arashi, aiba/ohno. it changes with the weather (3/4).
this comes after today might be cloudy, which was after rain rain go away. (have i confused you yet?) the plot thickens this is not meant to be a multi-chapter i swear (but maybe i should change the tagging). i also apologise that i couldn't even finish this properly fgksdfg.
the arrival of spring
aiba/ohno, g, 597 wds.
the wind is strong. the trees bow down as aiba walks past them, footsteps light on the dirt path. it’s a little too quiet, even though the sun has come out of hiding. the park is rarely empty, and aiba can’t help but stare in wonder. his hands are kind of purple but the sun is warm on the back of his neck.
he doesn’t expect to see ohno and nino there. he watches them silently from behind a tree (not suspicious at all), fingers intertwined and arms swinging lightly back and forth. there’s barely a gap between their bodies.
he turns around and walks home.
the winter is finally ending. the flowers are still few, but it’s enough for aiba to perk back up again. ‘soon it will be summer,’ he says to sho happily, ‘and we can all go to the beach and get sunburnt!’
sho nods at him for a bit then pauses. ‘there’s still a few months.’
‘exactly. soon!’ aiba looks up as ohno enters the room still half-asleep. a second passes and he looks back down again.
‘what is it?’ sho questions.
‘hm? spring?’
sho lets out a sigh, ‘not the season.’
‘oh?’
‘strawberry?’ ohno offers, still munching on one of his own with his spare hand.
aiba stares at the bowl for a while. it’s glass and has cute little christmas patterns on it, despite christmas being over. ‘sure,’ he smiles and takes the one with the most condensed milk dripped over it. so sweet. ‘what are you doing tomorrow?’ aiba asks. they have another day off.
the munching stops for a second while ohno thinks. ‘nino said we were doing something. but i don’t know what.’
it’s getting late. sho huddles up closer to aiba’s legs, sound asleep on the floor, and aiba runs fingers absentmindedly through his hair. jun is asleep on the other side of the room. ‘where’s nino now?’
ohno shrugs and leans against aiba, yawning then plucking another strawberry from the bowl.
aiba’s heart jumps a little.
there’s a rainbow across the sky when aiba wakes. he doesn’t remember it raining.
jun looks kind of scary today, aiba thinks, grinning.
‘what’s going on?’ jun asks him, and aiba is sincerely confused. ‘with you!’ he continues, ‘and this whole thing with leader.’
the grin falls. aiba gulps subconsciously.
‘since when did you stop cheering those two on?’ jun never specifies who, but aiba understands.
he’s just unsure on how to answer because he doesn’t even know himself.
aiba tells sho that he likes ohno. he needs someone to talk to. sho snorts and says it’s incredibly obvious anyway.
and then says to tell ohno.
so aiba doesn’t think-sho is smart, sho knows what he’s talking about-but in the end, it feels like he’s just done the stupidest thing possible.
eyes wide, ohno runs and tugs on nino’s shirt and tells him and nino laughs about it to jun and aiba can’t remember a time when his face was more red.
‘so,’ nino muses, ‘what are you going to do?’ he lies back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
the silence stretches on. ohno disappears to find an apple this time. ‘nothing.’ crunch.
ohno makes himself comfortable at nino’s side. the clock on the wall ticks louder and louder as ohno stares at the second hand. it hits the seventeen second mark and nino kisses him.
the sound of the phone covers the ticking of the clock and ohno pulls away to glance at the caller id.
nino only bites his lip a little.
the arrival of spring
aiba/ohno, g, 597 wds.
the wind is strong. the trees bow down as aiba walks past them, footsteps light on the dirt path. it’s a little too quiet, even though the sun has come out of hiding. the park is rarely empty, and aiba can’t help but stare in wonder. his hands are kind of purple but the sun is warm on the back of his neck.
he doesn’t expect to see ohno and nino there. he watches them silently from behind a tree (not suspicious at all), fingers intertwined and arms swinging lightly back and forth. there’s barely a gap between their bodies.
he turns around and walks home.
the winter is finally ending. the flowers are still few, but it’s enough for aiba to perk back up again. ‘soon it will be summer,’ he says to sho happily, ‘and we can all go to the beach and get sunburnt!’
sho nods at him for a bit then pauses. ‘there’s still a few months.’
‘exactly. soon!’ aiba looks up as ohno enters the room still half-asleep. a second passes and he looks back down again.
‘what is it?’ sho questions.
‘hm? spring?’
sho lets out a sigh, ‘not the season.’
‘oh?’
‘strawberry?’ ohno offers, still munching on one of his own with his spare hand.
aiba stares at the bowl for a while. it’s glass and has cute little christmas patterns on it, despite christmas being over. ‘sure,’ he smiles and takes the one with the most condensed milk dripped over it. so sweet. ‘what are you doing tomorrow?’ aiba asks. they have another day off.
the munching stops for a second while ohno thinks. ‘nino said we were doing something. but i don’t know what.’
it’s getting late. sho huddles up closer to aiba’s legs, sound asleep on the floor, and aiba runs fingers absentmindedly through his hair. jun is asleep on the other side of the room. ‘where’s nino now?’
ohno shrugs and leans against aiba, yawning then plucking another strawberry from the bowl.
aiba’s heart jumps a little.
there’s a rainbow across the sky when aiba wakes. he doesn’t remember it raining.
jun looks kind of scary today, aiba thinks, grinning.
‘what’s going on?’ jun asks him, and aiba is sincerely confused. ‘with you!’ he continues, ‘and this whole thing with leader.’
the grin falls. aiba gulps subconsciously.
‘since when did you stop cheering those two on?’ jun never specifies who, but aiba understands.
he’s just unsure on how to answer because he doesn’t even know himself.
aiba tells sho that he likes ohno. he needs someone to talk to. sho snorts and says it’s incredibly obvious anyway.
and then says to tell ohno.
so aiba doesn’t think-sho is smart, sho knows what he’s talking about-but in the end, it feels like he’s just done the stupidest thing possible.
eyes wide, ohno runs and tugs on nino’s shirt and tells him and nino laughs about it to jun and aiba can’t remember a time when his face was more red.
‘so,’ nino muses, ‘what are you going to do?’ he lies back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
the silence stretches on. ohno disappears to find an apple this time. ‘nothing.’ crunch.
ohno makes himself comfortable at nino’s side. the clock on the wall ticks louder and louder as ohno stares at the second hand. it hits the seventeen second mark and nino kisses him.
the sound of the phone covers the ticking of the clock and ohno pulls away to glance at the caller id.
nino only bites his lip a little.