toasted (measures of protection) [arashi rps]
Toasted (Measures of Protection)
Aiba/Sho/Ohno; prompt: sunblock | 嵐 RPS | PG | ~400 words
A belated birthday gift for myjulien, who I am just starting to get to know, but who is absolutely lovely and deserves the greatest year ever. ♥
Ohno is a bit confused when he reaches into his bag and pulls out the tube of lotion. His first thought was Jun had accidentally tossed his hand lotion into Ohno's stuff, but Jun's tube was smaller and light blue instead of white and yellow. He reads the back label, which extols to him the virtues of shea butter and chaomomile recutita for natural skin protection and briefly debates calling Matsujun anyways when he sees the small note sticking out from his bag, a piece of tape having stuck it to the lining.
It simply says, "WEAR THIS" in Sho's firmest, blockiest writing in black marker, and Ohno also recognizes Aiba's writing underneath, a messy scrawl of "PA+++! :3" and a blacked-in stick figure with what could have been either the sun or a giant potato floating over his head.
And ah, now it makes sense - the other day when Ohno came in from Okinawa (admittedly a little more burnt than he had wanted, but he had never really stopped to think, which he explained to the manager, and tans did fade), Jun had made some remarks about wrinkles and skin cancer and troubling make-up artists and Nino had shared a companionable eyeroll with him while their manager went berserk and tried to examine Ohno under three types of lighting. Sho and Aiba had arrived even later than he did, but Aiba just laughed when he first saw Ohno and demanded to see his tan lines (no one had let Sho forget that embarrassing v-neck tan incident from two summers ago) which were, in Ohno's opinion, quite impressive. Sho had been understanding, probably more than usual since Ohno had already been chewed out by four make-up artists and had settled for a hearty pat on the shoulder (for which he later apologized every time Ohno winced).
It was very nice of them, all the same and Ohno smiles as he props up the little tube on the side of the deck, rummaging through his bag for his lures. He'll have to thank them tomorrow.
He was so busy thinking about this, he explains the next day, to Sho and Aiba, that he forgot to put it on altogether, you see, and that's why the manager was crying in the corner.
Ohno isn't surprised at all when after recording finishes, he gets pinned to the floor of the dressing room by an enthusiastic Aiba while Sho grimly uncaps a tube of sunblock.
Note: I believe that most Japanese brands use the PA rating system, which is a grade of UVA protection.
Aiba/Sho/Ohno; prompt: sunblock | 嵐 RPS | PG | ~400 words
A belated birthday gift for myjulien, who I am just starting to get to know, but who is absolutely lovely and deserves the greatest year ever. ♥
Ohno is a bit confused when he reaches into his bag and pulls out the tube of lotion. His first thought was Jun had accidentally tossed his hand lotion into Ohno's stuff, but Jun's tube was smaller and light blue instead of white and yellow. He reads the back label, which extols to him the virtues of shea butter and chaomomile recutita for natural skin protection and briefly debates calling Matsujun anyways when he sees the small note sticking out from his bag, a piece of tape having stuck it to the lining.
It simply says, "WEAR THIS" in Sho's firmest, blockiest writing in black marker, and Ohno also recognizes Aiba's writing underneath, a messy scrawl of "PA+++! :3" and a blacked-in stick figure with what could have been either the sun or a giant potato floating over his head.
And ah, now it makes sense - the other day when Ohno came in from Okinawa (admittedly a little more burnt than he had wanted, but he had never really stopped to think, which he explained to the manager, and tans did fade), Jun had made some remarks about wrinkles and skin cancer and troubling make-up artists and Nino had shared a companionable eyeroll with him while their manager went berserk and tried to examine Ohno under three types of lighting. Sho and Aiba had arrived even later than he did, but Aiba just laughed when he first saw Ohno and demanded to see his tan lines (no one had let Sho forget that embarrassing v-neck tan incident from two summers ago) which were, in Ohno's opinion, quite impressive. Sho had been understanding, probably more than usual since Ohno had already been chewed out by four make-up artists and had settled for a hearty pat on the shoulder (for which he later apologized every time Ohno winced).
It was very nice of them, all the same and Ohno smiles as he props up the little tube on the side of the deck, rummaging through his bag for his lures. He'll have to thank them tomorrow.
He was so busy thinking about this, he explains the next day, to Sho and Aiba, that he forgot to put it on altogether, you see, and that's why the manager was crying in the corner.
Ohno isn't surprised at all when after recording finishes, he gets pinned to the floor of the dressing room by an enthusiastic Aiba while Sho grimly uncaps a tube of sunblock.
Note: I believe that most Japanese brands use the PA rating system, which is a grade of UVA protection.