[Arashi] College AU: Chapter Two
[Title] I still need a title.
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes] Arashi in College, with assorted special guests every chapter. I think this may turn out into a vignette sort of thing than a real storyline, but it's definitely going to venture into a few pairings. In other words, GEN, for now. E-Enjoy? ♥
"Um..."
The chatter continues, growing louder in fact, to cover the quiet voice in the front.
"Um," Professor Ohno says again, his nose wrinkling in a frown. "I think we should all settle down--"
Bang.
Instantly, the class goes completely silent, all heads turning in shock to the source of the mini explosion. With the innocence of a cat with the pet canary between its jaws, Nino slips the large party cracker back into his bag, ignoring the disapproving look Sho shoots at him.
[Oh please, it's not like I'm doing any worse than the idiots who just won't shut up.]
"The Professor looks like he wants to kiss you," Aiba whispers to him, loud enough for the people two rows down to hear.
[Yes, thank you Aiba-chan, for that brilliant observation. The last thing I need is for the entire class to start a new thread on the gossip mill. 'NINOMIYA KAZUNARI, GAY FOR ART (AND MORE)'.]
Nino nods once at the Professor, who is gazing at him with soft, grateful eyes, before he looks away quickly.
"So," Ohno begins, clearing his throat, "Art. Some of you are here because you like art. Some of you are here because it's mandatory, and the other classes seem to require more work than this one." He pauses, as if he has stumbled on a roadblock in his thoughts, before moving on. "Well, I don't want you to think of art as work. Because art is supposed to be fun. In other words, this class will have no homework assignments, exams, nothing whatsoever, save for a final year-end project."
The class erupts into joy, relief, disbelief. Sho is less than pleased with this announcement, while Aiba is bouncing in his seat so rapidly, Nino has to wonder if his friend is going to pee in his pants from the excitement.
[Of course Sho-chan isn't happy, Mr. Practice Makes Perfect. S'not like art is something you can work on anyway; either you have it or you don't. Prof's got the right idea. Except, I wonder...]
Nino turns to Jun with a grin. "Still pissed, prissy?"
"Shut up," Jun snaps. "It took two hours for these patterns to dry."
"Uh huh. You know, you should offer those toenails as an art project, bet the Prof will like them."
He returns his attention to the front, feeling rather than seeing Jun's glower burning a hole into his back.
[Ever so fun to tease.]
"Anyway," Ohno calls out over the din, "Um, I'll have a handout regarding the final project next class, but the idea is to incorporate the art techniques that I'll demonstrate in class for you. You may pick your own theme, and um..."
A student raises her hand.
"Yes?"
"I don't think we got your name, Professor..." the girl says shyly.
"Oh." The Professor laughs sheepishly. "That's right. Ohno Satoshi. You can just call me Ohno, really."
[Definitely a newbie Professor. Cute.]
Settling back into his seat for a nap, Nino smiles as he hears the females in the class immediately bombard their Art Professor, or rather, Ohno, with the usual inane questions regarding age, girlfriends, and his favourite colour, with Aiba chiming in once every few minutes.
*_*_*_*_*_*
[Jun is skipping class again.]
Glancing around the classroom -- which they have rearranged so the desks form a wide circle, facing the center -- Nino rolls his eyes with a snort.
[Vindictive bastard.]
He notices Ohno glance worriedly at Jun's empty seat for the eighth time, even as Sho asks him, also for the eighth time, if his sketch looks better this round. It has already been a month since the first lesson. The class now respects Ohno, perhaps not as a Professor, but at least as an expert in his profession, after he unveiled a portrait of his mother which he finished just a few days ago.
Having gone through the basics of shapes and shadows, Ohno is now starting them on the drawing of human anatomy.
"Naked women!" Aiba hollers, only to find with great disappointment that Ohno has male models at hand.
One of them being their school's very own history teacher, Professor Inocchi. No one knows what Inocchi's real name is, just that he insists that they call him Inocchi. The girls seem to like it and the boys don't care, so it works out.
A boy raises his hand suddenly, looking extremely frustrated. "OHNO-SAN."
