[fic: arashi] notes
[Title] notes
[Author] turtle_ai
[Disclaimer] I don't own Arashi, or Johnny's Ent. They do own my heart, however.
[Pairing] Ohno/Nino
[Rating] G
[Summary] Scribble. Shuffle. Heart.
[Notes] ...It came out of nowhere. It did. Really. XD
Class is boring, and Nino knows that it’s a fact.
Nino has his head leaning on his left arm, with his right crossed over in an unnatural position above his head. Beside him, Ohno is hunched over his papers and doodling cats in the margin, head bent low, eyes determined, and with the tip of his tongue peeking out the slightest bit. Nino frowns; sometimes, Ohno is too focused on drawing kittens and bunnies and fish, and that way, Nino can’t pass him a note and know that he will respond.
And Nino knows that no one is listening to the teacher talk, anyway. The low, monotonous tone of the teacher’s voice makes all the students look half-dead, and Nino had already played the game of ‘counting the zombies’. Nino only wished that he had some sort of controller so he could pretend to shoot them, too.
Nino yawns.
--
It is only until someone-Ohno, perhaps-nudges him with an elbow that Nino stirs and manages to open one eye, and then the other. Nino sits up straight and wipes at his face. The teacher is still talking, his glasses perched delicately on the bridge of his nose, with his hair slicked back with something that makes it look all shiny. Nino thinks he looks ridiculous.
He puts his head back down; he wants to sleep more. He ignores the poke he receives from Ohno and takes a deep breath. His vision is starting to blur, his head is spinning with only one thought in mind-sleep-and he’ll yawn, just once more before closing his eyes and-
This time, Ohno’s foot swings by, and Nino jerks upright, eyes still only half-lidded, but almost completely awake now.
“Is anything wrong, Ninomiya-kun?”
“Mmrph,” Nino replies. Ohno is straight-faced beside him.
The teacher raises a suspicious eyebrow at him, and turns his back on the class to write something on the chalkboard.
Nino tries to kick back at Ohno, but scowls when his foot connects with nothing but air. Ohno shoots him a cheesy grin and tosses a small, folded piece of paper at Nino’s face. Nino unfolds the piece of paper;
♥
When Nino looks back at Ohno with a raised eyebrow, Ohno just smiles back. Nino writes a message of his own and tosses it back at Ohno. It lands on the floor, but before Ohno can pick it up, the teacher turns back around and starts talking about something or other. Ohno snaps back into his seat with a completely dumbfounded face that leaves Nino snickering gleefully into one hand. Ohno pouts.
--
Something funny smells in the room today.
Scribble.
That’s the food Aiba brought in.
He said something about experimenting with popular food, didn’t he?
Fermented herring, I think?
Sounds yummy. :D
A snort.
Sounds poisonous.
D:
A quirk of the eyebrow.
…Fermented = rotten, right?
Nod.
Sounds yummy, though. :D
…I’m not questioning his intelligence.
Pause.
D:
--
“Aiba-chan, what are you eating?”
“Fermented herring! I’ve never tried it before, but I’ve heard that it’s really good! Want some?” Aiba holds his chopsticks out, a grin on his face.
“Okay,” Ohno agrees.
Nino rolls his eyes and mouths the word ‘poison’ at Sho.
--
Jun-pon would look pretty in purple, wouldn’t he, Oh-chan?
Jun-kun looks pretty in anything. :D
Smirk.
What about a purple dress?
A pause. More scribbling.
Don’t die. D:
A satisfied smile.
I won’t~ ♥
--
“NINOMIYA,” Jun shrieks. Nino snickers and dashes out of the cafeteria, with Jun running after him, eyebrows knit together in fury.
Aiba, Ohno, and Sho watch them until they disappear and go back to eating.
“Jun-chan has his rings on today,” Aiba says.
Ohno pouts.
Finals come and go.
--
A new year. Nino walks into the new classroom and sits in his new seat. It is a nice seat, near the window, and it reminds him of the seat he sat in last. The desk is clean and smells of erasers, and Nino leans his head against the surface of his new desk. He is going to like the new year.
Ohno walks in a few minutes later and smiles when he sees Nino already, sitting there. He steps around the desks and worms into the seat next to Nino’s.
Nino beams. He pulls out a notebook, opens it to the first page, and rips it out.
Let’s have another good year, ‘kay, Oh-chan?
