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Requested by laurachan2: 9 -Kazutoshi plz · (Matching Soulmate Marking)
The following ficbit is rated PG for unadulterated Ohmiya fluff.
Ohno had just pulled his uniform pants back on in the locker room when the first years came in to get changed for their turn at gym class.
“Hey Oh-chan.”
Ohno didn’t have time to turn around before Nino slapped his ass in greeting.
“Hi Nino.” Ohno said, pulling on his undershirt. “It’s dodgeball today.”
“I love dodge ball. Hey MatsuGym, they say its dodge ball today!”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Since when do you hang out with that first year?” Okada asked in a low voice on his other side, as Nino went to bicker with his fellow classmates.
“I don’t really.” Ohno shrugged, working his buttons. “We just bump into each other often I guess.”
“And you just let him grope you like that?” Okada laughed. “And people say I’m laid back.”
“It was the first time, actually.” Ohno shrugged, “But he’s harmless.”
Unceremoniously, Ohno finished getting dressed, and left with Okada while Nino was busy chatting with his classmates.
As soon as Ohno sat down in his next class, he noticed a weird, weird burning feeling coming from his seat. He got up, and looked at the chair, dusting off his backside. It felt like he had sat on a set of hand-warmers, but he couldn’t find the warmers themselves. He sat down again, and the warmpth came back.
He didn’t know how, but he knew he was being bullied. He sat in class, irritated and uncomfortably warm for the rest of the day.
But the warmth didn’t stop when he got home and sat at the dinner table. In fact it seemed to be growing stronger.
Not knowing what else to do, he decided to take a nap after dinner.
But when he laid down, he was too aware of the warmth to sleep.
He got up and found his mom in the kitchen.
“Mom,” He said in a low voice, worried, “C-can I ask you about something?”
His mom looked up from his dishes, “Of course, what is it?”
“Its um…I was lying in bed just now…”
“Oh sweetie! Didn’t your father have this conversation with you a few years ago? Just put your sheets directly in the washing machine, and I’ll take care of it. It’s ok if you need to…do some things now and then-“
“Oh god mom no! I can’t believe you just said that!” Mortified Ohno ran back up to his room, shouting behind him, “And I don’t need to change my sheets!!”
He went to take his bath. Naked, he stood in front of the mirror, and turned around, looking back over his shoulder.
He saw it.
It wasn’t very pretty. He thought they were supposed to be pretty. It looked like a blobby red coffee stain on his right buttock. Ohno groaned, and poked it. It was unnaturally warm.
It was either a very weird rash, or it was the mark. He didn’t want it to be the mark. First of all he was too young for such commitment, and second of all it was ugly and it was on his ass. Not exactly where he wanted the one soulmate mark he’d ever get in a lifetime to be.
He decided to ignore it for the rest of his life, in hopes it would go away.
“H-hey, Oh…Ohno-san.”
“Hi Nino.”
Ohno glanced at Nino, and found the usually confident underclassman was fidgeting.
“Um, hey, this is kinda awkward to ask.” Nino scratched the back of his neck, and looked over Ohno’s shoulder, at Ohno’s hands, out the window, at his own hands.
“What is?” Ohno wondered.
“Did…did….” Nino stopped fidgeting with his own fingers and raised his left one up, to show Ohno his palm. It was a cute, chubby hand, Ohno noticed first, before he realized there was a red spot on it. A blobby, ugly red coffee stain shape. “…did you get one of these?”
Of course it was Nino, Ohno blinked, remembering the grope from the other day.
Ohno slapped Nino on the head.
“Ouch! What, if you don’t have one just say so!!”
“You’re too young to have one of those.” Ohno scolded. “You’re still just a kid.”
“Like it’s controllable. You know it happens when you first touch your soulmate!” Nino rolled his eyes, and although he sounded normal, Ohno thought his eyes might be watering a little. “And I’m not a kid. Just forget it ok, it must be someone else.”
Ohno let him turn and walk away, smiling at the little dejected back as it shuffled away.
“What are you doing out here?” Okada came up to him, on the way to class.
“Nothing.” Ohno shrugged, and joined Okada on the walk to the classroom. “Just messing with my soulmate.”
~~~~
#2, Idol/Fan (still Ohmiya, rated G)
Every so often someone famous would come into Ohno’s 7eleven. Ohno didn’t really know that celebrities, but he could always tell because they just seemed to have an aura.
When supermodel Matsumoto Jun came into the store, for example, every other customer froze, and watched him as he got his tea and onigiri.
Ohno checked him out, and it was after he had left that he asked his coworker who exactly that guy was.
When child-actor-grown-adult-turned-idol Ninomiya Kazunari came into the store, it was the first famous face that Ohno could put a name to. Well, face under a cold mask, shadowed by a baseball cap.
Ninomiya Kazunari picked out his cartons of cold coffee, and a couple of grilled fish bentos.
Ohno watched him, forgetting to breathe and blink, knowing he was about to come up to the registers and Ohno would have to talk to him-
Except Ninomiya went to the other register.
