Stubborn Love [5]
Title: Stubborn Love
Author: aibakawaii
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1669
Summary: Nino can be a pretty stubborn student, but there just might be another who can change that.
A/N: So very sorry for lack of updates. 'Twas exam week and I didn't have much access to the computer. D: (And after that I was having an Arashi video watching marathon of course, although I still must watch Saigo no Yakusoku aslkfjsd.)
Chapters: Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4
There he was, laughing about something with Sho and his group of friends Nino didn’t know. Nino was staring openly at Ohno, he knew, but he couldn’t get himself to care. He felt betrayed.
Not because Ohno was with other people, god no, but it was the way Ohno acted with them. If Ohno liked him so much, as Sho said, why would he harass him? Why wouldn’t he show Nino that cute side of him, which Nino actually might like?
Nino’s eyes traveled down to Ohno’s hand, whish he realized with a start was curled into a tight fist. He quickly glanced back up at his eyes; they were glaring daggers at- Nino looked- his dad.
Oh. Nino put his previously forgotten shoes into his shoe locker. Swallowing heavily, Nino quickly jogged up to his dad, who was standing at the school’s entrance and watching him. “What is it?” He asked, keeping his voice calm.
“You forgot these,” the old man said, handing him his piano sheets, which he indeed did forget. “You know, Kazunari, have you been practicing lately?”
Nino’s eyes widened only slightly, hearing the slight dangerous tone of his father. “I-”
“You’ve been at your friend’s house quite often, hm?”
“Well...yes,” Nino said quietly, lowering his eyes.
“Come home right after school today,” he said in a steel voice.
“He has been practicing his music.”
Nino jumped a little, staring at Ohno who had suddenly appeared by his side. But Ohno wasn’t looking at him- and Nino was glad he wasn’t, as his eyes seemed ready to murder while glaring at his dad.
“I’ve heard it,” Ohno said. Nino took note that Ohno had said music, and not exactly piano. He just hoped the old man hadn’t noticed it as well.
“You-” Nino’s dad stared in shock at Ohno, but the stern face soon reappeared and he looked back at Nino.
“Dad, I have to go to the music room after school,” Nino said quickly.
“....Fine, but you better be home by evening.” When his dad finally left, Nino let out a relieved sigh. He glanced at Ohno, who was already walking away. Nino frowned, until he remembered a split second later that he shouldn’t be upset that Ohno hadn’t looked at him once.
“Nino!” Aiba called, running up to him. They both started to walk to their classroom together. “Your dad...I saw him,” Aiba said worriedly.
“Oh, that..was nothing,” Nino shrugged. “He just gave me something I left at home.”
“Ahh, that’s good then,” Aiba said sounding relieved. Nino smiled bitterly.
--
Nino had been staring at the door for ten minutes already. Ohno was late. Maybe he didn’t want to come; he didn’t even look at Nino at all in the morning after all.
Nino finally tore his eyes away and glanced at the piano. Well, he might as well practice something since his dad went through the trouble of giving them to him earlier.
However, as soon as he pressed a key, the door opened and Nino immediately whipped around to face the door, and the older student who entered.
Ohno had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his necktie was gone, and the top buttons of his shirt were left undone. Beads of water were trickling down his hair, down his neck. And as much as Nino hated to think ‘yummy’, his hormones only pointed out that Ohno was simply gorgeous.
“What the he- why are you all wet?!” Nino turned back to face the piano almost as soon as he saw the state Ohno was in, hoping his flushed face wasn’t too visible.
“Just came from P.E.,” Ohno explained, setting his bag carelessly on the floor and walking over to Nino. Ohno bent over and whispered into Nino’s ear, “You’re not blushing, are you?”
Nino slammed his fingers onto the piano keys, causing a loud, lasting sound. He bit his lip, unable to look at Ohno and at a loss for words. Ohno couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, patting Nino’s head and he took a step back.
“You’re so cute, Nino,” Ohno said softly. Nino closed his eyes in frustration of how his own feelings were reacting. “You don’t hate me, do you?”
Taking a deep breath, Nino slowly turned around and opened his eyes, although he couldn’t look Ohno in the eye. “I-I don’t hate you, but I really feel like punching you every time I see you..”
Ohno smiled softly- and for once, it wasn’t a mocking smirk. He brought Nino’s chin up with a long finger, and Nino’s eyes hesitantly met his.
Nino felt his heart skip a beat when he noticed that Ohno’s dark brown eyes looked somewhat gentle.
“Then punch me.”
“Eh?” Nino knew he had to have misunderstood, right?
“Punch me, then. Because I made you sad, didn’t I?”
