[FIC] Arashi - Ohmiya Drabbles (Set Two)
Title: teeny tidbits of whimsy and schmoop (set two)
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: In order: G, G, G, PG-13, G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: HEY LOOK a proper header! Also MOAR Ohmiya because... Ohmiya. Yes. Also on AO3 (Link).
can I keep him?
Sho-chan is going to have kittens, Nino decides. Cute, fluffy little kittens that Aiba will immediately make off with.
Jun, on the other hand, will probably just murder Nino outright for being an idiot.
All of this is, of course, provided that Nino’s new houseguest doesn’t turn out to be a homicidal drifter on the run and kill him in his sleep first.
“Do you want tea?” Nino calls from his kitchen, where he is already setting out the kettle for himself. There is a bit of shuffling from the living room, and then a round and somewhat scruffy-looking face pokes into the doorway.
“You have a lot of books on music,” Ohno says, rather than answering him outright.
Nino interprets this as a ‘yes’ and sets out a second cup. “Well,” he says, “I am a musician. It kind of comes with the job.”
Ohno makes a vague noise and steps into the small space between Nino’s counters. He looks around curiously for a bit, the same way he had when Nino had left him in the living room. Nino turns away to fuss with the kettle.
After a long stretch of comfortable silence, Ohno finally asks, “Will you play something for me?”
Nino glances over his shoulder. Ohno is hovering nearby, rocking on his heels like an impatient child. He’s got that dreamy look in his eyes, the same one from the train station platform that had made it so hard for Nino to turn away from him. That had, in the end, pushed to Nino offer a complete stranger a place to sleep and a hot meal.
Kittens, Nino repeats to himself, and then smiles.
“Sure, Oh-chan,” he says, “I’ll play whatever you like.”
***
play me a memory
He’s not there every night.
Ohno learns this the hard way. He comes in on Sunday, then Monday, and then Tuesday, but the piano remains lonely and ignored on the stage, lights dimmed around it and cover closed over the keys. It’s Wednesday now and Ohno is starting to wonder if this might become a habit.
Jun, he thinks, would not approve.
He takes a sip of his beer and is thinking about heading home when someone says, “He only comes in on Saturdays.”
Ohno’s attention snaps to the bartender, who up until now has been rubbing at the already spotless counter with a terry cloth, trying to appear busy on an otherwise slow night. The bartender smiles at him in a open, friendly sort of way that makes Ohno want to smile back.
“You’re looking for Nino, right?” The bartender says, putting his elbows on the bar and leaning in close to Ohno. Ohno doesn’t know any ‘Nino’ and he thinks about telling the bartender this, but as he takes in the other man’s delighted expression, he abruptly decides it’s too much work to bother trying to explain and just nods instead. The bartender’s grin widens. “I knew it. I told Sho-chan it would be good for business to let him play.”
Ohno squints a little, mind slow from the alcohol and half a week’s worth of staying out too late looking for his mysterious pianist. When he finally does connect the dots, he blinks once, slowly, and then gives the bartender his full attention.
“Saturday?” He repeats. The bartender nods. Ohno returns the gesture firmly, more for his own benefit, and echoes with determination, “Saturdays.”
***
baby baby baby
Nino expects a lot of things when they bring the baby home.
Chaos, for one thing, as their definition of “normal” reshifts to accommodate a tiny new person. Long nights without asleep followed by longer days at work. Crippling insecurities about completely fucking up an entire person oh dear god what were they thinking.
Most of all, though, he expects there to be crying.
Really, he should have known better to expect anything normal from any child of Ohno’s, adopted or not.
“Do you think she’s sick?” He worries, fussing with her blanket and stuffed frog and the feet of her onesie pajamas. “Oh-chan. What if she’s sick?”
Ohno, who is collapsed face-first onto their couch, makes a noise that can only barely be described as human. There is a long pause, and then the creak of couch springs as he hauls himself upright. He shuffles over and a few seconds later, Nino feels a cold nose pressing against the side of his neck as Ohno nuzzles at him sleepily. Ohno peers over his shoulder and down at their daughter. She peers back up, quiet but for an occasional baby-sound.
They regard each other seriously for a long moment.
“She’s fine,” Ohno finally concludes. And then, “I think the cloud on her mobile is her favorite.”
Nino huffs a laugh. But he feels better anyway.
***
my honey honey koi no Study
Nino, Ohno realizes after a few weeks, is bad for his study habits.
Jun snorts inelegantly. “What study habits?”
Ohno ignores this. He is, after all, in despair. “I think we have to break up,” he tells Nino mournfully during their next date. (’Date’ being code for ‘making out on Sho-chan’s couch because Jun kicked them out for being gross again,’ naturally.) “You’re bad for my study habits.”
