[Arashi] College AU: Chapter One
I'm trying out a completely new format, so I have absolutely no idea whether it works or not but, enjoy? ♥
Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional story. I do not own any of the boys in Johnny's Entertainment, or the female comedians Aoki Sayaka and Shibata Rie.
Title goes here
[My name is Ninomiya Kazunari. Yeah, I know. What a mouthful right? This is why I’ve decided never to give a name with more than four syllables to my kid.
Anyway, I’m a third year student at Ritsumeikan University. One of the best universities in Kyoto, ranked in the top five nationally, yada yada blah blah, and all that stuff my mother likes to tell me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, it’s just that, after spending three years in the same school, things get a little… boring, you know?]
“Why should I take my pants off, I have a ear infection!”
The female doctor smiles brightly in what she thinks to be a non-threatening way as she leans back in her leather seat, hands clasped together on her lap. “Never hurts to check, does it?”
[See what I mean? It’s only about the millionth time Doctor Shibata Rie has pulled that on a male patient. Oh, the guy getting all flustered with the doctor over there’s my best friend, Sakurai Sho. ‘Sho-chan,’ for short. One year my senior, great guy, real smart too. When he laughs, it sounds like someone punched him in the guts a few times.]
“Shibata-san, I swear,” Sho says with an obvious twitch in his temple, “Everything is functional down there. Nino, you know I’m right, tell her.”
[C’mon, Sho-chan, you know me better than that.]
Nino screws his face into a picture of innocence. “Just yesterday, little Sho-chan Junior responded very effectively to the latest swimsuit model calendar I showed him after dinner.”
“No, he did not,” Sho gasps.
“Well,” Doctor Shibata says kindly after a beat, “Then I think we have a problem.”
“For the love of god-“
“Please stop touching my penis!”
With a sigh, Nino rolls his eyes to the ceiling as Sho whips his head round to gape at the lanky boy who runs past the open doors of Shibata’s office, arms flailing wildly. Seconds later, an older lady, huffing and panting from exertion, staggers by.
“Making the rounds, Aoki-san?” the doctor calls out.
Chest heaving, Aoki manages to flash a feeble thumbs-up, before she wobbles forward to continue the pursuit of her prey.
[It’s no news to Ritsumeikan that the English Professor Aoki Sayaka has the biggest crush ever on her fourth year student, Aiba Masaki - resident idiot, and a good friend of mine.
Honestly, I think all Aiba-chan needs to do is let Aoki touch his penis without a fight. With the challenge gone, she’d probably just move on to some other guy in the class. But does he ever listen to me when I suggest that? No.]
Doctor Shibata beams. “So, where were we, Sakurai-kun?”
Sho opens his mouth for a brief five seconds, before he closes it, bows stiffly, and leaves the office, grabbing Nino by the arm as he does so.
“Why do you even bother?” Nino snickers.
“You think she’d change after four years!” Sho complains, tossing his arms into the air and nearly clocking a passing first year in the head.
The younger boy snorts once. “Things never change here.”
[Allow me to reiterate: booooooo~ringg.]
Walking swiftly, they duck into a lecture theater at the end of the corridor, minutes before the bell chimes the start of their first class. Inside, students chatter with each other as they toy with gaudy cell phones; one group even has the audacity to sit on the teacher’s desk up front for their little conversations.
Aiba is already seated in the back with three seats kept open around his vicinity. He waves with a grin, as though he had not been sprinting for the past half hour around the large school grounds.
Sliding into a seat, Nino nods at Aiba. “Morning. How’re the ol’ jewels holding up?”
“Intact!” the tall youth replies cheerfully. “And I broke my twenty-eight minute record this morning too!”
“How many rounds was it?” Sho asks, dropping down into the seat next to Aiba.
“Nine today, not counting the time I vaulted over the fence. Did anyone see MatsuJun today?”
Sho and Nino shrug, before all three of them glance at the last empty seat in unison.
[Matsumoto Jun: third year student and the last member of our elite group. Brilliant mind, diligent student. His one flaw? The hours he spends styling that hair and adding little gay sunflower patterns to those manicured nails. Punctuality counts a great deal in our final grades, but Jun-kun never seems to bother with it, the prissy little cat.]
“It’s our first Art elective module so the Professor wouldn’t be used to MatsuJun’s habits,” Sho says with a worried frown.
“He’ll be fine!” Nino reassures, slapping Sho on the back and ignoring the pained grimace. “Besides, the Prof isn’t here yet, and everyone else is still messing around!”
Aiba nods sagely. “That guy over there’s sleeping too.”
