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For blufox_o7 , Nino/Sho, Nino/Ohno
I tried my best bb, even if it turned into a monster drabble 500 words: / I hope you like it
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There is a fine line, just barely there, that separates love and like. Nino likes to think he’s straddling the middle, because his heart is rather torn, perhaps with one side a little bigger than the other. He’s not sure when it became all messed up, this line, because one moment it all seemed so clear, and the next second, he’s floundering in a mess of confusion, and salty tears, and broken hearts.
It’s vivid in his mind, the day he had made the choice and set his mind on the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. He thought he was right, because not only were his feelings reciprocated; they were also returned in full force, with far more passion than Nino knew he would be able to give back. But it was beautiful, gentle, and a tiny bit of perfect, and Nino was contented. He was able to sleep, knowing that he would be safe in someone’s arms when he woke up and he’d thought that was good enough for him.
It isn’t.
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Sho likes holding Nino. Nino is small and warm and a tiny bit bony. Nino is full of hard corners and sharp pokey angles. He talks too much, sleeps too little and doesn’t enjoy displays of affection, even in private. But Sho likes Nino, loves Nino; loves him so much that it hurts just from loving. Perhaps, Sho muses, as he cuddles Nino a little tighter than usual, it’s not the fact that Nino loves someone a little bit more than he loves Sho that hurts as much as the fact that he can’t stop loving Nino anyway.
It’s true.
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Ohno picks up the phone on the fifth ring, even though he’s been staring at the screen for three whole hours. It’s Nino, Ohno knows it even if he doesn’t have caller Id, mostly because he just knows and partly because it’s three in the morning and only Nino would be inconsiderate enough to call at a time like that. He answers quietly, just so Nino will think he’s been sleeping and get flustered; Ohno likes it when Nino gets flustered. He supposes that Sho is sleeping, because Nino only waits till Sho is asleep before creeping out to the bathroom. Or perhaps Sho is lying alone, staring at the empty space beside him and shedding a few quick tears that he’ll allow himself before Nino comes back.
Ohno knows that he isn’t helping, he’s encouraging it because he wants himself to, no matter how hard he tells himself otherwise. He supplies helpful hmms and mms as Nino whispers into the phone, probably as broken as he sounds over the static of the phone and purses his lips. He’s not sure how much longer thi can go on, or if any of them will have their happy ending. He’s not sure, doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know.
He knows.
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For pebblegosling , OH-TEE-PEE
Weird and AU, but it’s OTP and I hope you like it♥
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He would have been perfectly coiffed, had he not been wearing fishing boots under his suit. It’s a nice suit, clearly expensive (not that Nino knows much about suits), perfectly cut, with thick, dark fabric leading down slim legs (from a rather amazing ass). Nino can see the weird green peeking out from under the folds of the pant legs. The man stares into space, at the safe sex poster on the other side of the train. He doesn’t move for the next forty-two minutes of the ride.
Nino misses his stop, goes eight stops past his mother’s house on the other side of the city and keeps an eye on the guy sitting next to him. While he’s pretty sure that the guy hasn’t noticed him yet, he’s not very sure of why he’s following a random stranger around, for the sole reason that he’s wearing fishing boots. Perhaps, he thinks, his brain has been fried from Sho’s seven millionth sermon on how he’s wasting his life away as a junior accountant when he can obviously do so much better.
The train reaches the very last stop on the route. The man gets up and goes out. Nino notes how he manages to walk so gracefully, almost like a dance, despite heavy looking, clumpy boots on his feet. Nino watches as the man peers at the train map carefully, murmuring under his breath as his eyes trail down the stations. The man shakes his head and chuckles to himself, and boards a return train. Nino gapes and follows close behind.
It turns out that the man gets off at the same station as Nino does. Nino is exasperated and rather charmed all at the same time. He arrives for work later that day, after hanging around the station till the second last morning train. Sho sits him down, and whispers that the new senior accountant will be starting work today and Nino had better be on his best behavior. Nino rolls his eyes, only to stop mid-roll as a sun burnt face appears in the door way.
He grins to himself, as Sho pulls him up by the sleeve to greet his new colleague. The world works in mysterious ways, and Nino intends to milk that for all it’s worth.
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For calerine , Ohno/aiba
THIS IS JUST THE short, crappy BEGINNING BB. That v6 monster is somewhere on it’s way:/
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Aiba likes sunshine, he likes the way it’s pretty and yellow and happy and warm. He likes the way things seem to fall in place just right when he’s basking under the sunbeams, not a care in the world. It’s nice, being able to relax, something he’s been sorely missing these days.
But sometimes, when he’s really, really extra tired, he’ll feel gentle hands steering him away from his script and into a sun chair. He’ll feel another warm body sliding in next to him and the sunlight ghosting over his cheeks. Perhaps, if he’s extra, extra, extra, he’ll feel fingers sliding over his shoulders, kneading lightly as he sighs and smiles. Ohno always presses a feather light kiss on his nose, a secret sign from a secret time, so long ago that neither of them actually remembers it.
Aiba likes sunshine, and there’s only one thing that he might like even more.
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I promise i'll get the other ones up asap♥
I've been slacking off writing lately, because I've been doing intensive studying and this is the only time I've snatched for myself to use the internet. But I'll try to be on at least once a week :/
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