ohmiya ficlet #4
Title: it's a love story (baby just say yes)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Pairing(s): ohmiya
Summary: what better time for a proposal than in hawaii?
Notes: more!! proposals!! now!!
“Marry me.”
Nino doesn't look up from his DS. “Why?”
Ohno pouts at him. “Because I want to?”
“Not a good enough reason,” Nino glances up at him, more amused than anything. “Come back when you think you can convince me.”
Ohno sticks his tongue out at him childishly, flopping on Nino and nuzzling his head at the junction between his neck and shoulder. “Not cute at all,” he pouts, and Nino laughs, tilting his head so that they fit together perfectly.
Ohno leans against the balcony, not even sparing a glance at the gorgeous sunset behind him. “Nino, let’s get married!”
Nino quirks a smile and steps forward, bringing their clasped hands closer between them. “Do you have a reason for me yet?”
“Because of the tax benefits?” Ohno tries, eyes huge and liquid. Nino tilts his head back with the force of his laugh, and Ohno is irresistibly charmed, the way he always has been.
“Nice try, Captain,” Nino says, grinning. “But that only works here in Hawaii. I need a reason not to divorce your ass the minute we land in Japan.”
“...you like my ass!” Ohno says, and can barely keep the look of mock-betrayal on his face for a second before dissolving into giggles with Nino, their hands tightening on each other.
“Because I’ll have sex with you?”
Nino gives him a deadpan look. “We do that already.”
“STOP BEING GROSS AND GET YOUR ASS ON-STAGE,” Jun shouts from where he’s rushing to change, and Nino drops a kiss on the corner of Ohno’s pouting lips before following suit.
“Try harder!” he calls behind him, and gets his grin under control for the next set.
“Ninoooooo, marrryyyyyy meeeeeee,” Ohno slurs, leaning heavily on him. Sho stares at him, and Aiba lets out an audible gasp.
Nino just rolls his eyes. “Give it another go later, Leader,” he says, and only resents him a little for passing out on him and leaving him to the members’ torrent of questions.
It’s after their concert, and Ohno slips into his room, still teary-eyed. Nino smiles up from where he’s reading his script.
“Satoshi,” he greets. “Finished the waterworks with J and Aiba-chan?”
Ohno shrugs, unembarrassed, and pads over to their bed. He kneels on both feet, holding up his hands expectantly. Nino gives an amused huff, but obligingly slips their hands together.
“Nino, I want to marry you,” he says. And Nino ducks his head down, touching their foreheads together.
“That wasn't a question,” he says. “And you didn't give me an answer to my question, either.”
Ohno’s nose wrinkles in irritation, familiar and still terribly dear, even after almost two decades. “You know what my question is, and my answer is in every day since we’ve met. You know that.”
“I’d like it in words, though,” Nino says, the edges of his eyes crinkling, and Ohno has known from the beginning how this would end. He thinks.
“Because I love you?” he tries. Nino shakes his head.
“Is that enough, though? For as long as we live?”
“We’re in our thirties, so it’s not as long as you're making it sound,” Ohno informs him, and Nino laughs. Ohno kisses that laugh, etches it in his mind the same way he carves every moment with Nino in his memory, to keep for the rest of his life. “And besides, I don't want anyone else. Just Nino.”
Nino’s eyes ducks at that, like he’s somehow still embarrassed when Ohno says things like this, no matter how many times he’s heard it. His smile, when Ohno sees it, is a small, beautiful thing.
“Okay, then,” he whispers. “I’ll marry you, you giant sap.”
Ohno’s cheer as he tackles Nino into the bed has the other members barging in to see what’s wrong, and for once, Nino’s too overwhelmingly happy to be even a little annoyed.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Pairing(s): ohmiya
Summary: what better time for a proposal than in hawaii?
Notes: more!! proposals!! now!!
“Marry me.”
Nino doesn't look up from his DS. “Why?”
Ohno pouts at him. “Because I want to?”
“Not a good enough reason,” Nino glances up at him, more amused than anything. “Come back when you think you can convince me.”
Ohno sticks his tongue out at him childishly, flopping on Nino and nuzzling his head at the junction between his neck and shoulder. “Not cute at all,” he pouts, and Nino laughs, tilting his head so that they fit together perfectly.
Ohno leans against the balcony, not even sparing a glance at the gorgeous sunset behind him. “Nino, let’s get married!”
Nino quirks a smile and steps forward, bringing their clasped hands closer between them. “Do you have a reason for me yet?”
“Because of the tax benefits?” Ohno tries, eyes huge and liquid. Nino tilts his head back with the force of his laugh, and Ohno is irresistibly charmed, the way he always has been.
“Nice try, Captain,” Nino says, grinning. “But that only works here in Hawaii. I need a reason not to divorce your ass the minute we land in Japan.”
“...you like my ass!” Ohno says, and can barely keep the look of mock-betrayal on his face for a second before dissolving into giggles with Nino, their hands tightening on each other.
“Because I’ll have sex with you?”
Nino gives him a deadpan look. “We do that already.”
“STOP BEING GROSS AND GET YOUR ASS ON-STAGE,” Jun shouts from where he’s rushing to change, and Nino drops a kiss on the corner of Ohno’s pouting lips before following suit.
“Try harder!” he calls behind him, and gets his grin under control for the next set.
“Ninoooooo, marrryyyyyy meeeeeee,” Ohno slurs, leaning heavily on him. Sho stares at him, and Aiba lets out an audible gasp.
Nino just rolls his eyes. “Give it another go later, Leader,” he says, and only resents him a little for passing out on him and leaving him to the members’ torrent of questions.
It’s after their concert, and Ohno slips into his room, still teary-eyed. Nino smiles up from where he’s reading his script.
“Satoshi,” he greets. “Finished the waterworks with J and Aiba-chan?”
Ohno shrugs, unembarrassed, and pads over to their bed. He kneels on both feet, holding up his hands expectantly. Nino gives an amused huff, but obligingly slips their hands together.
“Nino, I want to marry you,” he says. And Nino ducks his head down, touching their foreheads together.
“That wasn't a question,” he says. “And you didn't give me an answer to my question, either.”
Ohno’s nose wrinkles in irritation, familiar and still terribly dear, even after almost two decades. “You know what my question is, and my answer is in every day since we’ve met. You know that.”
“I’d like it in words, though,” Nino says, the edges of his eyes crinkling, and Ohno has known from the beginning how this would end. He thinks.
“Because I love you?” he tries. Nino shakes his head.
“Is that enough, though? For as long as we live?”
“We’re in our thirties, so it’s not as long as you're making it sound,” Ohno informs him, and Nino laughs. Ohno kisses that laugh, etches it in his mind the same way he carves every moment with Nino in his memory, to keep for the rest of his life. “And besides, I don't want anyone else. Just Nino.”
Nino’s eyes ducks at that, like he’s somehow still embarrassed when Ohno says things like this, no matter how many times he’s heard it. His smile, when Ohno sees it, is a small, beautiful thing.
“Okay, then,” he whispers. “I’ll marry you, you giant sap.”
Ohno’s cheer as he tackles Nino into the bed has the other members barging in to see what’s wrong, and for once, Nino’s too overwhelmingly happy to be even a little annoyed.