Nino, who is perched on Ohno’s chest with the zipper of his pants down, looks bemused. “What study habits?”
“Can you please not?” adds Sho pleadingly, from where he is standing in the corner with a hand over his eyes, having wandered in for a snack and gotten more of an eyeful than he ever wanted.
“Sho-chan, shh!” says Aiba, Sho’s actual roommate, who is not-so-discreetly recording them with his phone. “They’re just getting to the good part.”
Nino, who has just now noticed their presence, throws a sock at him. With the mood effectively killed, he slides off of Ohno and fixes his pants. Ohno pouts a little - though whether it’s from being ignored or Nino’s sudden distance is anyone’s guess.
“Nino,” he interrupts. “Did you hear me? I said we have to break up.”
“I heard you, Oh-chan.” Nino assures, reaching over to pat Ohno on the head placatingly. He looks very much like he’s trying not to laugh. “Tell me: how am I bad for your non-existent study habits?”
The little pout becomes a bigger one. “I’m gonna fail my classes because of you.”
Nino blinks. There is a long silence.
Then, “Oh-chan… your only class this semester is an art elective.”
“Yes,” Ohno confirms. “I keep drawing you.” Ohno allows this to sink in for a moment. When it becomes apparent that no one but him is understanding the problem, he adds, “Sensei says if I turn in one more sketchbook full of porn, she’s gonna fail me.”
“Oh god,” Sho says faintly, though it’s hard to hear over Aiba, who shouts at that moment, “I KNEW THAT WAS WHY YOU DIDN’T WANT TO SHARE THEM!!!”
Nino, for his part, falls right over from laughing so hard. Ohno pouts and kicks at him half-heartedly, then yelps when Nino snakes a hand up to tug him down onto the floor as well so that he can demonstrate all the very important reasons they shouldn’t break up. Like his excellent cuddling skills.
***
look this way
“Oh,” Ohno says.
Nino blushes and looks away, self-consciously adjusting the black frames perched across his nose. “I lost a contact,” he explains, unexpectedly shy.
Ohno is very quiet for a long moment. Nino would be worried about this, except for the fact that Ohno is also staring with wide, transfixed eyes and an expression he normally reserves for shiny objects and loud colors.
“…cute.” Ohno finally decides. He scoots forward so he can wrap himself around Nino like an octopus, making Nino laugh and shove at him without any real intent of pushing him away. “Nino is cute,” he says, hiding his face against Nino’s shoulder.
“You’re so weird,” Nino tells him. But he doesn’t make him move.
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: In order: G, G, G, PG-13, G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: HEY LOOK a proper header! Also MOAR Ohmiya because... Ohmiya. Yes. Also on AO3 (Link).
can I keep him?
Sho-chan is going to have kittens, Nino decides. Cute, fluffy little kittens that Aiba will immediately make off with.
Jun, on the other hand, will probably just murder Nino outright for being an idiot.
All of this is, of course, provided that Nino’s new houseguest doesn’t turn out to be a homicidal drifter on the run and kill him in his sleep first.
“Do you want tea?” Nino calls from his kitchen, where he is already setting out the kettle for himself. There is a bit of shuffling from the living room, and then a round and somewhat scruffy-looking face pokes into the doorway.
“You have a lot of books on music,” Ohno says, rather than answering him outright.
Nino interprets this as a ‘yes’ and sets out a second cup. “Well,” he says, “I am a musician. It kind of comes with the job.”
Ohno makes a vague noise and steps into the small space between Nino’s counters. He looks around curiously for a bit, the same way he had when Nino had left him in the living room. Nino turns away to fuss with the kettle.
After a long stretch of comfortable silence, Ohno finally asks, “Will you play something for me?”
Nino glances over his shoulder. Ohno is hovering nearby, rocking on his heels like an impatient child. He’s got that dreamy look in his eyes, the same one from the train station platform that had made it so hard for Nino to turn away from him. That had, in the end, pushed to Nino offer a complete stranger a place to sleep and a hot meal.
Kittens, Nino repeats to himself, and then smiles.
“Sure, Oh-chan,” he says, “I’ll play whatever you like.”
***
play me a memory
He’s not there every night.
Ohno learns this the hard way. He comes in on Sunday, then Monday, and then Tuesday, but the piano remains lonely and ignored on the stage, lights dimmed around it and cover closed over the keys. It’s Wednesday now and Ohno is starting to wonder if this might become a habit.
Jun, he thinks, would not approve.
He takes a sip of his beer and is thinking about heading home when someone says, “He only comes in on Saturdays.”
Ohno’s attention snaps to the bartender, who up until now has been rubbing at the already spotless counter with a terry cloth, trying to appear busy on an otherwise slow night. The bartender smiles at him in a open, friendly sort of way that makes Ohno want to smile back.
