Title: Thank You for the Rain
Chapter: 3/?
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: probably several
Word count: 897
Notes: hmm. I don't exactly know what to say about this chapter. Just introducing Ohno and his improbable fanboy qualities?
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chapter 2 03. Ohno: communication practice for dummies
That was what he liked about Sho, Satoshi thought when he ducked behind the corner so that the four people over at the lockers couldn’t see him. Sho could be a big lump of a jock one moment and then suddenly turn into a sweet guy when there was someone who needed help. Or maybe Sho was considerate all the time, he didn’t know, because he just didn’t know Sho well enough. Satoshi wished that he could figure out a way to talk to Sho, especially without getting flustered. Actually being able to say something would be a nice change too. He had wanted to thank him for helping him out all those times, but had never really got to it. There were always so many distractions around Sho.
He knew it was a bit ridiculous, but there was something about Sho that made people respect him. And it wasn’t just because he was popular and good at sports. He was kind and considerate towards others and never acted like he was superior to anyone.
Satoshi felt a bit disgusted with himself. He really didn’t want to sound like a complete Sho-fan, not even in his own head.
First, he probably should stop stalking Sho like some scary fanboy. He sighed and stepped around the corner, heading for his locker to get his stuff and pretending to ignore Sho and his friend. The other two boys had already left.
“Must have been a new student,” Yuichi was saying to Sho. “I’ve never seen him before either. He had a bit of an attitude problem, eh? And what’s with the hair?” Yuichi laughed, patting Sho on the shoulder. “He got you scared, though, didn’t he? You were so meek, it was a bit embarrassing to watch.”
“Oh, shut up. I was just being courteous.”
“No, that was being sheepish. You’re a senior, you should be keeping the little ones in check. He was a pretty rude guy.” Yuichi shook his head. “Well, I’ll be going now. I can’t keep Mika waiting for my charming self, can I? See ya!” Yuichi waved his hand and left Sho alone.
The hallway was slowly filling with more students ready to get home, but no one was bothering Sho, who continued to slowly pick his things up. He was frowning slightly and glancing outside from time to time, probably wishing that the rain would start showing signs of stopping.
This was his chance to talk to Sho, Satoshi told himself. He just needed to walk over there and start a conversation. Nothing more. Lot of people did things like this every day.
But as usual, his brain and his mouth really didn’t work that well together, so he remained silent and just walked past Sho, trying to look like he didn’t even notice him. He stepped outside and opened his umbrella.
“Oh! Wait!” he heard Sho’s voice yell, before a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned, startled and a little bit frightened, expecting to see one of the guys that always bullied him standing behind him, but it was only Sho. He smiled apologetically and rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “Can I ask you a favour?” he said.
”...Sure?” Satoshi nodded, not really believing that Sho had actually talked to him.
“You see, I forgot to take my umbrella with me when I left home this morning... We’re heading the same way, so could we go together? It’s really raining hard out there. I’d be completely soaked before I left the school yard.” Sho made a face. “But if you have anywhere to go or something to do, I won’t bother you... Please?”
Satoshi wanted to ask why Sho hadn’t gone home with one of his friends, but thought it would probably sound rude and like he didn’t want to help. And that wasn’t true. So he gave a small smile to Sho, nodding. “Sure,” he said. “I don’t really mind.”
Sho’s grin was huge. “Thanks so much! You saved my life! Here, let me hold the umbrella for you. Are you going all the way to the train station too?”
Sho was chatting with him so easily. Satoshi marvelled how effortless it was to fall into a conversation with him, without really needing to think about everything he said before letting it out of his mouth. If they were in danger of running out of things to say, Sho easily directed the talk to a new topic. They talked about the rain, TV programs they had watched, how dull their math teacher was and how their chemistry teacher seemed to be a little bit unstable in the head.
It was all so easy and ordinary and Sho’s laughter was contagious, but still Satoshi felt uneasy, walking next to Sho like this. There was a knot in the pit of his stomach, just like every time he had to do a speech in front of the class or when he had to show one of his paintings to someone who wasn’t his mother. He knew that he was trying so hard to sound interesting, so that Sho would like him and want to talk to him more, that he was actually getting a headache from it. And even with all his effort, he still let Sho do most of the talking.
Sometimes it really sucked to be him.