NANO DAY 6
Nothing for day 5. :(
Day 6
Paparazzi - Drabble
The picture is quite a nice shot, clear despite the distance. The paparazzi got a nice angle too. Ohno lets his eyes trail over the details: the way Nino’s fingers are interlaced with his around the coffee cup (Ohno remembers Nino’s other hand resting on his hip), the way Nino tilts his chin up into the kiss and the way Ohno himself leans into it, relaxed and easy. It had been ridiculously early but they had been scheduled for interviews for some magazine or another. Ohno had gone out on the balcony for some fresh air, and Nino had brought him a cup of coffee before heading for the shower. They had kissed, coffee-flavoured, nice and slow in the morning light.
Well, at least they were both dressed, Ohno reflects, because he distinctively remembers waking up naked that particular morning, leg thrown over Nino’s hips, with Nino breathing into the crook of his neck. But then he’d gone and showered, and Nino had apparently thrown on a pair of sweatpants (Ohno’s) and a t-shirt before wandering off to the kitchen.
“It’s a nice picture,” Aiba says, chin propped onto Ohno’s shoulder, and Ohno hums thoughtfully. “What are you going to do?” Aiba asks then, and he sounds concerned.
Ohno shrugs slightly, feeling Aiba’s chin dig into his shoulder as he does. “I don’t know,” he says, and presses his fingertip to Nino’s bedrumpled hair on the picture. “Can’t the agency cover that one too?” he asks even though he already knows the answer.
“I don’t think he can,” Aiba replies softly, and Ohno nods. Of course, he can’t. The picture is way too clear, the way their lips meet unmistakable. They’ve been caught this time.
His phone rings, the Nino ringtone, and he picks it up. “Yeah,” he says into the phone, and it’s as much a ‘yeah, I’ve seen the picture’ as it is a ‘yeah, I’m here’.
“Satoshi,” Nino says, and it’s that tone. Ohno takes a few steps away from Aiba, wishes they could have this conversation in person instead of on the phone.
“We have to talk, right?” Ohno says.
“Yeah.”
Day 6
Paparazzi - Drabble
The picture is quite a nice shot, clear despite the distance. The paparazzi got a nice angle too. Ohno lets his eyes trail over the details: the way Nino’s fingers are interlaced with his around the coffee cup (Ohno remembers Nino’s other hand resting on his hip), the way Nino tilts his chin up into the kiss and the way Ohno himself leans into it, relaxed and easy. It had been ridiculously early but they had been scheduled for interviews for some magazine or another. Ohno had gone out on the balcony for some fresh air, and Nino had brought him a cup of coffee before heading for the shower. They had kissed, coffee-flavoured, nice and slow in the morning light.
Well, at least they were both dressed, Ohno reflects, because he distinctively remembers waking up naked that particular morning, leg thrown over Nino’s hips, with Nino breathing into the crook of his neck. But then he’d gone and showered, and Nino had apparently thrown on a pair of sweatpants (Ohno’s) and a t-shirt before wandering off to the kitchen.
“It’s a nice picture,” Aiba says, chin propped onto Ohno’s shoulder, and Ohno hums thoughtfully. “What are you going to do?” Aiba asks then, and he sounds concerned.
Ohno shrugs slightly, feeling Aiba’s chin dig into his shoulder as he does. “I don’t know,” he says, and presses his fingertip to Nino’s bedrumpled hair on the picture. “Can’t the agency cover that one too?” he asks even though he already knows the answer.
“I don’t think he can,” Aiba replies softly, and Ohno nods. Of course, he can’t. The picture is way too clear, the way their lips meet unmistakable. They’ve been caught this time.
His phone rings, the Nino ringtone, and he picks it up. “Yeah,” he says into the phone, and it’s as much a ‘yeah, I’ve seen the picture’ as it is a ‘yeah, I’m here’.
“Satoshi,” Nino says, and it’s that tone. Ohno takes a few steps away from Aiba, wishes they could have this conversation in person instead of on the phone.
“We have to talk, right?” Ohno says.
“Yeah.”