Ohno looks up distractedly.
"PROFESSOR INOCCHI IS MOVING AGAIN."
Vaguely, Ohno smiles at the (very naked) Professor posing in the center of the classroom. "Inocchi-kun, scratch your balls after the students are done with their sketch," he suggests.
"I can't help it if my balls itch!" Inocchi complains, before he flashes a large grin at the girls who shriek with laughter in the back.
[He should just up and marry Aoki Sayaka already. 'cept he's already married, and she prefers them young and nubile anyway. Speaking of young and nubile...]
Nino leans over to Aiba, who has somehow managed to get graphite chalk powder all over his face and neck. "Hey," he says, jerking his head towards the empty seat, "We should do something about Jun-kun."
Aiba pauses, then nods. "Nagase-kun can help us carry him to class."
"Nagase-kun?" Nino raises an eyebrow.
"Yep! You know, the guy in track-and-field I talk to all the time. He's all tall and buff. Did you know, he's been in this college for fourteen years. He's practically a veteran already!"
Nino coughs to hide his laughter. "He's a student right?"
"Yeah," Aiba says, "Why?"
"Nothing," Nino manages.
*_*_*_*_*_*
Nagase-kun has apparently decided not to attend practices today, so Nino, Aiba, and Sho (terrified that they may commit some sort of heinous crime by accident), are forced to visit their youngest friend at his dormitory room without their solid back-up.
"Put the pot down, Aiba-chan," Sho sighs.
"But he might attack!" Aiba shoots back, the cooking pot still hovering close to his face like a shield.
Nino snickers, as he raises his fist to rap against the door with the sign, '#282 MATSUMOTO JUN'.
"What are you doing here?"
"DON'T TOUCH ME," Aiba yelps in English as he swings the pot.
Even as Sho and Aiba panick over Jun's unconscious figure, the bruise on the younger boy's temple slowly turning an ugly purple, Nino collapses to the ground, rolling about with tears in his eyes.
[Thank you God, for the small pleasures in life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.]
Minutes later, they are sitting on the mountain of clothes piled next to Jun's bed while Jun holds an ice pack to his head, fuming.
"What exactly did you want?" he bites out, promptly wincing after.
Sho looks as though he wants to rush over and hold that ice pack for Jun, but thinks the better of it. "You haven't been attending art classes," he says instead.
Jun hesitates, surprise and maybe even guilt etching across his face, before he looks away with a huff. "So? We don't have any homework right?"
"But you're missing out a lot," Aiba pipes in, concerned. "We're learning how to perfect the curves of Professor Inocchi's butt."
"What?"
[Aiba-chan, we're trying to convince the kid to go to class, not run away from it screaming.]
"Ohno's starting to get worried," Nino points out.
"Why would he care about one student?" Jun sniffs. "It's not like my grades are going to drop... all I need is that final project." His eyes narrow fiercely. "Unless he intends to fail me anyway like every other bastard Professor in this school."
[What, so it wasn't just about the nails? SHOCKING.
Alright, to Jun-kun's credit, there was that one time this other Professor had told him to focus on his grades, that "a sick mother didn't work as an excuse". Not that MatsuJun was ever a mama's boy, but hey, a mother due for a complicated surgery in a week always more important than some stupid Culture History course, and he was already topping the class anyway. I'm just surprised he didn't sock the bastard a good one in the nose with those death rings he keeps wearing.
Still doesn't negate the fact that he's a vindictive bastard, all the same.]
"He's different," Aiba insists then, eyes shining. "He doesn't care about grades or school or all that boring stuff. He likes art, and he really likes us! I mean, he's like Professor Inocchi and Professor Yamaguchi, without the stripping and surfing obsessions!"
"He says I have the making of an artist," Sho tells Jun with some pride.
Jun stares at them, uncertain, before he shrugs gingerly, still resting the ice pack against his bruise. "I'll think about it."
As Aiba whoops, Nino and Sho exchange glances.
[That was way too easy for our Matsumoto Junko. What's the catch?]
*_*_*_*_*_*_*
When Jun strides into class with the air of a regent prince, Ohno drops the large bronze shield he is holding ("--MY FOOT," Inocchi screams) and smiles brightly.