Following the direction of Aiba’s nod, Nino looks over with some curiosity.
With his round face propped up gently against folded arms, a young boy lies dozing on the desk, the tips of his sandy blonde hair lifted in fluffy tufts.
“He sure is pretty,” Aiba adds.
Sho chokes on the water he’s drinking - exactly as though someone had punched him in the gut. “I don’t think ‘pretty’ is the right word for a guy.”
[So, I’m not an amazing judge of beauty or anything, but this guy has all the classic features - long eyelashes, cute button nose, soft pouting, kissable lips… yeah, there’s really no other word for that.]
“He’s pretty,” Nino agrees.
At that exact moment, the boy lifts his head up, eyelids fluttering open ever so slowly to reveal liquid chocolate eyes - seconds before he jerks upright, those same eyes widening to size of saucers. “Oh my god, has class started already?” he yelps in panic.
“Relax,” Nino tells him with a bark of laughter, “Prof isn’t here yet.”
The boy stares blankly.
[Oookay, got a little space to spare up there, but still undeniably shove-against-wall-and-ravish pretty.]
“I haven’t seen you around before,” Sho notes with a friendly smile, “What’s your name?”
“Huh? Oh, Ohno Satoshi.”
“Hey that’s funny,” Aiba giggles, “You have the exact same name as our Art Professor!”
There is a momentary lull where Nino exchanges surprised glances with Sho, before both of them simultaneously scramble at their bags for the class schedule.
[And there it is, clear as day. “ 9:00am, Drawing, Painting and Sculpting, taught by visiting Professor-”]
“Ohno… Satoshi…” Sho reads, as though the sound of the name itself is a death toll.
Ohno, who actually waits patiently until the three of them have confirmed his identity, finally rises from his seat with a sheepish grin. “Yeah so, I kinda forgot my notes, but uh, I’ll be back in two minutes.”
Then, he spins around, moves forth with a confident step towards the door, and promptly trips over a student’s misplaced bag.
Nino returns his class schedule to the small pocket in his bag as he listens idly to Sho expounding his disbelief of their new Professor’s age and credibility. Mid-rant, they hear a crash outside the lecture hall and an indignant yell of, “I just did those toenails, you bastard!”
His back straightening, Nino allows a toothy grin to escape across his lean features.
[I take it back: maybe things do change.]
Edits/comments/critiques plz.
Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional story. I do not own any of the boys in Johnny's Entertainment, or the female comedians Aoki Sayaka and Shibata Rie.
Title goes here
[My name is Ninomiya Kazunari. Yeah, I know. What a mouthful right? This is why I’ve decided never to give a name with more than four syllables to my kid.
Anyway, I’m a third year student at Ritsumeikan University. One of the best universities in Kyoto, ranked in the top five nationally, yada yada blah blah, and all that stuff my mother likes to tell me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, it’s just that, after spending three years in the same school, things get a little… boring, you know?]
“Why should I take my pants off, I have a ear infection!”
The female doctor smiles brightly in what she thinks to be a non-threatening way as she leans back in her leather seat, hands clasped together on her lap. “Never hurts to check, does it?”
[See what I mean? It’s only about the millionth time Doctor Shibata Rie has pulled that on a male patient. Oh, the guy getting all flustered with the doctor over there’s my best friend, Sakurai Sho. ‘Sho-chan,’ for short. One year my senior, great guy, real smart too. When he laughs, it sounds like someone punched him in the guts a few times.]
“Shibata-san, I swear,” Sho says with an obvious twitch in his temple, “Everything is functional down there. Nino, you know I’m right, tell her.”
[C’mon, Sho-chan, you know me better than that.]
Nino screws his face into a picture of innocence. “Just yesterday, little Sho-chan Junior responded very effectively to the latest swimsuit model calendar I showed him after dinner.”
“No, he did not,” Sho gasps.
“Well,” Doctor Shibata says kindly after a beat, “Then I think we have a problem.”
“For the love of god-“
“Please stop touching my penis!”
With a sigh, Nino rolls his eyes to the ceiling as Sho whips his head round to gape at the lanky boy who runs past the open doors of Shibata’s office, arms flailing wildly. Seconds later, an older lady, huffing and panting from exertion, staggers by.
“Making the rounds, Aoki-san?” the doctor calls out.
Chest heaving, Aoki manages to flash a feeble thumbs-up, before she wobbles forward to continue the pursuit of her prey.
[It’s no news to Ritsumeikan that the English Professor Aoki Sayaka has the biggest crush ever on her fourth year student, Aiba Masaki - resident idiot, and a good friend of mine.