Nino’s eyes widened for a second, before his bangs fell and covered his eyes from view as he grabbed Ohno’s shirt violently. Nino slammed the student against the wall, hearing a small gasp from him at the impact.
But then Nino pressed their lips together, forcing his tongue into Ohno’s mouth. They mushed their tongues together sloppily- maybe it was that Ohno was still recovering from the shock or Nino was never really experienced enough.
The two slid down onto the floor, and Nino pulled away. He still had Ohno pinned to the wall, although his hold was barely strong enough for Ohno to be unable to escape. Nino was panting lightly, his eyes fixed on the collar of Ohno’s shirt. When he dared to look back up at Ohno, Nino found he couldn’t find out what expression Ohno was holding.
“Keep your promise,” Nino said weakly, looking back down at the bunched up material in his hand. He watched as Ohno’s own hand took his gently, pulling it off from his shirt. He threaded their fingers together and pressed his palm against Nino’s.
“You want to know?”
Nino nodded and swallowed, realizing Ohno’s brown eyes had a look of amusement in them.
“Okay..” Ohno smiled and patted his lap, then rolled his eyes when Nino only stared at it blankly. Ohno took Nino’s arm and tugged. Nino blushed, but he crawled closer to Ohno until he was straddling the older boy’s lap. They were still holding hands, but Nino tried not to think about it too much- he wanted to get that story out of Ohno, even if it meant doing something like this.
“You’re hard to please, huh,” Nino grumbled softly. Ohno chuckled and ruffled Nino’s hair with his free hand.
“Nino, don’t you remember your art tutor?”
“Art- what?” Nino stared at Ohno, frowning. He’d never had an art tutor, unless you counted the time when he was in elementary and his parents wanted to see if he had any hidden talent, so they brought over a kid from some friends who claimed their son was excellent at art. Nino barely remembered him because that was the day his dad came home drunk.
“I was still there, you know. When he came home.” Ohno sounded bitter. “I saw him do that- to you..”
Nino looked away from Ohno. The memories came back clear to him; the memories he had been trying to keep away for so long.
Nino remembered his dad was in a bad mood. Nino thought showing him the picture of his guitar he drew with the help of his ‘tutor’- or Ohno, apparently- would help bring up the mood. He remembered the disappointment when his dad ripped the picture in half. Then his dad took his guitar and bashed it against the wall right above Nino’s head, throwing the broken pieces outside. Nino remembered how it was the last time he cried.
Nino remembered that it was Ohno who let Nino use his shirt as a tissue, even though Nino never really knew who it was that had been there with him at the time because of his shock.
Ohno squeezed Nino’s hand softly, bringing him back to the present.
“Just ‘cause I remember now...” Nino started, hesitated, “I won’t start liking you or anything.”
Ohno laughed, kissing Nino’s forehead lightly. “S’okay, I’d say you admit liking me soon enough anyway.”
“Don’t be so full of yourself.” Nino rolled his eyes and wrenched his hand back, then crawled off of Ohno and stood up. Now that Ohno told him what he wanted to know, Nino had no use for acting all this lovey dovey crap anymore.
“Whaat?” Ohno pouted. “Who’s the one who tongued me? Now that wasn’t necessary, you know.”
Nino scowled at the return of the smug look, which he realized with a start that Ohno hadn’t really used his mocking smiles that much that day.
“Nino,” Ohno called when Nino’s hand rested on the doorknob, ready to leave. “Be careful.”
“Of course,” Nino replied simply, ignoring Ohno’s serious tone. Nino hurried home- he already wasted enough time waiting for Ohno. Although his dad hadn’t said anything for a while after he returned home, Nino wasn’t ready to not receive any bad news yet.
However, it still came as a shock.
“That boy,” he started when they were eating dinner (usually Nino ate alone in his room, but he knew what was to come when his dad invited him to sit at the dinner table), “Don’t hang out with him anymore.”
“O-Ohno?” Nino asked sharply, his grip tightening on his fork.
“You were looking at him earlier, weren’t you? It doesn’t seem your relationship is going too well, and I don’t want you to get distracted from your studies.”
Nino nodded once, keeping his head down and staring at his half-eaten plate of food. He soon excused himself, finding he had no more appetite.
Once it was his bedtime, Nino had already been just lying on his bed for three hours. But even after then, he couldn’t go to sleep. The same question kept playing over in his head:
How was I looking at Ohno?
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A/N: DUN DUN DUN. Erm. Thanks for all the lovely comments, again. ♥ *snifflesobsblowsonNeenshirt*
And now a poll, because..I was just wondering what my readers want me to write mostly. And seeing as how I tend to write a bunch of stuff at the same time, which doesn't accomplish much. Now the results of this poll doesn't mean I'll totally give up on writing one to finish another, but I'll probably work on the one with most votes most.