"You're back," the Professor says.
"Yeah I'm back," Jun says with a shrug, dumping his bag down beside his seat. "What've I missed?"
Still smiling, Ohno hands a piece of graphite chalk to Jun and pats the blank canvas in front of him. "Just draw what you see, and I'll help you with the rest," he tells Jun, somehow managing to look excited in the most composed fashion possible.
"You're not going to lecture me on my past absences or anything?" Jun asks, confused.
"But you're here now," Ohno says simply, before he's distracted by Sho's call for assistance.
"Told you he's different," Aiba whispers, already sporting smudges of graphite across his cheek.
Jun nods silently, his gaze fixed on the graphite chalk that Ohno gave him.
[Yeah, okay, 'I've wronged him, I should go apologize, but I have too much pride to apologize, blah blah blah', that's enough of that.]
"So tell me," Nino says casually, "What made you change your mind?"
Glancing up at Nino, Jun grins - the first one they have seen in weeks. "Any Professor who cares about grades, especially an Art Professor, will never tell Sho that he has the making of an artist."
[--well, if that wasn't obvious. Why didn't I notice that?]
As one, they turn to the oldest member in their clique, watching him expound on how he has broken the limits of his artistic abilities by giving his sketch an extra jaunty cock of the hips, a creative touch to Inocchi's original pose. Beside him, Ohno nods, looking completely absorbed by his passionate speech.
[Bullshit and nonsense. Still looks like a hairy snowman to me.]
"Still looks like a hairy snowman to me," Jun snorts, then arches an eyebrow when Nino bursts out laughing.
"Alright class," Ohno says after Sho is finished. "We'll be doing Greek today. Inocchi-kun, please do the honours."
Without hesitation, Professor Inocchi steps onto the podium and drops the cape he has been holding modestly around him. On his head, he sports a heavy warrior helmet, while he carries the offending shield in his right hand. Aside from that, he is of course, fully unclothed.
"Welcome back," Nino says to Jun, who looks like he's ready to run away screaming.
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes] Arashi in College, with assorted special guests every chapter. I think this may turn out into a vignette sort of thing than a real storyline, but it's definitely going to venture into a few pairings. In other words, GEN, for now. E-Enjoy? ♥
"Um..."
The chatter continues, growing louder in fact, to cover the quiet voice in the front.
"Um," Professor Ohno says again, his nose wrinkling in a frown. "I think we should all settle down--"
Bang.
Instantly, the class goes completely silent, all heads turning in shock to the source of the mini explosion. With the innocence of a cat with the pet canary between its jaws, Nino slips the large party cracker back into his bag, ignoring the disapproving look Sho shoots at him.
[Oh please, it's not like I'm doing any worse than the idiots who just won't shut up.]
"The Professor looks like he wants to kiss you," Aiba whispers to him, loud enough for the people two rows down to hear.
[Yes, thank you Aiba-chan, for that brilliant observation. The last thing I need is for the entire class to start a new thread on the gossip mill. 'NINOMIYA KAZUNARI, GAY FOR ART (AND MORE)'.]
Nino nods once at the Professor, who is gazing at him with soft, grateful eyes, before he looks away quickly.
"So," Ohno begins, clearing his throat, "Art. Some of you are here because you like art. Some of you are here because it's mandatory, and the other classes seem to require more work than this one." He pauses, as if he has stumbled on a roadblock in his thoughts, before moving on. "Well, I don't want you to think of art as work. Because art is supposed to be fun. In other words, this class will have no homework assignments, exams, nothing whatsoever, save for a final year-end project."
The class erupts into joy, relief, disbelief. Sho is less than pleased with this announcement, while Aiba is bouncing in his seat so rapidly, Nino has to wonder if his friend is going to pee in his pants from the excitement.
[Of course Sho-chan isn't happy, Mr. Practice Makes Perfect. S'not like art is something you can work on anyway; either you have it or you don't. Prof's got the right idea. Except, I wonder...]
Nino turns to Jun with a grin. "Still pissed, prissy?"
