[Arashi] Better for Best
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neko_kirin3104Title: Better for Best
Group/pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 027 Perfect
Word Count: 1122
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Ohno refuses to make the better choice.
Disclaimer: I own nobody
“You can do better than me, Satoshi.”
Sho Sakurai watches as his lover’s hand languidly drives a pencil over his sketchpad, looking oblivious to what he has just said. He sighs wistfully, props his face in his hands and is soon enthralled into silence by the calming sight of Satoshi Ohno unflinchingly lost in another one of his random masterpieces.
They have been idling in the green room for close to two hours now, no thanks to some random technical hitch in the Share House set. Sho has not been in the perkiest of moods all day and wants nothing more than to go home, wither into his bed and entangle himself in warm sheets and blissful repose. Anything to keep his thoughts from constantly bringing up all of his inadequacies.
Although he’d really like it better if Satoshi invites him to his place tonight...
The exhausted young man suddenly shivers with anticipation as the whimsical thought quickly turns into uncensored fantasies of him and his lover caught in a tangle of sweaty sheets and blissful intimacy.
His eyes flutter close as another sigh escapes his throat. And Satoshi must’ve picked up on the desperate itch that came with it for he actually responds this time.
“What’s wrong, Sho-chan?”
Sho’s eyes crack open lazily, a pout forming on his lips. He hates that his lover can’t even call him “Honey” like he does in private. Sho-chan is close enough, but still...
“Are you hungry again?” Satoshi’s voice sounded tired, but rife with the concern and tenderness he never uses with anyone else. “I’ll get you something to eat.”
He shakes his head and pouts even more. He’s just lost much of the excess weight he recently got roasted for, and is still too scarred from the experience to want to go down that road again.
His lover frowns intently at him and prods in his I-can-see-through-you baritone, “You’ve been reading up on yourself again, huh?”
Sho meets the older guy’s gaze and immediately starts tearing up. He sniffs and blinks several times to keep the deluge at bay, covering his face with his hands to save him the embarrassment should he fails.
“Hey.” Satoshi reaches out a hand across the table to rub his arm comfortingly. “I told you not to bother too much about those things.”
“Easy for you to say,” he mumbles into his palms. “You’re the one winning all those fancy acting awards.”
“They don’t matter,” Satoshi retorts, sounding a little embarrassed. His warm hand is now resting against Sho’s elbow as an afterthought abruptly hit him. “Well, they do. But why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?”
“People praise you for a lot of things. They adore you even for your faults.” Sho parts his fingers slightly to peer at his lover. “I get voted most desired idol boyfriend in some magazine, and get whipped for the slightest imperfections.”
“They don’t know who you really are,” Satoshi mutters soothingly. “Their opinions shouldn’t matter.”
Sho grunts in frustration. He leans his head back, presses the heels of his palms to his eyes, then whines, “Satoshi... Don’t do this.” The last thing he wants to read about is him showing up for Share House recording looking like a drowned chipmunk.
“Okay.”
He hears his lover’s deep sigh and the unmistakable ruffling of papers as the complaisant artist obligingly gets back to his unfinished drawing.
It takes a couple more minutes for Sho to finally pull himself together and prop his elbows back to the table to nestle his face, still a little red from the effort of not-crying, in his hands.
He watches his lover again, serene and focused on his artistic piece. And he feels a dull ache in his chest at the mere thought of this man seeing all the imperfections other people see in him and eventually realizing Sho Sakurai is not such a good catch after all.
“You can do better than me, Satoshi.”
His voice is a mere whisper this time, but it makes Satoshi’s pencil stop in mid-stroke.
“You can do so much better.”
Sho smiles bitterly as the heaviness in his chest threatens to spill over once again.
“You’re right,” Satoshi responds quietly. He sighs and sets his sketchpad—drawing-side down—and pencil on the table. “You’re definitely right.”
Sho feels like a whole pitcher of cold water has been dumped on him. He stares numbly at his lover and is only slightly awed by the irony of that utterly hurtful statement having chased his tears away.
He is asking for this.
Satoshi crosses his arms over his chest and frowns while leaning into his chair. “I can definitely get someone who does not fail at things as much as you do. Someone who’s not as clumsy as you, who actually cooks edible food without the unpredictable moodiness, and does not push me off the bed in his sleep...”
STOP! Sho screams in his head, covering his face with his hands again. JUST STOP!
Where are those damn tears when he needs them to ease the constricting ache in his heart?
“I can definitely find someone who actually knows a house chore or two, doesn’t whine as much as you do, and does not scream over the littlest bugs on the wall like you do.”
Sho wants desperately to run away and get hit by something—ANYTHING to wake him out of this nightmare.
“But then, where would the fun be in that?”
Sho’s terribly stupefied heart suddenly gives a start. Say what, again?
“So, yeah. Maybe there’s someone better out there.” Satoshi’s voice falls into a tender whisper, “But, only a fool would ever want to step down from the best.”
Sho’s heart hears that and goes berserk. He feels his lover’s long fingers gently prying his hands away from his face, and subsequently finds himself staring into a pair of eyes awash with sincerity and affection.
And he starts tearing up at the sight, the feelings it stirs up within him warm and pleasant and healing...
“Thank you,” he purrs heartily.
“I love you,” his lover purrs fondly back, reaching out a hand to wipe the wayward tear that eventually rolls down his cheek.
