[Arashi] 3 drabbles
[Title] Past Tense
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] Machida/Ohno is my Past Tense OTP. Well, that, and Subaru/Nino. :xxxx
Machida had an advantage over the boys of Arashi. He'd lived with Ohno, spent every day with him for two years. They'd laughed together ("What is this?!" "It used to be curry. I wonder if it still tastes good..."), cried together ("I want to go home." "Me too. Me too, I want to go home."), stayed up all night talking about everything and nothing that really mattered just because when you're sixteen, there's always enough time to do what you feel like when you feel like it.
He'd been the first one Ohno touched, he knew. They'd both been each other's firsts, and despite the awkward rhythms and the fumbling of hands and mouths, they'd left each other with only pleasant, wistful memories.
It had hurt, when Ohno debuted without him. It hurt a lot. He knew Ohno didn't want to, hadn't meant to, but the fact remained that despite all the talk of quitting the business, Ohno had not only stayed, he'd stayed with four people who weren't MA. Machida couldn't stand to see them on TV; it made his head and heart hurt to see the way slowly, Ohno was relaxing in his new group.
Ohno was learning to be happy, and it hurt Machida to know that.
Gradually, they stopped talking. Life got in the way, and as they aged, keeping in touch just stopped being as important as other things. But then one day, Machida got a letter in the mail. Inside was a ticket, fantastic seats, to Arashi's summer concert.
I choreographed my solo, Ohno's scrawl said. Come tell me how it is?
He came. He watched. He stopped breathing when Ohno moved like that, his face tight with concentration and his blood rushing with adrenaline. He went home without saying hello.
Instead, he wrote back.
Your box step needs work, he joked, his heart clenching. I bought your uchiwa.
It was okay, if Ohno forgot him. It was okay.
Ohno-kun had always been destined for more anyway.
[Title] Sign
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] YES, I SHIP THIS TOO. :DDDD
With Sho's arms around his waist, and Sho's cheek brushing against his, Nino could almost forget the fact that he was entirely too warm under the unrelenting Tokyo sun, and that there was so much product in his hair that not even a windstorm could dislodge it, and that two of the girls in the cast kept trying to flirt with Sho when Nino was in plain sight, listening.
He felt like maybe a sign would help. "Best Friend of Nino: No Touching." Yes, that was probably clear enough. Or maybe a collar with his name and address and a little bell, just to remove any doubts.
"Nino," Sho murmured, low and amused in his ear. Nino turned, humming a response, but the small sound was swallowed by the gentle kiss that Sho pressed to his lips. It lasted less that a heartbeat, but Nino could feel him smiling.
He heard a female gasp somewhere to his left, and grinned, smug.
Maybe a sign wasn't quite so necessary.
[Title] Here
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] And this. I’m just full of surprises. XD
Jun had tried for years to get over that irritating little crush on Ohno that had bloomed long before he'd outgrown the round cheeks and face-splitting grin. Every time he thought finally, finally he could look at his Leader and see just a very good close friend, Ohno would catch his eyes and smile, sheepish and always slightly awkward. And with that single expression, Jun would fall all over again.
At some point, he accepted that somewhere in the back of his mind, there would always be that flush of warmth at Ohno's face, Ohno's mumbled voice, Ohno's laugh that tumbled from his mouth almost by accident. He also accepted that Arashi, his friends, were worth far too much to him to risk losing over silly things like romance.
But when everything just built up in him, all the stress and the pressure and the crushing exhaustion piled on his shoulders, Jun couldn't help but turn to Ohno for help. And Ohno welcomed him with open arms and long fingers stroking through his hair.
"Jun-kun, sleep," Ohno commanded softly, and Jun stretched out on the couch with his head in Ohno's lap, his fingers curling loosely over Ohno's free hand.
"Will you be here, when I wake up?" He asked, his voice sounding small and tired, an echo of the child he'd outgrown. Ohno smiled.
"I'll always be here," He promised, and Jun dozed off to the wash of affection and thudding beat of his heart that Ohno would no doubt always cause.
