having been made to wait.
"Trying to decide," Ohno replies. It finally hits him that this is that Slytherin girl. He's not seen her close up yet, just from a distance, and wow. She's prettier than he thought.
Her delicate eyebrows scrunch together in thought. "On what?" she demands. Her voice is kind of husky. She sounds more mature than any 15 year old girl has a right to. But Ohno's barely 16 himself. What would he know of such things?
"Watercolors or oils," he says. Ohno wants to look back at the ceiling, wants to try to figure out what shade of purple would best match the darkening clouds, but he's entranced by the gold-brown shades flitting through the girl's eyes. They change almost as fluidly as the sky above them. Ohno gets lost for a moment before she smacks him on the arm, hard.
"I'm sorry, what?" Ohno asks, frowning at her.
"If you're going to keep ignoring me, I'm leaving," she replies with a sigh.
"I'm not ignoring you," Ohno says with a pout. "Your eyes are like the clouds."
She stares at him for a moment, then shakes her head, a small smile breaking her stony glare. Ohno smiles back and thinks how she gets even prettier when she does that.
"So, Van Gogh or Dürer?" she asks, tilting her head to the side, the smile turning almost secretive.
"Dürer," Ohno answers without hesitation.
"Watercolors," she shoots back.
Ohno's flabbergasted for a moment. They stare at each other as Ohno tries to understand what just happened.
"Meisa, are you ready to go?" That Hufflepuff girl is standing behind her, a smirk on her face.
Meisa frowns and opens her mouth to speak. Maybe to scold her friend. Maybe to tell her to go away. Instead, she just closes it again and stands, smiling down at Ohno.
"Good luck on your painting," she says softly before turning and hurrying out the door with her friend.
Ohno stares after them, mouth hanging open a bit. Glancing up at the ceiling, he sees it now. Watercolors would work best.
"What the hell just happened here?" he mumbles.
---
Ohno's not very good with girls. Not because he doesn't like them or anything, but more because he just doesn't know what to say. But then again, Ohno rarely knows what to say to anyone. That's why Aiba is his best friend. Aiba says more than enough for everyone. There's not pressure to talk when Aiba's around. Even when he runs out of things to say (which is rare), Aiba is still content with being quiet and just enjoying each other's company. The few girls that Ohno has courted (if one could call it that) didn't seem to understand that need for quiet. Muggle and wizard alike, Ohno has found, girls are complicated.
Really, Ohno just doesn't like filling the space with unnecessary words.
That's why it takes him three days to approach Meisa. Aiba wanted to do some light stalking, follow her around the grounds. Ohno suspects Aiba's interests fall more in the area of her Hufflepuff friend, Becky. Though Ohno can't blame him. Becky seems sweet and bright, with a vicious streak that Ohno thinks will be good for Aiba, if he can ever calm down long enough to talk to her. But there's something about Meisa's dark, serious eyes that draw him in. She's slower to smile, but when she does, it lights up her whole face. Ohno starts to understand why they say falling for someone really does feel like falling. It's that turn in his stomach when he thinks about her, the rush in his ears when he sees her across the lawn. So he waits.
The air is cool, a frost on the wind promising a frigid morning, but Ohno's palms are sweating a bit as he walks across the lawn to where Becky and Meisa are sharing a cup of tea. Aiba's reconnaissance has given him that much information, at least (as well as a lot of "Becky's reading this" and "here's this hilarious joke Becky told the other day," ad nauseam). Becky giggles as he approaches, but Meisa just levels him with that somewhat amused stare, the corners of her mouth twitching up.
"Here," he says, holding out the roll of parchment.
Becky looks confused, but Meisa doesn't take her eyes from Ohno's as she unrolls it. She finally breaks the contact to look down and lets out the tiniest of gasps. Ohno watches as her whole face changes. Emotions flicker across so fast he's not sure he's caught them all, but it ends on happiness. He thinks. Becky leans over, still looking confused and shrugs.
"Pretty," she says, nodding. "But what is it?"
Ohno can understand why she'd be confused. It's a bit more abstract than the other paintings he's done, at the same time the most real. Shades of purple and gray swirl and tumble across the parchment, little hints of gold shooting across like lightning. Part of him wishes he'd had a proper canvas to paint on, but the parchment's texture makes the movement of the paint that much more dynamic. Ohno thinks it might be his best work to date.
"It's the sky," Meisa replies, not looking up.
"Your eyes," Ohno corrects.
Meisa's looks up again and her expression softens to affection. "My eyes aren't purple or black," she says, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"But they move." Ohno shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He's relieved when she just nods and looks back down at the painting. Ohno's not sure he could make it make sense with words.