“You’re looking for Nino, right?” The bartender says, putting his elbows on the bar and leaning in close to Ohno. Ohno doesn’t know any ‘Nino’ and he thinks about telling the bartender this, but as he takes in the other man’s delighted expression, he abruptly decides it’s too much work to bother trying to explain and just nods instead. The bartender’s grin widens. “I knew it. I told Sho-chan it would be good for business to let him play.”
Ohno squints a little, mind slow from the alcohol and half a week’s worth of staying out too late looking for his mysterious pianist. When he finally does connect the dots, he blinks once, slowly, and then gives the bartender his full attention.
“Saturday?” He repeats. The bartender nods. Ohno returns the gesture firmly, more for his own benefit, and echoes with determination, “Saturdays.”
***
baby baby baby
Nino expects a lot of things when they bring the baby home.
Chaos, for one thing, as their definition of “normal” reshifts to accommodate a tiny new person. Long nights without asleep followed by longer days at work. Crippling insecurities about completely fucking up an entire person oh dear god what were they thinking.
Most of all, though, he expects there to be crying.
Really, he should have known better to expect anything normal from any child of Ohno’s, adopted or not.
“Do you think she’s sick?” He worries, fussing with her blanket and stuffed frog and the feet of her onesie pajamas. “Oh-chan. What if she’s sick?”
Ohno, who is collapsed face-first onto their couch, makes a noise that can only barely be described as human. There is a long pause, and then the creak of couch springs as he hauls himself upright. He shuffles over and a few seconds later, Nino feels a cold nose pressing against the side of his neck as Ohno nuzzles at him sleepily. Ohno peers over his shoulder and down at their daughter. She peers back up, quiet but for an occasional baby-sound.
They regard each other seriously for a long moment.
“She’s fine,” Ohno finally concludes. And then, “I think the cloud on her mobile is her favorite.”
Nino huffs a laugh. But he feels better anyway.
***
my honey honey koi no Study
Nino, Ohno realizes after a few weeks, is bad for his study habits.
Jun snorts inelegantly. “What study habits?”
Ohno ignores this. He is, after all, in despair. “I think we have to break up,” he tells Nino mournfully during their next date. (’Date’ being code for ‘making out on Sho-chan’s couch because Jun kicked them out for being gross again,’ naturally.) “You’re bad for my study habits.”
Nino, who is perched on Ohno’s chest with the zipper of his pants down, looks bemused. “What study habits?”
“Can you please not?” adds Sho pleadingly, from where he is standing in the corner with a hand over his eyes, having wandered in for a snack and gotten more of an eyeful than he ever wanted.
“Sho-chan, shh!” says Aiba, Sho’s actual roommate, who is not-so-discreetly recording them with his phone. “They’re just getting to the good part.”
Nino, who has just now noticed their presence, throws a sock at him. With the mood effectively killed, he slides off of Ohno and fixes his pants. Ohno pouts a little - though whether it’s from being ignored or Nino’s sudden distance is anyone’s guess.
“Nino,” he interrupts. “Did you hear me? I said we have to break up.”
“I heard you, Oh-chan.” Nino assures, reaching over to pat Ohno on the head placatingly. He looks very much like he’s trying not to laugh. “Tell me: how am I bad for your non-existent study habits?”
The little pout becomes a bigger one. “I’m gonna fail my classes because of you.”
Nino blinks. There is a long silence.
Then, “Oh-chan… your only class this semester is an art elective.”
“Yes,” Ohno confirms. “I keep drawing you.” Ohno allows this to sink in for a moment. When it becomes apparent that no one but him is understanding the problem, he adds, “Sensei says if I turn in one more sketchbook full of porn, she’s gonna fail me.”
“Oh god,” Sho says faintly, though it’s hard to hear over Aiba, who shouts at that moment, “I KNEW THAT WAS WHY YOU DIDN’T WANT TO SHARE THEM!!!”
Nino, for his part, falls right over from laughing so hard. Ohno pouts and kicks at him half-heartedly, then yelps when Nino snakes a hand up to tug him down onto the floor as well so that he can demonstrate all the very important reasons they shouldn’t break up. Like his excellent cuddling skills.
***
look this way
“Oh,” Ohno says.
Nino blushes and looks away, self-consciously adjusting the black frames perched across his nose. “I lost a contact,” he explains, unexpectedly shy.
Ohno is very quiet for a long moment. Nino would be worried about this, except for the fact that Ohno is also staring with wide, transfixed eyes and an expression he normally reserves for shiny objects and loud colors.
“…cute.” Ohno finally decides. He scoots forward so he can wrap himself around Nino like an octopus, making Nino laugh and shove at him without any real intent of pushing him away. “Nino is cute,” he says, hiding his face against Nino’s shoulder.
“You’re so weird,” Nino tells him. But he doesn’t make him move.