[December Drabble Challenge] Day 1 : Unintentional
Title : [December Drabble Challenge] Day One : Unintentional
Author : Jadey
Rating : PG. Romance. Crack
Pairing : Aiba/Nino, Ohno/Kanjiya Shihori, Ohno/Nino bff-ery
Summary : Somehow, it’s entirely possible that Nino is insane.
Word count : around 1100 words
Note : This is entirely learashi ‘s fault XD those drabbles of yours are inspiring, so here's mine!
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Somehow, it’s entirely possible that Nino is insane.
“We’re perfect together,” Nino muses into Ohno’s shoulder, fingers light against the fabric of Ohno’s shirt.
“You could say that,” Ohno agrees quite readily.
He sidles closer to Ohno, pushing his face against the warm skin of Ohno’s neck, sad and miserable. “I mean, seriously, right? We’re Ohmiya SK. We’re like, two complimenting pieces of a puzzle,”
“Hmm,” Ohno hums his agreement into the top of his head.
“You don’t believe it?” he sniffs, feeling slightly offended. “Come on, the way your butt fits my hands is a testament to it,” he bites out, “right?”
“True,”
“And I love you,” he confesses, still undeniably miserable, against Ohno’s neck. “But how come I don’t imagine kissing you or blowing you or fucking you for that matter? I mean -”
A shapely leg shoot out from Ohno’s other side that if it wasn’t for Ohno’s fast reflexes would have connected painfully against Nino’s face.
“Because you know I’ll kill you if you do,” Shihori says, looking completely sober for someone who probably drank more than him and Ohno combined, it’s hilarious. “Slowly and painfully, too. I’ll let Oh-chan watch, just to prove my point,”
“Shut up, Shii-chan, you’re not helping,” he sniffs, shifting to mash his face against Ohno’s shoulder. “I just want Oh-chan to help me understand why I feel like this. I mean, seriously? I love your boyfriend since we were children and you weren’t even in the picture yet but why I don’t feel like doing all sorts of dirty things to him the way -“ he pauses and bites his tongue before he say something he knows he will regret after.
“The same way you do with Aiba-chan?” Ohno supplies helpfully, the bastard.
He swears every single part of him deflates at the mention of Aiba’s name, biting his lips and grunting an equally miserable, “Yes,” before he can stop himself.
“It’s too simple,” Ohno tells him, and even this close, Ohno sounded like an old, indulging grandpa talking to his favorite grandson. Nino wants to hate him and hug him so tight at the same time. “You love me but you’re not in love with me. I think that’s what’s make it different,”
“But I could be?” he says, hopeful; “who knows, right?”
“You’re not,” Ohno tells him, patting him on the head like a good puppy. “because you’re in love with Aiba-chan, Nino,”
“That’s stupid,” Nino despairs, “I mean, how’s that even possible when Aiba-chan is an idiot and loud and he irritates the fuck out of me when he huffs and puffs like an old person because he’s obviously not and he eats a lot and laughs like a damn hyena! How can I be in love with him when he’s frequently disgusting, when he borrows my socks and never return them, when he walks in to the greenroom sipping disgusting drinks while looking like a gorgeous model and smiles like one, too, and gives me this looks that makes my spine tingle and oh god, please tell me to stop.” He grumbles, vaguely scandalized at the words that managed to slip out of his mouth without him realizing it.
Ohno pats his arm in a way he supposed is reassuring but it doesn’t; it only makes him want to weep like a girl and he shouldn’t because he’s obviously not one but… okay, this thing with Aiba-chan is fucking with his head, like seriously.
“Go talk to him,” Ohno tells him, as if it’s that easy. Nino wonders if it isn’t, and goes about pumping himself with enough alcohol wondering if he could convince himself otherwise.
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Somehow, deciding about it when he’s royally trashed is a very bad idea.
“I - do you want to come in?” Aiba says, and Nino shakes his head vigorously, blinking at Aiba - why are there two of him there? - and giggles.
“Noooo,” he slurs, but he is pushing himself forward and reaching over to slap the other Aiba in the face, and missing, “well, yesssshh, can I come in?”
“Jesus, Nino -“
“He’s not here,” he points out, finally able to get his hands on Aiba’s forearms as Aiba hauls him in. He smells wonderful and Nino wants to kiss him. “Is he? If he is, tell him to go away. I have something to tell you,” he says, determined as fuck as he backs Aiba against the wall.
