dead!fic dump part 2
i actually think the whole second scene of this made it to a live!fic at some point but maybe worded totally differently...anywhere here's wonderwall (it's not, i just, someone tell me to shut up)
“I love you.”
The words spiral out of his lips between the puffs of smoke. Nino has no intention of saying them, never has before, not like this at least. Understandably, he ducks his head to hide the crimson ghosting across his cheeks.
“I mean, well. Well. You’re--”
Ohno grins, dreamy-eyed, and steals the cigarette from the corner of Nino’s mouth. “You’re cute,” he says, wrapping his lips around the end of the cigarette and inhaling slowly. The end lights up like a star in the dim alley they’re huddled in.
“You’re stubborn,” Nino mutters, pressing his mouth into the collar of his shirt as he attempts to disappear into himself. Ohno thinks it’s another joke, another game, one more reason for Nino to pick on him on television and Nino marks it down as another rejection.
Ohno slips his hand into Nino’s as he shimmies closer. Plucking the cigarette from his own mouth, he tips some ash off the end before replacing it at the edge of Nino’s lips. “Want to grab dinner later?” He asks.
“Sure,” Nino says, “That’s-- what?”
“Dinner,” Ohno repeats, with a tilt of his head, “tonight?”
Nino stares at him in blank incomprehension. This is a new development. “Um-- yes.”
“Okay,” Ohno says, the finality punctuated with a squeeze around Nino’s hand before he pulls it away, “I’ll meet you in the lobby after your interview.” He slides back through the back entrance of the building, with a small smile still touching the corners of his lips.
Nino is beyond dumbfounded. He stubs out his cigarette and wraps his arms around his torso, pinching himself for reassurance that yes, yes he is awake, and Ohno has asked him on a-- a date?
Yes, Nino decides, a grin wiggling across his face. Yes, a date.
--
“You can’t come,” Nino snaps, for the sixth time, and though his knees buckle under the force of Aiba’s puppy-dog eyes, he stands tall. “Aiba-chan, I said no, don’t ruin this for me,” he says, hoping that the pleading note in his tone will cause a miracle.
Aiba clutches his sleeve. “I’ll be quiet,” he says, “I won’t bother you or Leader, you won’t even know I’m there!”
“This is not a three-way date,” Nino says, stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“But it could end in a potential threesome!” Aiba exclaims, and receives a much-deserved smack to the back of the head. “What?! It’d be fun!”
“Pervert,” Nino mutters, cheeks red, “I’m not sleeping with you.”
A look of intrigue sparks in Aiba’s eyes. It makes Nino very anxious; usually, this particular look means that the light bulb in Aiba’s brain has sprung to action, glowing brightly through the cobwebs surrounding it. Usually, that look means Let me examine you and put you in a giant helium bubble and feed you food of questionable edibility. It’s the expression he reserves for experiments and hypotheses.
“But you would sleep with Leader, huh,” he says, wickedly, and sends Nino into a violent coughing fit to avoid admitting or denying any such accusation. “Okay!” Aiba announces, “Time for Operation: Get Nino Laid.”
Nino doesn’t know how to make the insanity stop, so he does the only thing that makes sense.
When Sho enters their green room later on, he doesn’t even ask Nino why Aiba is tied to a chair with a sock shoved into his mouth. Nino figures it’s okay-- Sho has walked in on worse before, like the time with Aiba and the pony, when they had to get rid of their favorite couch because no matter how much they tried, the smell of urine could not be removed from the cushions.
“Make sure you untie him before you leave,” Sho says, in response to a whimper from Aiba.
Shrugging, Nino flips to the next page of his script. “We’ll see,” he says. But he is merciful; on his way out of the door to his interview, he loosens the ties on Aiba’s wrists.
Later, he thinks, he’ll probably regret it.
*****
The moment Sho steps through the door, he knows this is not going to be his day. Namely because there is a pony standing in the center of the room, and Aiba is giving him puppy eyes while he clutches tightly at the pony's halter.
"I don't know where you found him," Sho says, flatly, "but the answer is no."
"But Sho-chan!"
Nino storms in, pushing Sho abruptly out of the way. He takes the scene in with one sweep of the room before turning to Sho. "Sho-chan," he says, his voice firm, "you are wasting electricity."
Sho has no idea what the hell that has to do with anything, or why he doesn't associate with people who are sane.
Nino reaches past him and flicks the light switch off, throwing the room into an oppressive darkness. "That's better," he says, and leaves, shutting the door heavily behind him.