Pause.
[Author] turtle_ai
[Disclaimer] I don't own Arashi, or Johnny's Ent. They do own my heart, however.
[Pairing] Ohno/Nino
[Rating] G
[Summary] Scribble. Shuffle. Heart.
[Notes] ...It came out of nowhere. It did. Really. XD
Class is boring, and Nino knows that it’s a fact.
Nino has his head leaning on his left arm, with his right crossed over in an unnatural position above his head. Beside him, Ohno is hunched over his papers and doodling cats in the margin, head bent low, eyes determined, and with the tip of his tongue peeking out the slightest bit. Nino frowns; sometimes, Ohno is too focused on drawing kittens and bunnies and fish, and that way, Nino can’t pass him a note and know that he will respond.
And Nino knows that no one is listening to the teacher talk, anyway. The low, monotonous tone of the teacher’s voice makes all the students look half-dead, and Nino had already played the game of ‘counting the zombies’. Nino only wished that he had some sort of controller so he could pretend to shoot them, too.
Nino yawns.
--
It is only until someone-Ohno, perhaps-nudges him with an elbow that Nino stirs and manages to open one eye, and then the other. Nino sits up straight and wipes at his face. The teacher is still talking, his glasses perched delicately on the bridge of his nose, with his hair slicked back with something that makes it look all shiny. Nino thinks he looks ridiculous.
He puts his head back down; he wants to sleep more. He ignores the poke he receives from Ohno and takes a deep breath. His vision is starting to blur, his head is spinning with only one thought in mind-sleep-and he’ll yawn, just once more before closing his eyes and-
This time, Ohno’s foot swings by, and Nino jerks upright, eyes still only half-lidded, but almost completely awake now.
“Is anything wrong, Ninomiya-kun?”
“Mmrph,” Nino replies. Ohno is straight-faced beside him.
The teacher raises a suspicious eyebrow at him, and turns his back on the class to write something on the chalkboard.
Nino tries to kick back at Ohno, but scowls when his foot connects with nothing but air. Ohno shoots him a cheesy grin and tosses a small, folded piece of paper at Nino’s face. Nino unfolds the piece of paper;
♥
When Nino looks back at Ohno with a raised eyebrow, Ohno just smiles back. Nino writes a message of his own and tosses it back at Ohno. It lands on the floor, but before Ohno can pick it up, the teacher turns back around and starts talking about something or other. Ohno snaps back into his seat with a completely dumbfounded face that leaves Nino snickering gleefully into one hand. Ohno pouts.
--
Something funny smells in the room today.
Scribble.
That’s the food Aiba brought in.
He said something about experimenting with popular food, didn’t he?
Fermented herring, I think?
Sounds yummy. :D
A snort.
Sounds poisonous.
D:
A quirk of the eyebrow.
…Fermented = rotten, right?
Nod.
Sounds yummy, though. :D
…I’m not questioning his intelligence.
Pause.
D:
--
“Aiba-chan, what are you eating?”
“Fermented herring! I’ve never tried it before, but I’ve heard that it’s really good! Want some?” Aiba holds his chopsticks out, a grin on his face.
“Okay,” Ohno agrees.
Nino rolls his eyes and mouths the word ‘poison’ at Sho.
--
Jun-pon would look pretty in purple, wouldn’t he, Oh-chan?
Jun-kun looks pretty in anything. :D
Smirk.
What about a purple dress?
A pause. More scribbling.
Don’t die. D:
A satisfied smile.
I won’t~ ♥
--
“NINOMIYA,” Jun shrieks. Nino snickers and dashes out of the cafeteria, with Jun running after him, eyebrows knit together in fury.
Aiba, Ohno, and Sho watch them until they disappear and go back to eating.
“Jun-chan has his rings on today,” Aiba says.
Ohno pouts.
Finals come and go.
--
A new year. Nino walks into the new classroom and sits in his new seat. It is a nice seat, near the window, and it reminds him of the seat he sat in last. The desk is clean and smells of erasers, and Nino leans his head against the surface of his new desk. He is going to like the new year.
Ohno walks in a few minutes later and smiles when he sees Nino already, sitting there. He steps around the desks and worms into the seat next to Nino’s.
Nino beams. He pulls out a notebook, opens it to the first page, and rips it out.
Let’s have another good year, ‘kay, Oh-chan?
Pause.