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Title: untitled
Pairing: Matsumiya
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Yes, I own them. They're in my closet. It's awesome.
A/N: Tiny drabble written in a jiffy for magickthedoll . All she asked for was snark. This is my first time writing anything fandom-related, ever. Please be kind.
Nino stared intently at the screen of his Nintendo DS, brows furrowed and tongue sticking out as he battled the boss. However, a dull thud alerted him that something had fallen onto the table in front of him, momentarily distracting him enough for the boss to attack. Colorful swears and several minutes of button mashing later, he finally inspected the box that caused the offending noise.
“...What is this?”
Jun turned around with his best bored expression. “I cooked pasta last night and made too much. Be grateful.”
“Aww you’re too sweet,” Nino grinned. “Of course I would happily enjoy whatever Jun-pon cooks ju~st for me.”
“Sadly, I’m just that generous. Nor do I feel like cleaning up your remains if you happen to die from starvation.”
“And you would miss me oh-so much, yes?”
Jun scowled at Nino’s impish face, reminding himself that he does love this impossible person somewhere deep in his heart. “Seriously though. I know you’ve had three movie filmings and sleep has become a foreign concept, but you need to eat at the very least.”
Nino sighed. “I do feed myself, you know. You’re being more of a mother hen than Sho.”
“Because I would end up being the one to explain to our hordes of fans that Arashi is now four members, and I’m not particularly looking forward to that.”
Jun paused. “Then again, I would have Ohno to myself.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Nino looked at him in horror.
“Try me.”
Nino resigned himself to picking up a pair of chopsticks. Removing the lid unveiled a professional-looking entree of pasta and his favorite hamburgers. Even Nino couldn’t hide his smile.
“Tha~nk you, princess~” he drawled.
“Ungrateful bastard,” Jun fondly replied.
Pairing: Matsumiya
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Yes, I own them. They're in my closet. It's awesome.
A/N: Tiny drabble written in a jiffy for magickthedoll . All she asked for was snark. This is my first time writing anything fandom-related, ever. Please be kind.
Nino stared intently at the screen of his Nintendo DS, brows furrowed and tongue sticking out as he battled the boss. However, a dull thud alerted him that something had fallen onto the table in front of him, momentarily distracting him enough for the boss to attack. Colorful swears and several minutes of button mashing later, he finally inspected the box that caused the offending noise.
“...What is this?”
Jun turned around with his best bored expression. “I cooked pasta last night and made too much. Be grateful.”
“Aww you’re too sweet,” Nino grinned. “Of course I would happily enjoy whatever Jun-pon cooks ju~st for me.”
“Sadly, I’m just that generous. Nor do I feel like cleaning up your remains if you happen to die from starvation.”
“And you would miss me oh-so much, yes?”
Jun scowled at Nino’s impish face, reminding himself that he does love this impossible person somewhere deep in his heart. “Seriously though. I know you’ve had three movie filmings and sleep has become a foreign concept, but you need to eat at the very least.”
Nino sighed. “I do feed myself, you know. You’re being more of a mother hen than Sho.”
“Because I would end up being the one to explain to our hordes of fans that Arashi is now four members, and I’m not particularly looking forward to that.”
Jun paused. “Then again, I would have Ohno to myself.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Nino looked at him in horror.
“Try me.”
Nino resigned himself to picking up a pair of chopsticks. Removing the lid unveiled a professional-looking entree of pasta and his favorite hamburgers. Even Nino couldn’t hide his smile.
“Tha~nk you, princess~” he drawled.
“Ungrateful bastard,” Jun fondly replied.