arashi, ohmiya. thursday.
Okay, so, the last time I really wrote anything was about, July 2009. ISN'T IT AMAZING. So basically, Hi guys, remember me? I'm going to completely and utterly blame this on wannatee_1984, because without her, I probably wouldn't have even had the inspiration to write - and this is actually like, 750 words or something! It's her fault I'm totally fkgdkfg over Arashi again okay? And so well, I love her for it. Blabbing, um, I love these boys nng ♥
thursday
ohno/nino, g, 729 wds.
Ohno wakes up one Thursday morning to find himself with cold toes and an inexplicable urge to hold Nino's hand. He looks blearily over at the clock telling him it's still early so he turns over under the covers and squeezes his eyes shut again. All he sees in his head are images of Nino's hands, and just for now he decides to clasp his own together until he can find the real thing.
His alarm wakes him up an hour later and while he's not feeling particularly amazing today -- overtired, headache -- the promise of some quality hand-holding excites him enough for him to be out of bed, dressed, and chowing down a bowl of cereal within ten minutes, and it's only then that he realises that he's even ready too early. He stands over the sink in the bathroom, staring at his untamed hair as he brushes his teeth leisurely to fill time. He gives up trying to deal with his hair; he doesn't have any appearances today anyway.
When he gets into work it's still about twenty minutes early, but Sho's there already and Ohno gives him a small wave as he walks over.
"It's a bit early, but we might as well get started, okay?" Sho says, finishing the last bite of what looks like a salad sandwich.
Ohno frowns a little. "Aren't we waiting for the others?"
Before Sho even says anything, Ohno can tell he's said something wrong from the look on Sho's face. "It's just us today, remember?"
Ohno's heart sinks. "Oh," he mumbles, "right."
Today sucks.
He gets home hours later in exceedingly low spirits, and flops onto his bed, face planted in his pillow. While it shouldn't matter this much -- and any other day, Ohno thinks, it really wouldn't -- this inability to hold Nino's hand is strangely depressing and exhausting. He tries to pout but even that's difficult in this position so he flips onto his back, puts a satisfying pout onto his lips and scrunches his eyebrows together into a frown.
He's going to call him.
His phone is annoyingly out of reach, so he rolls onto the floor and makes another grab for it, pressing the speed dial for Nino and waiting anxiously for it to connect. He's not normally so nervous, but today is special.
"Oh-chan," comes Nino's voice, after only two rings.
The muscles in Ohno's face ease up instantly and his headache seems to magically disappear.
"Oh-chan, are you there?" Nino asks, unsure, when Ohno doesn't reply.
"Mm."
There's silence again for a few seconds before Nino tells him, "I'll be there in a bit. Tell your mum I'll be coming over," and then he hangs up.
Ohno bites down on his lip, not sure of what to do until Nino gets there. His heart is racing and he fiddles with the hemming on his jeans that's starting to fray, tugging at the loose threads. He crawls over to his bedroom door, pops his head out and calls out to tell his mum Nino's coming over and then ducks back inside. In despair, he tries to pat his hair down for a few minutes, to no avail, then fusses about over his shirt and changes into something blue instead, and finally walks out of his room and positions himself near the front door.
It feels like a lifetime he waits, while his mum walks past every now and then shaking her head, and he's fairly sure he hasn't even looked away from the door since he sat down.
When the doorknob turns and the door swings open (Nino has a habit of bypassing the knocking and being welcomed in stage) Ohno forgets momentarily what's going on and sits frozen in his seat. Nino is in the middle of removing his left shoe when Ohno's brain starts working again and he jumps up and grabs Nino's right hand with both of his own. It's only when he looks down that he realises how much this looks like some strange kind of unmoving western-style handshake, and he can't work out how to fix it.
He looks back up and Nino's grinning at him and he knows, Ohno is thinking, so when Nino puts his left hand to Ohno's cheek, all he can do is blush a furious red and force out a lopsided smile.
thursday
ohno/nino, g, 729 wds.
Ohno wakes up one Thursday morning to find himself with cold toes and an inexplicable urge to hold Nino's hand. He looks blearily over at the clock telling him it's still early so he turns over under the covers and squeezes his eyes shut again. All he sees in his head are images of Nino's hands, and just for now he decides to clasp his own together until he can find the real thing.
His alarm wakes him up an hour later and while he's not feeling particularly amazing today -- overtired, headache -- the promise of some quality hand-holding excites him enough for him to be out of bed, dressed, and chowing down a bowl of cereal within ten minutes, and it's only then that he realises that he's even ready too early. He stands over the sink in the bathroom, staring at his untamed hair as he brushes his teeth leisurely to fill time. He gives up trying to deal with his hair; he doesn't have any appearances today anyway.
When he gets into work it's still about twenty minutes early, but Sho's there already and Ohno gives him a small wave as he walks over.
"It's a bit early, but we might as well get started, okay?" Sho says, finishing the last bite of what looks like a salad sandwich.
Ohno frowns a little. "Aren't we waiting for the others?"
Before Sho even says anything, Ohno can tell he's said something wrong from the look on Sho's face. "It's just us today, remember?"
Ohno's heart sinks. "Oh," he mumbles, "right."
Today sucks.
He gets home hours later in exceedingly low spirits, and flops onto his bed, face planted in his pillow. While it shouldn't matter this much -- and any other day, Ohno thinks, it really wouldn't -- this inability to hold Nino's hand is strangely depressing and exhausting. He tries to pout but even that's difficult in this position so he flips onto his back, puts a satisfying pout onto his lips and scrunches his eyebrows together into a frown.
He's going to call him.
His phone is annoyingly out of reach, so he rolls onto the floor and makes another grab for it, pressing the speed dial for Nino and waiting anxiously for it to connect. He's not normally so nervous, but today is special.
"Oh-chan," comes Nino's voice, after only two rings.
The muscles in Ohno's face ease up instantly and his headache seems to magically disappear.
"Oh-chan, are you there?" Nino asks, unsure, when Ohno doesn't reply.
"Mm."
There's silence again for a few seconds before Nino tells him, "I'll be there in a bit. Tell your mum I'll be coming over," and then he hangs up.
Ohno bites down on his lip, not sure of what to do until Nino gets there. His heart is racing and he fiddles with the hemming on his jeans that's starting to fray, tugging at the loose threads. He crawls over to his bedroom door, pops his head out and calls out to tell his mum Nino's coming over and then ducks back inside. In despair, he tries to pat his hair down for a few minutes, to no avail, then fusses about over his shirt and changes into something blue instead, and finally walks out of his room and positions himself near the front door.
It feels like a lifetime he waits, while his mum walks past every now and then shaking her head, and he's fairly sure he hasn't even looked away from the door since he sat down.
When the doorknob turns and the door swings open (Nino has a habit of bypassing the knocking and being welcomed in stage) Ohno forgets momentarily what's going on and sits frozen in his seat. Nino is in the middle of removing his left shoe when Ohno's brain starts working again and he jumps up and grabs Nino's right hand with both of his own. It's only when he looks down that he realises how much this looks like some strange kind of unmoving western-style handshake, and he can't work out how to fix it.
He looks back up and Nino's grinning at him and he knows, Ohno is thinking, so when Nino puts his left hand to Ohno's cheek, all he can do is blush a furious red and force out a lopsided smile.