“God, you’re so drunk, come on, let me help you get settled -“
“Noooo, let me talk -“
Aiba takes one good look at him and shakes his head, putting an arm around his waist even as he hums indulgingly.
“Fine, after we got you settled inside. Come on, I’ll even fix you a cup of strong coffee -“
“No, I need to tell you this now or else I’ll lose the nerve again tomorrow and then I -“ he pauses, fingers gripping the front of Aiba’s shirt. “I think I’m - Oh-chan said I might be -“ he says, biting his lips and wondering why it’s still hard for him to say it despite how drunk he is.
“In love with me?” Aiba cuts in, completely taking the words out of his mouth as his fingers skim Nino’s cheek tenderly, his eyes shaded with emotion Nino can’t stand to look. “Are you?”
“I -“ he says, unable to find the words so he just nods his head and feels Aiba’s arm come around him, pulling him in, of Aiba’s mouth pressing soft kisses to his hair.
“You’re drunk, though,” Aiba says, sounding hopeful despite it all. Nino shakes his head, presses his lips against the dip of Aiba’s neck. “Are you sure you’re not going to forget this come morning?”
He shakes his head. He already knows that he won’t. “If you kiss me,” he breathes, leaning up and aiming his lips against Aiba’s chin, his fingers possessive around Aiba’s hips. “Then I won’t.”
“God, I love you, Nino-chan,” Aiba breathes, low and husky before he kisses Nino there against the wall, his hands steady around the back of Nino’s head, his mouth hot and insistent against Nino’s own.
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“He was the one who confessed to me at three in the fucking morning, drunk and -“ Nino is quickly there, jabbing a fist to Aiba’s mouth before he’s able to say anything more. Behind them, Jun and Sho are obviously trying to muffle their giggles behind their hands.
Ohno, thankfully, is there to save Aiba from Nino’s murdering hands. “No, Oh-chan, let me kill him!” Nino wails, as Ohno does his best to grab Nino by his waist, hauling him away while Aiba is grinning like he’s won a million dollar.
“You guys wanna know what happened next?” Aiba asks, eyes gleaming. Jun and Sho shake their heads, looking like they’d rather not hear anything. Aiba shrugs but he does look at Nino like he wants to eat him.
“Nino-chan, come to daddy!”
Nino cringes in Ohno’s hold, cheeks red. “Aiba-chan, I swear to god I will kill you with my DS!”
Author : Jadey
Rating : PG. Romance. Crack
Pairing : Aiba/Nino, Ohno/Kanjiya Shihori, Ohno/Nino bff-ery
Summary : Somehow, it’s entirely possible that Nino is insane.
Word count : around 1100 words
Note : This is entirely learashi ‘s fault XD those drabbles of yours are inspiring, so here's mine!
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Somehow, it’s entirely possible that Nino is insane.
“We’re perfect together,” Nino muses into Ohno’s shoulder, fingers light against the fabric of Ohno’s shirt.
“You could say that,” Ohno agrees quite readily.
He sidles closer to Ohno, pushing his face against the warm skin of Ohno’s neck, sad and miserable. “I mean, seriously, right? We’re Ohmiya SK. We’re like, two complimenting pieces of a puzzle,”
“Hmm,” Ohno hums his agreement into the top of his head.
“You don’t believe it?” he sniffs, feeling slightly offended. “Come on, the way your butt fits my hands is a testament to it,” he bites out, “right?”
“True,”
“And I love you,” he confesses, still undeniably miserable, against Ohno’s neck. “But how come I don’t imagine kissing you or blowing you or fucking you for that matter? I mean -”
A shapely leg shoot out from Ohno’s other side that if it wasn’t for Ohno’s fast reflexes would have connected painfully against Nino’s face.
“Because you know I’ll kill you if you do,” Shihori says, looking completely sober for someone who probably drank more than him and Ohno combined, it’s hilarious. “Slowly and painfully, too. I’ll let Oh-chan watch, just to prove my point,”
“Shut up, Shii-chan, you’re not helping,” he sniffs, shifting to mash his face against Ohno’s shoulder. “I just want Oh-chan to help me understand why I feel like this. I mean, seriously? I love your boyfriend since we were children and you weren’t even in the picture yet but why I don’t feel like doing all sorts of dirty things to him the way -“ he pauses and bites his tongue before he say something he knows he will regret after.
“The same way you do with Aiba-chan?” Ohno supplies helpfully, the bastard.
He swears every single part of him deflates at the mention of Aiba’s name, biting his lips and grunting an equally miserable, “Yes,” before he can stop himself.