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Author: aibakawaii
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1669
Summary: Nino can be a pretty stubborn student, but there just might be another who can change that.
A/N: So very sorry for lack of updates. 'Twas exam week and I didn't have much access to the computer. D: (And after that I was having an Arashi video watching marathon of course, although I still must watch Saigo no Yakusoku aslkfjsd.)
Chapters: Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4
There he was, laughing about something with Sho and his group of friends Nino didn’t know. Nino was staring openly at Ohno, he knew, but he couldn’t get himself to care. He felt betrayed.
Not because Ohno was with other people, god no, but it was the way Ohno acted with them. If Ohno liked him so much, as Sho said, why would he harass him? Why wouldn’t he show Nino that cute side of him, which Nino actually might like?
Nino’s eyes traveled down to Ohno’s hand, whish he realized with a start was curled into a tight fist. He quickly glanced back up at his eyes; they were glaring daggers at- Nino looked- his dad.
Oh. Nino put his previously forgotten shoes into his shoe locker. Swallowing heavily, Nino quickly jogged up to his dad, who was standing at the school’s entrance and watching him. “What is it?” He asked, keeping his voice calm.
“You forgot these,” the old man said, handing him his piano sheets, which he indeed did forget. “You know, Kazunari, have you been practicing lately?”
Nino’s eyes widened only slightly, hearing the slight dangerous tone of his father. “I-”
“You’ve been at your friend’s house quite often, hm?”
“Well...yes,” Nino said quietly, lowering his eyes.
“Come home right after school today,” he said in a steel voice.
“He has been practicing his music.”
Nino jumped a little, staring at Ohno who had suddenly appeared by his side. But Ohno wasn’t looking at him- and Nino was glad he wasn’t, as his eyes seemed ready to murder while glaring at his dad.
“I’ve heard it,” Ohno said. Nino took note that Ohno had said music, and not exactly piano. He just hoped the old man hadn’t noticed it as well.
“You-” Nino’s dad stared in shock at Ohno, but the stern face soon reappeared and he looked back at Nino.
“Dad, I have to go to the music room after school,” Nino said quickly.
“....Fine, but you better be home by evening.” When his dad finally left, Nino let out a relieved sigh. He glanced at Ohno, who was already walking away. Nino frowned, until he remembered a split second later that he shouldn’t be upset that Ohno hadn’t looked at him once.
“Nino!” Aiba called, running up to him. They both started to walk to their classroom together. “Your dad...I saw him,” Aiba said worriedly.
“Oh, that..was nothing,” Nino shrugged. “He just gave me something I left at home.”
“Ahh, that’s good then,” Aiba said sounding relieved. Nino smiled bitterly.
--
Nino had been staring at the door for ten minutes already. Ohno was late. Maybe he didn’t want to come; he didn’t even look at Nino at all in the morning after all.
Nino finally tore his eyes away and glanced at the piano. Well, he might as well practice something since his dad went through the trouble of giving them to him earlier.
However, as soon as he pressed a key, the door opened and Nino immediately whipped around to face the door, and the older student who entered.
Ohno had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his necktie was gone, and the top buttons of his shirt were left undone. Beads of water were trickling down his hair, down his neck. And as much as Nino hated to think ‘yummy’, his hormones only pointed out that Ohno was simply gorgeous.
“What the he- why are you all wet?!” Nino turned back to face the piano almost as soon as he saw the state Ohno was in, hoping his flushed face wasn’t too visible.
“Just came from P.E.,” Ohno explained, setting his bag carelessly on the floor and walking over to Nino. Ohno bent over and whispered into Nino’s ear, “You’re not blushing, are you?”
Nino slammed his fingers onto the piano keys, causing a loud, lasting sound. He bit his lip, unable to look at Ohno and at a loss for words. Ohno couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, patting Nino’s head and he took a step back.
“You’re so cute, Nino,” Ohno said softly. Nino closed his eyes in frustration of how his own feelings were reacting. “You don’t hate me, do you?”
Taking a deep breath, Nino slowly turned around and opened his eyes, although he couldn’t look Ohno in the eye. “I-I don’t hate you, but I really feel like punching you every time I see you..”
Ohno smiled softly- and for once, it wasn’t a mocking smirk. He brought Nino’s chin up with a long finger, and Nino’s eyes hesitantly met his.
Nino felt his heart skip a beat when he noticed that Ohno’s dark brown eyes looked somewhat gentle.
“Then punch me.”
“Eh?” Nino knew he had to have misunderstood, right?
“Punch me, then. Because I made you sad, didn’t I?”
Nino’s eyes widened for a second, before his bangs fell and covered his eyes from view as he grabbed Ohno’s shirt violently. Nino slammed the student against the wall, hearing a small gasp from him at the impact.