Becky looks from Ohno to Meisa and back again, frowning. "I don't think I understand what just happened here," she says, puzzled.
Meisa carefully rolls the parchment back up and tucks it into her bag. A flick of her wand and the tea mugs are clean and deposited with it. She takes the few steps to Ohno and meets his eyes again. Reaching down, Meisa laces her fingers with his and smiles softly, almost shy at her boldness. Ohno's heart is pounding hard in his chest, but he smiles back. His offering seems to have worked. It's only when Meisa turns to address Becky again that it's confirmed.
"Ohno and I are going out now," she says. "That's what happened."
Meisa turns to Ohno and raises an eyebrow. It takes a moment before he realizes this is his cue to confirm or deny her claim. But Ohno knows better than to deny Meisa at this point. Still looking in her eyes, he smiles and nods a few times.
"You're pretty," he mumbles.
"So are you," Meisa replies, that small smile crossing her face again. "I'll see you at dinner, Becky."
Ohno finds himself being dragged across the grounds by this tiny, powerful girl, away from her friend and on to a new adventure. They spend the next few hours decidedly not talking.
Ohno would later tell people, including their children, that the best thing that ever happened to him was a rainy day.
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Ohno/Meisa; Hogwarts AU
Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 1575
Summary: The few girls that Ohno has courted (if one could call it that) didn't seem to understand that need for quiet. Muggle and wizard alike, Ohno has found, girls are complicated.
Notes: Hogwarts AU and a (mostly unrelated) prequel to Aiba Masaki and the Mackled Malaclaw. You don't have to read them in order. I'm kind of a slut for Ohno/Meisa and there was a call for it (and I'm carefully avoiding the 6 fics I need to write with some immediacy). So.
•••••
The ceiling of the Great Hall has been the murky, purplish-gray of a young eggplant all day. Ohno watches the clouds move slowly across, entranced by the ebb and flow as they join and split in infinitely different ways. His lunch sits in front of him, all but forgotten. The shepherd's pie just can't compete with the beauty above him at the moment.
Ohno can hear Aiba chattering away about something again. Probably that Hufflepuff with the weird name that's always hanging around that pretty Slytherin girl with the fierce eyes. What was the Hufflepuff's name? Becky or something? Ohno's eyebrows furrow a bit at the thought. Why doesn't he know that other girl's name? A flash of lightning breaks through the clouds and Ohno's eyes widen. How is everyone ignoring this? Growing up in a house full of wizards, Ohno is no stranger to magic, but this natural beauty is the most magical of everything he's seen. Surely nothing could compete with that.
He barely registers when someone new sits next to him and coughs. Ohno tilts his head to one side, trying to decide if watercolors or oil paint would be the best medium to preserve this beauty. He's busy counting colors when he finally takes notice of someone saying his name, sharp and clear. Ohno blinks a few times and scowls as he finally looks over. He hates when people interrupt his artistic moments, but there's a girl next to him, staring at him with sharp eyes and Ohno realizes there is something more beautiful than the ceiling. He just stares back at her for a moment, waiting for permission to speak. Something about this girl makes him nervous. Not in a bad way, but in a "I think I just got caught with my hand in my pants" kind of way.
"I said, what are you doing?" she asks, clearly irritated at having been made to wait.
"Trying to decide," Ohno replies. It finally hits him that this is that Slytherin girl. He's not seen her close up yet, just from a distance, and wow. She's prettier than he thought.
Her delicate eyebrows scrunch together in thought. "On what?" she demands. Her voice is kind of husky. She sounds more mature than any 15 year old girl has a right to. But Ohno's barely 16 himself. What would he know of such things?
"Watercolors or oils," he says. Ohno wants to look back at the ceiling, wants to try to figure out what shade of purple would best match the darkening clouds, but he's entranced by the gold-brown shades flitting through the girl's eyes. They change almost as fluidly as the sky above them. Ohno gets lost for a moment before she smacks him on the arm, hard.
"I'm sorry, what?" Ohno asks, frowning at her.
"If you're going to keep ignoring me, I'm leaving," she replies with a sigh.
"I'm not ignoring you," Ohno says with a pout. "Your eyes are like the clouds."
She stares at him for a moment, then shakes her head, a small smile breaking her stony glare. Ohno smiles back and thinks how she gets even prettier when she does that.
"So, Van Gogh or Dürer?" she asks, tilting her head to the side, the smile turning almost secretive.
"Dürer," Ohno answers without hesitation.
"Watercolors," she shoots back.