He didn’t even look at Ohno on his way out.
Ohno frowned and watched him go. Now he’d never get Nino’s signature on his 1996 tv drama series Kid Bruce Lee dvd boxed set. Not that he had them with him at work. He had never forgotten how young Nino had made such a good little Bruce Lee…
On his break, Ohno grabbed a tv magazine from the rack to flip through while he sat in the back.
That Ninomiya was on the cover was just a coincidence.
He hadn’t realized Ninomiya had done so much since the 90’s. Apparently he was doing a drama now, some kind of murder mystery. And he would have a concert tour next month….
The next time Ninomiya came into the store, a few months later, Ohno excused himself quickly, and ducked in the back.
He waited for Ninomiya to leave. “Ohno-kun, I could use some help up here.” His coworker called after five minutes. Surely it had been enough time, it would be safe…
“I can help the next customer…” Ohno called, looking at the line as he approached the empty register.
In a puffy black coat, a cold mask and a ball cap, Ninomiya dumped his coffee and bentos on the counter.
Hoping he didn’t notice how much his hands were shaking, or how he hadn’t had time to comb his hair today, Ohno scanned the merchandise. “Your total is 1,050 yen, please.”
Ninomiya handed over the cash. Their fingers didn’t touch. Ohno handed over the change. Their fingers didn’t touch again.
Ninomiya grabbed his bag, and looked up at Ohno.
Their eyes met. Ohno looked away quickly. They were too close. It was too much.
“Hey…you’re that guy.” Ninomiya pulled down his mask, and it cradled his chin. “That guy who had the Kid Bruce Lee uchiwa!”
Ohno couldn’t remember how to form words. Nino had noticed him. He had seen his uchiwa at the concert. He felt so embarrassed felt even if died he couldn’t escape it. He’d be an embarrassed ghost for all of eternity.
“I can’t believe this,” Ninomiya said, tersely, “You’re a fan and you still didn’t give me a discount.”
Ohno’s eyes widened, horrified. He should have given him a discount, why didn’t he give him a discount-
Ninomiya laughed, and pulled his mask back up, “Sorry, I’m just messing with you. Except next time, you have to give me one now.”
Ohno nodded, and watched Ninomiya leave.
He stared at the doors long after he was gone. “He said there’s going to be a next time.” Ohno said, turning to his bemused co-worker, “do you think the boss will mind if I keep my Kid Bruce Lee nunchuck toy in back for Ninomiya Kazunari to sign the next time he comes back?”
Requested by laurachan2: 9 -Kazutoshi plz · (Matching Soulmate Marking)
The following ficbit is rated PG for unadulterated Ohmiya fluff.
Ohno had just pulled his uniform pants back on in the locker room when the first years came in to get changed for their turn at gym class.
“Hey Oh-chan.”
Ohno didn’t have time to turn around before Nino slapped his ass in greeting.
“Hi Nino.” Ohno said, pulling on his undershirt. “It’s dodgeball today.”
“I love dodge ball. Hey MatsuGym, they say its dodge ball today!”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Since when do you hang out with that first year?” Okada asked in a low voice on his other side, as Nino went to bicker with his fellow classmates.
“I don’t really.” Ohno shrugged, working his buttons. “We just bump into each other often I guess.”
“And you just let him grope you like that?” Okada laughed. “And people say I’m laid back.”
“It was the first time, actually.” Ohno shrugged, “But he’s harmless.”
Unceremoniously, Ohno finished getting dressed, and left with Okada while Nino was busy chatting with his classmates.
As soon as Ohno sat down in his next class, he noticed a weird, weird burning feeling coming from his seat. He got up, and looked at the chair, dusting off his backside. It felt like he had sat on a set of hand-warmers, but he couldn’t find the warmers themselves. He sat down again, and the warmpth came back.
He didn’t know how, but he knew he was being bullied. He sat in class, irritated and uncomfortably warm for the rest of the day.
But the warmth didn’t stop when he got home and sat at the dinner table. In fact it seemed to be growing stronger.
Not knowing what else to do, he decided to take a nap after dinner.
But when he laid down, he was too aware of the warmth to sleep.
He got up and found his mom in the kitchen.
“Mom,” He said in a low voice, worried, “C-can I ask you about something?”
His mom looked up from his dishes, “Of course, what is it?”
“Its um…I was lying in bed just now…”
“Oh sweetie! Didn’t your father have this conversation with you a few years ago? Just put your sheets directly in the washing machine, and I’ll take care of it. It’s ok if you need to…do some things now and then-“
“Oh god mom no! I can’t believe you just said that!” Mortified Ohno ran back up to his room, shouting behind him, “And I don’t need to change my sheets!!”
He went to take his bath. Naked, he stood in front of the mirror, and turned around, looking back over his shoulder.
He saw it.
It wasn’t very pretty. He thought they were supposed to be pretty. It looked like a blobby red coffee stain on his right buttock. Ohno groaned, and poked it. It was unnaturally warm.