The pony snuffles. Sho sighs.
the end for now!!
“I love you.”
The words spiral out of his lips between the puffs of smoke. Nino has no intention of saying them, never has before, not like this at least. Understandably, he ducks his head to hide the crimson ghosting across his cheeks.
“I mean, well. Well. You’re--”
Ohno grins, dreamy-eyed, and steals the cigarette from the corner of Nino’s mouth. “You’re cute,” he says, wrapping his lips around the end of the cigarette and inhaling slowly. The end lights up like a star in the dim alley they’re huddled in.
“You’re stubborn,” Nino mutters, pressing his mouth into the collar of his shirt as he attempts to disappear into himself. Ohno thinks it’s another joke, another game, one more reason for Nino to pick on him on television and Nino marks it down as another rejection.
Ohno slips his hand into Nino’s as he shimmies closer. Plucking the cigarette from his own mouth, he tips some ash off the end before replacing it at the edge of Nino’s lips. “Want to grab dinner later?” He asks.
“Sure,” Nino says, “That’s-- what?”
“Dinner,” Ohno repeats, with a tilt of his head, “tonight?”
Nino stares at him in blank incomprehension. This is a new development. “Um-- yes.”
“Okay,” Ohno says, the finality punctuated with a squeeze around Nino’s hand before he pulls it away, “I’ll meet you in the lobby after your interview.” He slides back through the back entrance of the building, with a small smile still touching the corners of his lips.
Nino is beyond dumbfounded. He stubs out his cigarette and wraps his arms around his torso, pinching himself for reassurance that yes, yes he is awake, and Ohno has asked him on a-- a date?
Yes, Nino decides, a grin wiggling across his face. Yes, a date.
--
“You can’t come,” Nino snaps, for the sixth time, and though his knees buckle under the force of Aiba’s puppy-dog eyes, he stands tall. “Aiba-chan, I said no, don’t ruin this for me,” he says, hoping that the pleading note in his tone will cause a miracle.
Aiba clutches his sleeve. “I’ll be quiet,” he says, “I won’t bother you or Leader, you won’t even know I’m there!”
“This is not a three-way date,” Nino says, stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“But it could end in a potential threesome!” Aiba exclaims, and receives a much-deserved smack to the back of the head. “What?! It’d be fun!”
“Pervert,” Nino mutters, cheeks red, “I’m not sleeping with you.”
A look of intrigue sparks in Aiba’s eyes. It makes Nino very anxious; usually, this particular look means that the light bulb in Aiba’s brain has sprung to action, glowing brightly through the cobwebs surrounding it. Usually, that look means Let me examine you and put you in a giant helium bubble and feed you food of questionable edibility. It’s the expression he reserves for experiments and hypotheses.
“But you would sleep with Leader, huh,” he says, wickedly, and sends Nino into a violent coughing fit to avoid admitting or denying any such accusation. “Okay!” Aiba announces, “Time for Operation: Get Nino Laid.”
Nino doesn’t know how to make the insanity stop, so he does the only thing that makes sense.
When Sho enters their green room later on, he doesn’t even ask Nino why Aiba is tied to a chair with a sock shoved into his mouth. Nino figures it’s okay-- Sho has walked in on worse before, like the time with Aiba and the pony, when they had to get rid of their favorite couch because no matter how much they tried, the smell of urine could not be removed from the cushions.
“Make sure you untie him before you leave,” Sho says, in response to a whimper from Aiba.
Shrugging, Nino flips to the next page of his script. “We’ll see,” he says. But he is merciful; on his way out of the door to his interview, he loosens the ties on Aiba’s wrists.
Later, he thinks, he’ll probably regret it.
*****
The moment Sho steps through the door, he knows this is not going to be his day. Namely because there is a pony standing in the center of the room, and Aiba is giving him puppy eyes while he clutches tightly at the pony's halter.
"I don't know where you found him," Sho says, flatly, "but the answer is no."
"But Sho-chan!"
Nino storms in, pushing Sho abruptly out of the way. He takes the scene in with one sweep of the room before turning to Sho. "Sho-chan," he says, his voice firm, "you are wasting electricity."
Sho has no idea what the hell that has to do with anything, or why he doesn't associate with people who are sane.
Nino reaches past him and flicks the light switch off, throwing the room into an oppressive darkness. "That's better," he says, and leaves, shutting the door heavily behind him.
The pony snuffles. Sho sighs.
the end for now!!