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] Machida/Ohno is my Past Tense OTP. Well, that, and Subaru/Nino. :xxxx
Machida had an advantage over the boys of Arashi. He'd lived with Ohno, spent every day with him for two years. They'd laughed together ("What is this?!" "It used to be curry. I wonder if it still tastes good..."), cried together ("I want to go home." "Me too. Me too, I want to go home."), stayed up all night talking about everything and nothing that really mattered just because when you're sixteen, there's always enough time to do what you feel like when you feel like it.
He'd been the first one Ohno touched, he knew. They'd both been each other's firsts, and despite the awkward rhythms and the fumbling of hands and mouths, they'd left each other with only pleasant, wistful memories.
It had hurt, when Ohno debuted without him. It hurt a lot. He knew Ohno didn't want to, hadn't meant to, but the fact remained that despite all the talk of quitting the business, Ohno had not only stayed, he'd stayed with four people who weren't MA. Machida couldn't stand to see them on TV; it made his head and heart hurt to see the way slowly, Ohno was relaxing in his new group.
Ohno was learning to be happy, and it hurt Machida to know that.
Gradually, they stopped talking. Life got in the way, and as they aged, keeping in touch just stopped being as important as other things. But then one day, Machida got a letter in the mail. Inside was a ticket, fantastic seats, to Arashi's summer concert.
I choreographed my solo, Ohno's scrawl said. Come tell me how it is?
He came. He watched. He stopped breathing when Ohno moved like that, his face tight with concentration and his blood rushing with adrenaline. He went home without saying hello.
Instead, he wrote back.
Your box step needs work, he joked, his heart clenching. I bought your uchiwa.
It was okay, if Ohno forgot him. It was okay.
Ohno-kun had always been destined for more anyway.
[Title] Sign
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] YES, I SHIP THIS TOO. :DDDD
With Sho's arms around his waist, and Sho's cheek brushing against his, Nino could almost forget the fact that he was entirely too warm under the unrelenting Tokyo sun, and that there was so much product in his hair that not even a windstorm could dislodge it, and that two of the girls in the cast kept trying to flirt with Sho when Nino was in plain sight, listening.
He felt like maybe a sign would help. "Best Friend of Nino: No Touching." Yes, that was probably clear enough. Or maybe a collar with his name and address and a little bell, just to remove any doubts.
"Nino," Sho murmured, low and amused in his ear. Nino turned, humming a response, but the small sound was swallowed by the gentle kiss that Sho pressed to his lips. It lasted less that a heartbeat, but Nino could feel him smiling.
He heard a female gasp somewhere to his left, and grinned, smug.
Maybe a sign wasn't quite so necessary.
[Title] Here
[Author] honooko
[Rating] PG
[Notes] And this. I’m just full of surprises. XD
Jun had tried for years to get over that irritating little crush on Ohno that had bloomed long before he'd outgrown the round cheeks and face-splitting grin. Every time he thought finally, finally he could look at his Leader and see just a very good close friend, Ohno would catch his eyes and smile, sheepish and always slightly awkward. And with that single expression, Jun would fall all over again.
At some point, he accepted that somewhere in the back of his mind, there would always be that flush of warmth at Ohno's face, Ohno's mumbled voice, Ohno's laugh that tumbled from his mouth almost by accident. He also accepted that Arashi, his friends, were worth far too much to him to risk losing over silly things like romance.
But when everything just built up in him, all the stress and the pressure and the crushing exhaustion piled on his shoulders, Jun couldn't help but turn to Ohno for help. And Ohno welcomed him with open arms and long fingers stroking through his hair.
"Jun-kun, sleep," Ohno commanded softly, and Jun stretched out on the couch with his head in Ohno's lap, his fingers curling loosely over Ohno's free hand.
"Will you be here, when I wake up?" He asked, his voice sounding small and tired, an echo of the child he'd outgrown. Ohno smiled.
"I'll always be here," He promised, and Jun dozed off to the wash of affection and thudding beat of his heart that Ohno would no doubt always cause.