"Shut up," Jun snaps. "It took two hours for these patterns to dry."
"Uh huh. You know, you should offer those toenails as an art project, bet the Prof will like them."
He returns his attention to the front, feeling rather than seeing Jun's glower burning a hole into his back.
[Ever so fun to tease.]
"Anyway," Ohno calls out over the din, "Um, I'll have a handout regarding the final project next class, but the idea is to incorporate the art techniques that I'll demonstrate in class for you. You may pick your own theme, and um..."
A student raises her hand.
"Yes?"
"I don't think we got your name, Professor..." the girl says shyly.
"Oh." The Professor laughs sheepishly. "That's right. Ohno Satoshi. You can just call me Ohno, really."
[Definitely a newbie Professor. Cute.]
Settling back into his seat for a nap, Nino smiles as he hears the females in the class immediately bombard their Art Professor, or rather, Ohno, with the usual inane questions regarding age, girlfriends, and his favourite colour, with Aiba chiming in once every few minutes.
*_*_*_*_*_*
[Jun is skipping class again.]
Glancing around the classroom -- which they have rearranged so the desks form a wide circle, facing the center -- Nino rolls his eyes with a snort.
[Vindictive bastard.]
He notices Ohno glance worriedly at Jun's empty seat for the eighth time, even as Sho asks him, also for the eighth time, if his sketch looks better this round. It has already been a month since the first lesson. The class now respects Ohno, perhaps not as a Professor, but at least as an expert in his profession, after he unveiled a portrait of his mother which he finished just a few days ago.
Having gone through the basics of shapes and shadows, Ohno is now starting them on the drawing of human anatomy.
"Naked women!" Aiba hollers, only to find with great disappointment that Ohno has male models at hand.
One of them being their school's very own history teacher, Professor Inocchi. No one knows what Inocchi's real name is, just that he insists that they call him Inocchi. The girls seem to like it and the boys don't care, so it works out.
A boy raises his hand suddenly, looking extremely frustrated. "OHNO-SAN."
Ohno looks up distractedly.
"PROFESSOR INOCCHI IS MOVING AGAIN."
Vaguely, Ohno smiles at the (very naked) Professor posing in the center of the classroom. "Inocchi-kun, scratch your balls after the students are done with their sketch," he suggests.
"I can't help it if my balls itch!" Inocchi complains, before he flashes a large grin at the girls who shriek with laughter in the back.
[He should just up and marry Aoki Sayaka already. 'cept he's already married, and she prefers them young and nubile anyway. Speaking of young and nubile...]
Nino leans over to Aiba, who has somehow managed to get graphite chalk powder all over his face and neck. "Hey," he says, jerking his head towards the empty seat, "We should do something about Jun-kun."
Aiba pauses, then nods. "Nagase-kun can help us carry him to class."
"Nagase-kun?" Nino raises an eyebrow.
"Yep! You know, the guy in track-and-field I talk to all the time. He's all tall and buff. Did you know, he's been in this college for fourteen years. He's practically a veteran already!"
Nino coughs to hide his laughter. "He's a student right?"
"Yeah," Aiba says, "Why?"
"Nothing," Nino manages.
*_*_*_*_*_*
Nagase-kun has apparently decided not to attend practices today, so Nino, Aiba, and Sho (terrified that they may commit some sort of heinous crime by accident), are forced to visit their youngest friend at his dormitory room without their solid back-up.
"Put the pot down, Aiba-chan," Sho sighs.
"But he might attack!" Aiba shoots back, the cooking pot still hovering close to his face like a shield.
Nino snickers, as he raises his fist to rap against the door with the sign, '#282 MATSUMOTO JUN'.
"What are you doing here?"
"DON'T TOUCH ME," Aiba yelps in English as he swings the pot.
Even as Sho and Aiba panick over Jun's unconscious figure, the bruise on the younger boy's temple slowly turning an ugly purple, Nino collapses to the ground, rolling about with tears in his eyes.
[Thank you God, for the small pleasures in life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.]
Minutes later, they are sitting on the mountain of clothes piled next to Jun's bed while Jun holds an ice pack to his head, fuming.