Ohno's flabbergasted for a moment. They stare at each other as Ohno tries to understand what just happened.
"Meisa, are you ready to go?" That Hufflepuff girl is standing behind her, a smirk on her face.
Meisa frowns and opens her mouth to speak. Maybe to scold her friend. Maybe to tell her to go away. Instead, she just closes it again and stands, smiling down at Ohno.
"Good luck on your painting," she says softly before turning and hurrying out the door with her friend.
Ohno stares after them, mouth hanging open a bit. Glancing up at the ceiling, he sees it now. Watercolors would work best.
"What the hell just happened here?" he mumbles.
---
Ohno's not very good with girls. Not because he doesn't like them or anything, but more because he just doesn't know what to say. But then again, Ohno rarely knows what to say to anyone. That's why Aiba is his best friend. Aiba says more than enough for everyone. There's not pressure to talk when Aiba's around. Even when he runs out of things to say (which is rare), Aiba is still content with being quiet and just enjoying each other's company. The few girls that Ohno has courted (if one could call it that) didn't seem to understand that need for quiet. Muggle and wizard alike, Ohno has found, girls are complicated.
Really, Ohno just doesn't like filling the space with unnecessary words.
That's why it takes him three days to approach Meisa. Aiba wanted to do some light stalking, follow her around the grounds. Ohno suspects Aiba's interests fall more in the area of her Hufflepuff friend, Becky. Though Ohno can't blame him. Becky seems sweet and bright, with a vicious streak that Ohno thinks will be good for Aiba, if he can ever calm down long enough to talk to her. But there's something about Meisa's dark, serious eyes that draw him in. She's slower to smile, but when she does, it lights up her whole face. Ohno starts to understand why they say falling for someone really does feel like falling. It's that turn in his stomach when he thinks about her, the rush in his ears when he sees her across the lawn. So he waits.
The air is cool, a frost on the wind promising a frigid morning, but Ohno's palms are sweating a bit as he walks across the lawn to where Becky and Meisa are sharing a cup of tea. Aiba's reconnaissance has given him that much information, at least (as well as a lot of "Becky's reading this" and "here's this hilarious joke Becky told the other day," ad nauseam). Becky giggles as he approaches, but Meisa just levels him with that somewhat amused stare, the corners of her mouth twitching up.
"Here," he says, holding out the roll of parchment.
Becky looks confused, but Meisa doesn't take her eyes from Ohno's as she unrolls it. She finally breaks the contact to look down and lets out the tiniest of gasps. Ohno watches as her whole face changes. Emotions flicker across so fast he's not sure he's caught them all, but it ends on happiness. He thinks. Becky leans over, still looking confused and shrugs.
"Pretty," she says, nodding. "But what is it?"
Ohno can understand why she'd be confused. It's a bit more abstract than the other paintings he's done, at the same time the most real. Shades of purple and gray swirl and tumble across the parchment, little hints of gold shooting across like lightning. Part of him wishes he'd had a proper canvas to paint on, but the parchment's texture makes the movement of the paint that much more dynamic. Ohno thinks it might be his best work to date.
"It's the sky," Meisa replies, not looking up.
"Your eyes," Ohno corrects.
Meisa's looks up again and her expression softens to affection. "My eyes aren't purple or black," she says, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"But they move." Ohno shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He's relieved when she just nods and looks back down at the painting. Ohno's not sure he could make it make sense with words.
Becky looks from Ohno to Meisa and back again, frowning. "I don't think I understand what just happened here," she says, puzzled.
Meisa carefully rolls the parchment back up and tucks it into her bag. A flick of her wand and the tea mugs are clean and deposited with it. She takes the few steps to Ohno and meets his eyes again. Reaching down, Meisa laces her fingers with his and smiles softly, almost shy at her boldness. Ohno's heart is pounding hard in his chest, but he smiles back. His offering seems to have worked. It's only when Meisa turns to address Becky again that it's confirmed.
"Ohno and I are going out now," she says. "That's what happened."
Meisa turns to Ohno and raises an eyebrow. It takes a moment before he realizes this is his cue to confirm or deny her claim. But Ohno knows better than to deny Meisa at this point. Still looking in her eyes, he smiles and nods a few times.
"You're pretty," he mumbles.
"So are you," Meisa replies, that small smile crossing her face again. "I'll see you at dinner, Becky."
Ohno finds himself being dragged across the grounds by this tiny, powerful girl, away from her friend and on to a new adventure. They spend the next few hours decidedly not talking.
Ohno would later tell people, including their children, that the best thing that ever happened to him was a rainy day.