Honestly, I think all Aiba-chan needs to do is let Aoki touch his penis without a fight. With the challenge gone, she’d probably just move on to some other guy in the class. But does he ever listen to me when I suggest that? No.]
Doctor Shibata beams. “So, where were we, Sakurai-kun?”
Sho opens his mouth for a brief five seconds, before he closes it, bows stiffly, and leaves the office, grabbing Nino by the arm as he does so.
“Why do you even bother?” Nino snickers.
“You think she’d change after four years!” Sho complains, tossing his arms into the air and nearly clocking a passing first year in the head.
The younger boy snorts once. “Things never change here.”
[Allow me to reiterate: booooooo~ringg.]
Walking swiftly, they duck into a lecture theater at the end of the corridor, minutes before the bell chimes the start of their first class. Inside, students chatter with each other as they toy with gaudy cell phones; one group even has the audacity to sit on the teacher’s desk up front for their little conversations.
Aiba is already seated in the back with three seats kept open around his vicinity. He waves with a grin, as though he had not been sprinting for the past half hour around the large school grounds.
Sliding into a seat, Nino nods at Aiba. “Morning. How’re the ol’ jewels holding up?”
“Intact!” the tall youth replies cheerfully. “And I broke my twenty-eight minute record this morning too!”
“How many rounds was it?” Sho asks, dropping down into the seat next to Aiba.
“Nine today, not counting the time I vaulted over the fence. Did anyone see MatsuJun today?”
Sho and Nino shrug, before all three of them glance at the last empty seat in unison.
[Matsumoto Jun: third year student and the last member of our elite group. Brilliant mind, diligent student. His one flaw? The hours he spends styling that hair and adding little gay sunflower patterns to those manicured nails. Punctuality counts a great deal in our final grades, but Jun-kun never seems to bother with it, the prissy little cat.]
“It’s our first Art elective module so the Professor wouldn’t be used to MatsuJun’s habits,” Sho says with a worried frown.
“He’ll be fine!” Nino reassures, slapping Sho on the back and ignoring the pained grimace. “Besides, the Prof isn’t here yet, and everyone else is still messing around!”
Aiba nods sagely. “That guy over there’s sleeping too.”
Following the direction of Aiba’s nod, Nino looks over with some curiosity.
With his round face propped up gently against folded arms, a young boy lies dozing on the desk, the tips of his sandy blonde hair lifted in fluffy tufts.
“He sure is pretty,” Aiba adds.
Sho chokes on the water he’s drinking - exactly as though someone had punched him in the gut. “I don’t think ‘pretty’ is the right word for a guy.”
[So, I’m not an amazing judge of beauty or anything, but this guy has all the classic features - long eyelashes, cute button nose, soft pouting, kissable lips… yeah, there’s really no other word for that.]
“He’s pretty,” Nino agrees.
At that exact moment, the boy lifts his head up, eyelids fluttering open ever so slowly to reveal liquid chocolate eyes - seconds before he jerks upright, those same eyes widening to size of saucers. “Oh my god, has class started already?” he yelps in panic.
“Relax,” Nino tells him with a bark of laughter, “Prof isn’t here yet.”
The boy stares blankly.
[Oookay, got a little space to spare up there, but still undeniably shove-against-wall-and-ravish pretty.]
“I haven’t seen you around before,” Sho notes with a friendly smile, “What’s your name?”
“Huh? Oh, Ohno Satoshi.”
“Hey that’s funny,” Aiba giggles, “You have the exact same name as our Art Professor!”
There is a momentary lull where Nino exchanges surprised glances with Sho, before both of them simultaneously scramble at their bags for the class schedule.
[And there it is, clear as day. “ 9:00am, Drawing, Painting and Sculpting, taught by visiting Professor-”]
“Ohno… Satoshi…” Sho reads, as though the sound of the name itself is a death toll.
Ohno, who actually waits patiently until the three of them have confirmed his identity, finally rises from his seat with a sheepish grin. “Yeah so, I kinda forgot my notes, but uh, I’ll be back in two minutes.”
Then, he spins around, moves forth with a confident step towards the door, and promptly trips over a student’s misplaced bag.
Nino returns his class schedule to the small pocket in his bag as he listens idly to Sho expounding his disbelief of their new Professor’s age and credibility. Mid-rant, they hear a crash outside the lecture hall and an indignant yell of, “I just did those toenails, you bastard!”
His back straightening, Nino allows a toothy grin to escape across his lean features.
[I take it back: maybe things do change.]
Edits/comments/critiques plz.