"What exactly did you want?" he bites out, promptly wincing after.
Sho looks as though he wants to rush over and hold that ice pack for Jun, but thinks the better of it. "You haven't been attending art classes," he says instead.
Jun hesitates, surprise and maybe even guilt etching across his face, before he looks away with a huff. "So? We don't have any homework right?"
"But you're missing out a lot," Aiba pipes in, concerned. "We're learning how to perfect the curves of Professor Inocchi's butt."
"What?"
[Aiba-chan, we're trying to convince the kid to go to class, not run away from it screaming.]
"Ohno's starting to get worried," Nino points out.
"Why would he care about one student?" Jun sniffs. "It's not like my grades are going to drop... all I need is that final project." His eyes narrow fiercely. "Unless he intends to fail me anyway like every other bastard Professor in this school."
[What, so it wasn't just about the nails? SHOCKING.
Alright, to Jun-kun's credit, there was that one time this other Professor had told him to focus on his grades, that "a sick mother didn't work as an excuse". Not that MatsuJun was ever a mama's boy, but hey, a mother due for a complicated surgery in a week always more important than some stupid Culture History course, and he was already topping the class anyway. I'm just surprised he didn't sock the bastard a good one in the nose with those death rings he keeps wearing.
Still doesn't negate the fact that he's a vindictive bastard, all the same.]
"He's different," Aiba insists then, eyes shining. "He doesn't care about grades or school or all that boring stuff. He likes art, and he really likes us! I mean, he's like Professor Inocchi and Professor Yamaguchi, without the stripping and surfing obsessions!"
"He says I have the making of an artist," Sho tells Jun with some pride.
Jun stares at them, uncertain, before he shrugs gingerly, still resting the ice pack against his bruise. "I'll think about it."
As Aiba whoops, Nino and Sho exchange glances.
[That was way too easy for our Matsumoto Junko. What's the catch?]
*_*_*_*_*_*_*
When Jun strides into class with the air of a regent prince, Ohno drops the large bronze shield he is holding ("--MY FOOT," Inocchi screams) and smiles brightly.
"You're back," the Professor says.
"Yeah I'm back," Jun says with a shrug, dumping his bag down beside his seat. "What've I missed?"
Still smiling, Ohno hands a piece of graphite chalk to Jun and pats the blank canvas in front of him. "Just draw what you see, and I'll help you with the rest," he tells Jun, somehow managing to look excited in the most composed fashion possible.
"You're not going to lecture me on my past absences or anything?" Jun asks, confused.
"But you're here now," Ohno says simply, before he's distracted by Sho's call for assistance.
"Told you he's different," Aiba whispers, already sporting smudges of graphite across his cheek.
Jun nods silently, his gaze fixed on the graphite chalk that Ohno gave him.
[Yeah, okay, 'I've wronged him, I should go apologize, but I have too much pride to apologize, blah blah blah', that's enough of that.]
"So tell me," Nino says casually, "What made you change your mind?"
Glancing up at Nino, Jun grins - the first one they have seen in weeks. "Any Professor who cares about grades, especially an Art Professor, will never tell Sho that he has the making of an artist."
[--well, if that wasn't obvious. Why didn't I notice that?]
As one, they turn to the oldest member in their clique, watching him expound on how he has broken the limits of his artistic abilities by giving his sketch an extra jaunty cock of the hips, a creative touch to Inocchi's original pose. Beside him, Ohno nods, looking completely absorbed by his passionate speech.
[Bullshit and nonsense. Still looks like a hairy snowman to me.]
"Still looks like a hairy snowman to me," Jun snorts, then arches an eyebrow when Nino bursts out laughing.
"Alright class," Ohno says after Sho is finished. "We'll be doing Greek today. Inocchi-kun, please do the honours."
Without hesitation, Professor Inocchi steps onto the podium and drops the cape he has been holding modestly around him. On his head, he sports a heavy warrior helmet, while he carries the offending shield in his right hand. Aside from that, he is of course, fully unclothed.
"Welcome back," Nino says to Jun, who looks like he's ready to run away screaming.