004. shy.
title: shy
pairing: ninomiya kazunari/ohno satoshi
rating: g
word count: 349
disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction. i don't own! i just play with them
author's note: this is a little too long to be a drabble, even though it was meant to be...but close enough?
summary:
Nino is blushing. It’s hard to tell, through the snow dusting over their hair like halos, over their clothes like a new layer of skin, and the cold is enough of an excuse to cover for him. But his pale cheeks are splotching with pink, the color rising along the bridge of his nose, and Ohno, who knows the real reason for this, is a little awed by the sight.
“You- what?” It won’t help to laugh, watching Nino duck his head and try to hide behind hair that is curling at the tips with frost.
“Just- it slipped out,” he mutters, and looks so terribly embarrassed by the whole thing that Ohno almost feels bad about not just changing the subject.
Almost.
“Look, just-” Nino is glancing around somewhat desperately, attempting to find an excuse to beat a hasty retreat. Ohno secretly knows that it’s impossible. They have to take the same route to the station, so there’s no sense in not walking there together, and it’s dark out now; no one around to save him. “Forget about it, okay?”
Ohno sometimes forgets that, despite all of his seeming self-assuredness, Nino is not actually very good with words at all, nor does he have the confidence he pretends to have. “I don’t want to forget about it,” he says, finally.
“It was stupid.”
“You’re being stupid,” Ohno grabs for his hand; feels fingers frozen stiff through wet gloves, much like his own. “You surprised me, that’s all. I mean- a real one, right? You want to go on a real date?”
“All you have to do is say no!” Nino says loudly. “If it’s too weird, just say no.”
“No!” Ohno yelps, then nods frantically, “yes. Yes, we should do that. Let’s please do that.”
Nino’s grin bursts bright and brilliant across his face, almost too wide for it, and he doesn’t seem to care about hiding his blush now. He clings to Ohno’s hand and draw him close enough to kiss him before coming back to his senses and reeling in his soppy behavior.
Ohno just smiles.
pairing: ninomiya kazunari/ohno satoshi
rating: g
word count: 349
disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction. i don't own! i just play with them
author's note: this is a little too long to be a drabble, even though it was meant to be...but close enough?
summary:
Nino is blushing. It’s hard to tell, through the snow dusting over their hair like halos, over their clothes like a new layer of skin, and the cold is enough of an excuse to cover for him. But his pale cheeks are splotching with pink, the color rising along the bridge of his nose, and Ohno, who knows the real reason for this, is a little awed by the sight.
“You- what?” It won’t help to laugh, watching Nino duck his head and try to hide behind hair that is curling at the tips with frost.
“Just- it slipped out,” he mutters, and looks so terribly embarrassed by the whole thing that Ohno almost feels bad about not just changing the subject.
Almost.
“Look, just-” Nino is glancing around somewhat desperately, attempting to find an excuse to beat a hasty retreat. Ohno secretly knows that it’s impossible. They have to take the same route to the station, so there’s no sense in not walking there together, and it’s dark out now; no one around to save him. “Forget about it, okay?”
Ohno sometimes forgets that, despite all of his seeming self-assuredness, Nino is not actually very good with words at all, nor does he have the confidence he pretends to have. “I don’t want to forget about it,” he says, finally.
“It was stupid.”
“You’re being stupid,” Ohno grabs for his hand; feels fingers frozen stiff through wet gloves, much like his own. “You surprised me, that’s all. I mean- a real one, right? You want to go on a real date?”
“All you have to do is say no!” Nino says loudly. “If it’s too weird, just say no.”
“No!” Ohno yelps, then nods frantically, “yes. Yes, we should do that. Let’s please do that.”
Nino’s grin bursts bright and brilliant across his face, almost too wide for it, and he doesn’t seem to care about hiding his blush now. He clings to Ohno’s hand and draw him close enough to kiss him before coming back to his senses and reeling in his soppy behavior.
Ohno just smiles.