“It’s too simple,” Ohno tells him, and even this close, Ohno sounded like an old, indulging grandpa talking to his favorite grandson. Nino wants to hate him and hug him so tight at the same time. “You love me but you’re not in love with me. I think that’s what’s make it different,”
“But I could be?” he says, hopeful; “who knows, right?”
“You’re not,” Ohno tells him, patting him on the head like a good puppy. “because you’re in love with Aiba-chan, Nino,”
“That’s stupid,” Nino despairs, “I mean, how’s that even possible when Aiba-chan is an idiot and loud and he irritates the fuck out of me when he huffs and puffs like an old person because he’s obviously not and he eats a lot and laughs like a damn hyena! How can I be in love with him when he’s frequently disgusting, when he borrows my socks and never return them, when he walks in to the greenroom sipping disgusting drinks while looking like a gorgeous model and smiles like one, too, and gives me this looks that makes my spine tingle and oh god, please tell me to stop.” He grumbles, vaguely scandalized at the words that managed to slip out of his mouth without him realizing it.
Ohno pats his arm in a way he supposed is reassuring but it doesn’t; it only makes him want to weep like a girl and he shouldn’t because he’s obviously not one but… okay, this thing with Aiba-chan is fucking with his head, like seriously.
“Go talk to him,” Ohno tells him, as if it’s that easy. Nino wonders if it isn’t, and goes about pumping himself with enough alcohol wondering if he could convince himself otherwise.
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Somehow, deciding about it when he’s royally trashed is a very bad idea.
“I - do you want to come in?” Aiba says, and Nino shakes his head vigorously, blinking at Aiba - why are there two of him there? - and giggles.
“Noooo,” he slurs, but he is pushing himself forward and reaching over to slap the other Aiba in the face, and missing, “well, yesssshh, can I come in?”
“Jesus, Nino -“
“He’s not here,” he points out, finally able to get his hands on Aiba’s forearms as Aiba hauls him in. He smells wonderful and Nino wants to kiss him. “Is he? If he is, tell him to go away. I have something to tell you,” he says, determined as fuck as he backs Aiba against the wall.
“God, you’re so drunk, come on, let me help you get settled -“
“Noooo, let me talk -“
Aiba takes one good look at him and shakes his head, putting an arm around his waist even as he hums indulgingly.
“Fine, after we got you settled inside. Come on, I’ll even fix you a cup of strong coffee -“
“No, I need to tell you this now or else I’ll lose the nerve again tomorrow and then I -“ he pauses, fingers gripping the front of Aiba’s shirt. “I think I’m - Oh-chan said I might be -“ he says, biting his lips and wondering why it’s still hard for him to say it despite how drunk he is.
“In love with me?” Aiba cuts in, completely taking the words out of his mouth as his fingers skim Nino’s cheek tenderly, his eyes shaded with emotion Nino can’t stand to look. “Are you?”
“I -“ he says, unable to find the words so he just nods his head and feels Aiba’s arm come around him, pulling him in, of Aiba’s mouth pressing soft kisses to his hair.
“You’re drunk, though,” Aiba says, sounding hopeful despite it all. Nino shakes his head, presses his lips against the dip of Aiba’s neck. “Are you sure you’re not going to forget this come morning?”
He shakes his head. He already knows that he won’t. “If you kiss me,” he breathes, leaning up and aiming his lips against Aiba’s chin, his fingers possessive around Aiba’s hips. “Then I won’t.”
“God, I love you, Nino-chan,” Aiba breathes, low and husky before he kisses Nino there against the wall, his hands steady around the back of Nino’s head, his mouth hot and insistent against Nino’s own.
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“He was the one who confessed to me at three in the fucking morning, drunk and -“ Nino is quickly there, jabbing a fist to Aiba’s mouth before he’s able to say anything more. Behind them, Jun and Sho are obviously trying to muffle their giggles behind their hands.
Ohno, thankfully, is there to save Aiba from Nino’s murdering hands. “No, Oh-chan, let me kill him!” Nino wails, as Ohno does his best to grab Nino by his waist, hauling him away while Aiba is grinning like he’s won a million dollar.
“You guys wanna know what happened next?” Aiba asks, eyes gleaming. Jun and Sho shake their heads, looking like they’d rather not hear anything. Aiba shrugs but he does look at Nino like he wants to eat him.
“Nino-chan, come to daddy!”
Nino cringes in Ohno’s hold, cheeks red. “Aiba-chan, I swear to god I will kill you with my DS!”