[aimiya] 僕の宝物 4/?
TITLE: 僕の宝物 4/?
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari
RATING: G
LENGTH: 591 words
A/N: Set after 2012.12.16 Tokyo Dome Popcorn concert and based on Nino's birthday message to Aiba :) Now a drabble series! This part is kind of Christmas-y :D Merry Christmas everyone!
Dinner was completed relatively calmly, Nino not failing to make sure that Aiba got in two mouthfuls of food for every one mouthful that he himself had. They were now pressed side by side at Aiba’s tiny sink, attempting to make a collaborative dishwashing effort successful. Nino had been assigned to the rinsing but was steadily getting impatient with the amount of time he had to wait in between receiving a new piece of freshly bubbled dinnerware.
“You don’t have to scrub everything for 5 minutes, you know.” he muttered.
“I’m not!” Aiba retorted, passing off the plate he had just been scrubbing in defence.
“About time,” Nino chuckled, “I was afraid Mr. Plate was going to lose a few layers of skin.” He turned on the tap and let water wash over both sides of the plate, briefly running his fingers over any traces of soap suds which remained. It was a 5 second job and once it was over he was left waiting again. He glanced over at Aiba expectantly.
“Stop complaining,” said the taller man, continuing to give the second plate the same amount of treatment the first had received.
“I will when you hurry- OI!”
There was suddenly a cold foamy wetness on his right cheek, and Nino elbowed Aiba in his side, sending the taller man into a fit of giggles. Nino glared at him.
“Aww I’m sorry,” he said rather unapologetically, still trying to stifle his laughter, “Come here, I’ll wipe it off for you.”
Nino probably should’ve known it was a bad idea to get closer to Aiba, but his feet had already made up their mind, carrying him effortlessly towards the other man. He looked up at Aiba, waiting for the promised removal of the suds, but instead he saw the crinkles at the edge of the older man’s round eyes deepen and then he felt wetness on his other cheek. Great.
Aiba was cackling now, obviously highly impressed with himself. Nino on the other hand, was sure he was now sporting a patchy bubble beard, or something ridiculous like that, and was far from impressed. He chewed his bottom lip, deciding what insult he should throw at the lanky idiot.
“Ma-” He was cut off by a hard pinch to his nose.
Aiba ignored Nino’s whines of "Oww" and held his small nose firmly between his fingertips. With his free hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After a few more seconds of struggling and avoiding Nino’s attempts to punch and kick him, Aiba released Nino’s nose. “Perfect!” he exclaimed as the shutter noise on his phone went off.
Three seconds later Nino’s phone beeped. His face went from unamused to severely unamused when he saw what the message bore.
FROM: Ma-kun
SUBJECT: Santa Kazu! My favorite <3
The content of the text was unmistakably the photo which had just been taken. Nino examined himself. His nose was red and there was soap foam all over his face, vaguely outlining what may be called a ‘beard’. His expression was a mix between annoyed and shocked. To sum things up, he wasn’t looking like a good-looking guy.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too.” Aiba replied nonchalantly, flashing his own phone before Nino’s eyes before shoving it back in his pocket. It was a blur but Nino knew that his wallpaper had been changed.
“I really hate you.”
Still, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling pathetically when Aiba stepped forward and wiped his face clean with a tea towel.
~~~
A/N: I promise this will get somewhere eventually! Aiba's birthday has passed in reality but...not yet in this fic haha... Enjoy :D
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari
RATING: G
LENGTH: 591 words
A/N: Set after 2012.12.16 Tokyo Dome Popcorn concert and based on Nino's birthday message to Aiba :) Now a drabble series! This part is kind of Christmas-y :D Merry Christmas everyone!
Dinner was completed relatively calmly, Nino not failing to make sure that Aiba got in two mouthfuls of food for every one mouthful that he himself had. They were now pressed side by side at Aiba’s tiny sink, attempting to make a collaborative dishwashing effort successful. Nino had been assigned to the rinsing but was steadily getting impatient with the amount of time he had to wait in between receiving a new piece of freshly bubbled dinnerware.
“You don’t have to scrub everything for 5 minutes, you know.” he muttered.
“I’m not!” Aiba retorted, passing off the plate he had just been scrubbing in defence.
“About time,” Nino chuckled, “I was afraid Mr. Plate was going to lose a few layers of skin.” He turned on the tap and let water wash over both sides of the plate, briefly running his fingers over any traces of soap suds which remained. It was a 5 second job and once it was over he was left waiting again. He glanced over at Aiba expectantly.
“Stop complaining,” said the taller man, continuing to give the second plate the same amount of treatment the first had received.
“I will when you hurry- OI!”
There was suddenly a cold foamy wetness on his right cheek, and Nino elbowed Aiba in his side, sending the taller man into a fit of giggles. Nino glared at him.
“Aww I’m sorry,” he said rather unapologetically, still trying to stifle his laughter, “Come here, I’ll wipe it off for you.”
Nino probably should’ve known it was a bad idea to get closer to Aiba, but his feet had already made up their mind, carrying him effortlessly towards the other man. He looked up at Aiba, waiting for the promised removal of the suds, but instead he saw the crinkles at the edge of the older man’s round eyes deepen and then he felt wetness on his other cheek. Great.
Aiba was cackling now, obviously highly impressed with himself. Nino on the other hand, was sure he was now sporting a patchy bubble beard, or something ridiculous like that, and was far from impressed. He chewed his bottom lip, deciding what insult he should throw at the lanky idiot.
“Ma-” He was cut off by a hard pinch to his nose.
Aiba ignored Nino’s whines of "Oww" and held his small nose firmly between his fingertips. With his free hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After a few more seconds of struggling and avoiding Nino’s attempts to punch and kick him, Aiba released Nino’s nose. “Perfect!” he exclaimed as the shutter noise on his phone went off.
Three seconds later Nino’s phone beeped. His face went from unamused to severely unamused when he saw what the message bore.
FROM: Ma-kun
SUBJECT: Santa Kazu! My favorite <3
The content of the text was unmistakably the photo which had just been taken. Nino examined himself. His nose was red and there was soap foam all over his face, vaguely outlining what may be called a ‘beard’. His expression was a mix between annoyed and shocked. To sum things up, he wasn’t looking like a good-looking guy.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too.” Aiba replied nonchalantly, flashing his own phone before Nino’s eyes before shoving it back in his pocket. It was a blur but Nino knew that his wallpaper had been changed.
“I really hate you.”
Still, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling pathetically when Aiba stepped forward and wiped his face clean with a tea towel.
~~~
A/N: I promise this will get somewhere eventually! Aiba's birthday has passed in reality but...not yet in this fic haha... Enjoy :D