But then Nino pressed their lips together, forcing his tongue into Ohno’s mouth. They mushed their tongues together sloppily- maybe it was that Ohno was still recovering from the shock or Nino was never really experienced enough.
The two slid down onto the floor, and Nino pulled away. He still had Ohno pinned to the wall, although his hold was barely strong enough for Ohno to be unable to escape. Nino was panting lightly, his eyes fixed on the collar of Ohno’s shirt. When he dared to look back up at Ohno, Nino found he couldn’t find out what expression Ohno was holding.
“Keep your promise,” Nino said weakly, looking back down at the bunched up material in his hand. He watched as Ohno’s own hand took his gently, pulling it off from his shirt. He threaded their fingers together and pressed his palm against Nino’s.
“You want to know?”
Nino nodded and swallowed, realizing Ohno’s brown eyes had a look of amusement in them.
“Okay..” Ohno smiled and patted his lap, then rolled his eyes when Nino only stared at it blankly. Ohno took Nino’s arm and tugged. Nino blushed, but he crawled closer to Ohno until he was straddling the older boy’s lap. They were still holding hands, but Nino tried not to think about it too much- he wanted to get that story out of Ohno, even if it meant doing something like this.
“You’re hard to please, huh,” Nino grumbled softly. Ohno chuckled and ruffled Nino’s hair with his free hand.
“Nino, don’t you remember your art tutor?”
“Art- what?” Nino stared at Ohno, frowning. He’d never had an art tutor, unless you counted the time when he was in elementary and his parents wanted to see if he had any hidden talent, so they brought over a kid from some friends who claimed their son was excellent at art. Nino barely remembered him because that was the day his dad came home drunk.
“I was still there, you know. When he came home.” Ohno sounded bitter. “I saw him do that- to you..”
Nino looked away from Ohno. The memories came back clear to him; the memories he had been trying to keep away for so long.
Nino remembered his dad was in a bad mood. Nino thought showing him the picture of his guitar he drew with the help of his ‘tutor’- or Ohno, apparently- would help bring up the mood. He remembered the disappointment when his dad ripped the picture in half. Then his dad took his guitar and bashed it against the wall right above Nino’s head, throwing the broken pieces outside. Nino remembered how it was the last time he cried.
Nino remembered that it was Ohno who let Nino use his shirt as a tissue, even though Nino never really knew who it was that had been there with him at the time because of his shock.
Ohno squeezed Nino’s hand softly, bringing him back to the present.
“Just ‘cause I remember now...” Nino started, hesitated, “I won’t start liking you or anything.”
Ohno laughed, kissing Nino’s forehead lightly. “S’okay, I’d say you admit liking me soon enough anyway.”
“Don’t be so full of yourself.” Nino rolled his eyes and wrenched his hand back, then crawled off of Ohno and stood up. Now that Ohno told him what he wanted to know, Nino had no use for acting all this lovey dovey crap anymore.
“Whaat?” Ohno pouted. “Who’s the one who tongued me? Now that wasn’t necessary, you know.”
Nino scowled at the return of the smug look, which he realized with a start that Ohno hadn’t really used his mocking smiles that much that day.
“Nino,” Ohno called when Nino’s hand rested on the doorknob, ready to leave. “Be careful.”
“Of course,” Nino replied simply, ignoring Ohno’s serious tone. Nino hurried home- he already wasted enough time waiting for Ohno. Although his dad hadn’t said anything for a while after he returned home, Nino wasn’t ready to not receive any bad news yet.
However, it still came as a shock.
“That boy,” he started when they were eating dinner (usually Nino ate alone in his room, but he knew what was to come when his dad invited him to sit at the dinner table), “Don’t hang out with him anymore.”
“O-Ohno?” Nino asked sharply, his grip tightening on his fork.
“You were looking at him earlier, weren’t you? It doesn’t seem your relationship is going too well, and I don’t want you to get distracted from your studies.”
Nino nodded once, keeping his head down and staring at his half-eaten plate of food. He soon excused himself, finding he had no more appetite.
Once it was his bedtime, Nino had already been just lying on his bed for three hours. But even after then, he couldn’t go to sleep. The same question kept playing over in his head:
How was I looking at Ohno?
next
A/N: DUN DUN DUN. Erm. Thanks for all the lovely comments, again. ♥ *snifflesobsblowsonNeenshirt*
And now a poll, because..I was just wondering what my readers want me to write mostly. And seeing as how I tend to write a bunch of stuff at the same time, which doesn't accomplish much. Now the results of this poll doesn't mean I'll totally give up on writing one to finish another, but I'll probably work on the one with most votes most.
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