Title: Thank You for the Rain
Chapter: 7/30
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: several
Word count: 1127
Notes: Sorry, still no Ohno. XD;
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chapter 6 07. Sho: Singing in the rain.
Talking with Ohno had been fun. In that nervous, stupid, babbling whatever came to your mind kind of way. By the time Ohno turned towards his home and Sho headed to the train station, he was fairly certain that Ohno thought that he was a complete idiot. He didn’t remember most of the things he had talked about, but he was sure all of it had been pretty stupid. Ohno hadn’t said much, so he had panicked a little, trying to come up with things to say so that they wouldn’t fall into a complete silence.
Still, it had been fun, and when he got Ohno to say something, it had been even better. Even if he was quiet, Ohno still was easy to talk to. It felt like he didn’t have to avoid a topic so that Ohno wouldn’t laugh at him. It was a nice change.
When Sho arrived at the train station he was drenched from the rain, but still in a good mood. The platform was fairly crowded, so he walked further away from the entrance, just to get some more room for himself.
Then he spotted the rude boy from before - the one he had met at the lockers at school - standing with a taller boy a little way away from him. The small boy was talking animatedly to the other. The kid with the book was nowhere to be seen.
“Hm, he’s found a new victim already...” Sho thought and hid behind a tall man. He didn’t really want to draw the boy’s attention to himself. Once in a day was enough.
Of course, things never did seem to go the way he wanted when that boy was in question.
It might have been his own fault for getting into a fight with him, though. He could have ignored the boy, he didn’t have to care about what the boy thought about him. He could have just let it be. He could have chosen another train car instead of the one that the boy and his friend chose. He had a full control of his own actions, he could have chosen to avoid the situation in many different ways.
It had definitely been his own fault.
Ninomiya was the most infuriating, annoying, illogical, venomous little thing he had ever met. Those hard eyes and the way they drilled into his head and the words that he said made his blood boil. And still, he wasn’t really angry at him. He felt curiously helpless when he stood face to face with him, like he couldn’t really control himself. The boy was able to make him lose his calm. It made him think that somehow he actually wanted to lose to Ninomiya, like he needed this boy to accept him, whatever it would take. It was vaguely discomforting to realize. He didn’t particularly like feeling helpless and he positively hated losing, so he would prove that Ninomiya was wrong about him. That would settle things.
Well, he at least hoped it would.
“Um, hi?” someone muttered. Sho turned to look and saw the tall boy that had been with Nino. He had a shy, apologetic expression on his face.
“Hi?” Sho smiled to the boy. He guessed the last stop had been Ninomiya’s stop, since this boy was now alone.
“I’m sorry about Nino. I just met him today, but I don’t think he’s usually that mean. I guess he had a bad day... He’s actually pretty nice.” The boy said, looking apologetic.
“Oh? People call him Nino?” It was a pretty cute nickname. Sho could see that it could suit Ninomiya, when he wasn’t being angry and provocative, at least.
“Uh, well, he told me that his friends call him Nino and that I should too,” Aiba shrugged. “I guess I’m his friend then.”
Sho laughed. “I guess.”
“Oh, I’m Aiba. Aiba Masaki.”
“Sakurai Sho,” Sho smiled wider and shook Aiba’s hand.
How did you fight against someone like Ninomiya? It seemed like there was no logic at all in how Ninomiya acted towards anyone. Sho had heard the friendly talk he and Aiba had been having before the talk had turned to him. He had seen how hard Ninomiya had tried to make the other boy laugh. How hard he had wanted to please him. So why was he so friendly and sweet to others and then so horrible towards other people? He had met both him and Aiba on the same day, knew exactly the same amount of things about both of them... Why was it different?
What did Aiba have that he didn’t?
He examined Aiba, who seemed to have some difficulties in coming up with more to say to Sho. Maybe Ninomiya liked people that were quieter than him, that somehow seemed to need him in their lives? Or maybe he liked weak people, who he could boss around?
Sho didn’t know why it was so important to him to show to Nino that he wasn’t a bad guy. It wasn’t just because his pride had been hurt. There was something more to it... Maybe it was just because not many people acted this way towards him. Generally people liked him or wanted to make him like them. Maybe he had just been bored? Maybe it was just because this was different from the normal way things went.
Sho hoped it was only because of that. He didn’t really know what to make about the way his heart had raced, how his cheeks had felt hot and how his head had been buzzing while he had been fighting with Nino. Of course, it was only because of the adrenaline.
Right?
“So, how do you know Nino?” Sho asked from Aiba.
“We’re in the same class,” Aiba shrugged.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Well, this was his first day in our school. I think he said that his father’s job makes them move a lot.”
“Really? What does his father do?”
Aiba shrugged. “I don’t know. Nino didn’t say.”
“Oh.”
The train stopped on another station. “My stop,” Aiba said. “I have to go.”
“Okay,” Sho nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Aiba waved his hand and left.
Next stop was Sho’s, and when he left the train, he wondered if his life was about to change. Maybe it was only because of Ohno and Nino and even Aiba, but he felt like something interesting was going to happen soon. New people were always potential new friends, even if one of them seemed to hate him right now.
It was still raining when he arrived home. Even getting wet and fighting on the train and having a mountain of homework to do didn’t seem to be able to crush his good mood.