It was either a very weird rash, or it was the mark. He didn’t want it to be the mark. First of all he was too young for such commitment, and second of all it was ugly and it was on his ass. Not exactly where he wanted the one soulmate mark he’d ever get in a lifetime to be.
He decided to ignore it for the rest of his life, in hopes it would go away.
“H-hey, Oh…Ohno-san.”
“Hi Nino.”
Ohno glanced at Nino, and found the usually confident underclassman was fidgeting.
“Um, hey, this is kinda awkward to ask.” Nino scratched the back of his neck, and looked over Ohno’s shoulder, at Ohno’s hands, out the window, at his own hands.
“What is?” Ohno wondered.
“Did…did….” Nino stopped fidgeting with his own fingers and raised his left one up, to show Ohno his palm. It was a cute, chubby hand, Ohno noticed first, before he realized there was a red spot on it. A blobby, ugly red coffee stain shape. “…did you get one of these?”
Of course it was Nino, Ohno blinked, remembering the grope from the other day.
Ohno slapped Nino on the head.
“Ouch! What, if you don’t have one just say so!!”
“You’re too young to have one of those.” Ohno scolded. “You’re still just a kid.”
“Like it’s controllable. You know it happens when you first touch your soulmate!” Nino rolled his eyes, and although he sounded normal, Ohno thought his eyes might be watering a little. “And I’m not a kid. Just forget it ok, it must be someone else.”
Ohno let him turn and walk away, smiling at the little dejected back as it shuffled away.
“What are you doing out here?” Okada came up to him, on the way to class.
“Nothing.” Ohno shrugged, and joined Okada on the walk to the classroom. “Just messing with my soulmate.”
~~~~
#2, Idol/Fan (still Ohmiya, rated G)
Every so often someone famous would come into Ohno’s 7eleven. Ohno didn’t really know that celebrities, but he could always tell because they just seemed to have an aura.
When supermodel Matsumoto Jun came into the store, for example, every other customer froze, and watched him as he got his tea and onigiri.
Ohno checked him out, and it was after he had left that he asked his coworker who exactly that guy was.
When child-actor-grown-adult-turned-idol Ninomiya Kazunari came into the store, it was the first famous face that Ohno could put a name to. Well, face under a cold mask, shadowed by a baseball cap.
Ninomiya Kazunari picked out his cartons of cold coffee, and a couple of grilled fish bentos.
Ohno watched him, forgetting to breathe and blink, knowing he was about to come up to the registers and Ohno would have to talk to him-
Except Ninomiya went to the other register.
He didn’t even look at Ohno on his way out.
Ohno frowned and watched him go. Now he’d never get Nino’s signature on his 1996 tv drama series Kid Bruce Lee dvd boxed set. Not that he had them with him at work. He had never forgotten how young Nino had made such a good little Bruce Lee…
On his break, Ohno grabbed a tv magazine from the rack to flip through while he sat in the back.
That Ninomiya was on the cover was just a coincidence.
He hadn’t realized Ninomiya had done so much since the 90’s. Apparently he was doing a drama now, some kind of murder mystery. And he would have a concert tour next month….
The next time Ninomiya came into the store, a few months later, Ohno excused himself quickly, and ducked in the back.
He waited for Ninomiya to leave. “Ohno-kun, I could use some help up here.” His coworker called after five minutes. Surely it had been enough time, it would be safe…
“I can help the next customer…” Ohno called, looking at the line as he approached the empty register.
In a puffy black coat, a cold mask and a ball cap, Ninomiya dumped his coffee and bentos on the counter.
Hoping he didn’t notice how much his hands were shaking, or how he hadn’t had time to comb his hair today, Ohno scanned the merchandise. “Your total is 1,050 yen, please.”
Ninomiya handed over the cash. Their fingers didn’t touch. Ohno handed over the change. Their fingers didn’t touch again.
Ninomiya grabbed his bag, and looked up at Ohno.
Their eyes met. Ohno looked away quickly. They were too close. It was too much.
“Hey…you’re that guy.” Ninomiya pulled down his mask, and it cradled his chin. “That guy who had the Kid Bruce Lee uchiwa!”
Ohno couldn’t remember how to form words. Nino had noticed him. He had seen his uchiwa at the concert. He felt so embarrassed felt even if died he couldn’t escape it. He’d be an embarrassed ghost for all of eternity.
“I can’t believe this,” Ninomiya said, tersely, “You’re a fan and you still didn’t give me a discount.”
Ohno’s eyes widened, horrified. He should have given him a discount, why didn’t he give him a discount-
Ninomiya laughed, and pulled his mask back up, “Sorry, I’m just messing with you. Except next time, you have to give me one now.”
Ohno nodded, and watched Ninomiya leave.
He stared at the doors long after he was gone. “He said there’s going to be a next time.” Ohno said, turning to his bemused co-worker, “do you think the boss will mind if I keep my Kid Bruce Lee nunchuck toy in back for Ninomiya Kazunari to sign the next time he comes back?”