Fifteen minutes later, when an AD finally tells them the set is ready, Sho Sakurai is noticeably awake and high-spirited for someone who is working well past midnight. A sharp contrast, as anyone would agree, to his affectedly agreeable character earlier that night.
On the table, in the sketchpad Satoshi Ohno has been trifling with all night, is a portrait of him with his face resting in his hands. Smiling.
Scribbled across the bottom of the page is the word perfect beside his name.
Group/pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 027 Perfect
Word Count: 1122
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Ohno refuses to make the better choice.
Disclaimer: I own nobody
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts, and because Ohno has once again declared expressed his undying love admiration for the perfection that is Sho Sakurai in Miss’s February 2013 issue. (´∀｀)♡
je_prompts, and because Ohno has once again Note 2: Purely fictional, of course. b(=^.^=)o
“You can do better than me, Satoshi.”
Sho Sakurai watches as his lover’s hand languidly drives a pencil over his sketchpad, looking oblivious to what he has just said. He sighs wistfully, props his face in his hands and is soon enthralled into silence by the calming sight of Satoshi Ohno unflinchingly lost in another one of his random masterpieces.
They have been idling in the green room for close to two hours now, no thanks to some random technical hitch in the Share House set. Sho has not been in the perkiest of moods all day and wants nothing more than to go home, wither into his bed and entangle himself in warm sheets and blissful repose. Anything to keep his thoughts from constantly bringing up all of his inadequacies.
Although he’d really like it better if Satoshi invites him to his place tonight...
The exhausted young man suddenly shivers with anticipation as the whimsical thought quickly turns into uncensored fantasies of him and his lover caught in a tangle of sweaty sheets and blissful intimacy.
His eyes flutter close as another sigh escapes his throat. And Satoshi must’ve picked up on the desperate itch that came with it for he actually responds this time.
“What’s wrong, Sho-chan?”
Sho’s eyes crack open lazily, a pout forming on his lips. He hates that his lover can’t even call him “Honey” like he does in private. Sho-chan is close enough, but still...
“Are you hungry again?” Satoshi’s voice sounded tired, but rife with the concern and tenderness he never uses with anyone else. “I’ll get you something to eat.”
He shakes his head and pouts even more. He’s just lost much of the excess weight he recently got roasted for, and is still too scarred from the experience to want to go down that road again.
His lover frowns intently at him and prods in his I-can-see-through-you baritone, “You’ve been reading up on yourself again, huh?”
Sho meets the older guy’s gaze and immediately starts tearing up. He sniffs and blinks several times to keep the deluge at bay, covering his face with his hands to save him the embarrassment should he fails.
“Hey.” Satoshi reaches out a hand across the table to rub his arm comfortingly. “I told you not to bother too much about those things.”
“Easy for you to say,” he mumbles into his palms. “You’re the one winning all those fancy acting awards.”
“They don’t matter,” Satoshi retorts, sounding a little embarrassed. His warm hand is now resting against Sho’s elbow as an afterthought abruptly hit him. “Well, they do. But why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?”
“People praise you for a lot of things. They adore you even for your faults.” Sho parts his fingers slightly to peer at his lover. “I get voted most desired idol boyfriend in some magazine, and get whipped for the slightest imperfections.”
“They don’t know who you really are,” Satoshi mutters soothingly. “Their opinions shouldn’t matter.”
Sho grunts in frustration. He leans his head back, presses the heels of his palms to his eyes, then whines, “Satoshi... Don’t do this.” The last thing he wants to read about is him showing up for Share House recording looking like a drowned chipmunk.
“Okay.”
He hears his lover’s deep sigh and the unmistakable ruffling of papers as the complaisant artist obligingly gets back to his unfinished drawing.
It takes a couple more minutes for Sho to finally pull himself together and prop his elbows back to the table to nestle his face, still a little red from the effort of not-crying, in his hands.
He watches his lover again, serene and focused on his artistic piece. And he feels a dull ache in his chest at the mere thought of this man seeing all the imperfections other people see in him and eventually realizing Sho Sakurai is not such a good catch after all.
“You can do better than me, Satoshi.”
His voice is a mere whisper this time, but it makes Satoshi’s pencil stop in mid-stroke.
“You can do so much better.”
Sho smiles bitterly as the heaviness in his chest threatens to spill over once again.
“You’re right,” Satoshi responds quietly. He sighs and sets his sketchpad—drawing-side down—and pencil on the table. “You’re definitely right.”
Sho feels like a whole pitcher of cold water has been dumped on him. He stares numbly at his lover and is only slightly awed by the irony of that utterly hurtful statement having chased his tears away.
He is asking for this.
Satoshi crosses his arms over his chest and frowns while leaning into his chair. “I can definitely get someone who does not fail at things as much as you do. Someone who’s not as clumsy as you, who actually cooks edible food without the unpredictable moodiness, and does not push me off the bed in his sleep...”
STOP! Sho screams in his head, covering his face with his hands again. JUST STOP!
Where are those damn tears when he needs them to ease the constricting ache in his heart?
“I can definitely find someone who actually knows a house chore or two, doesn’t whine as much as you do, and does not scream over the littlest bugs on the wall like you do.”
Sho wants desperately to run away and get hit by something—ANYTHING to wake him out of this nightmare.
“But then, where would the fun be in that?”
Sho’s terribly stupefied heart suddenly gives a start. Say what, again?
“So, yeah. Maybe there’s someone better out there.” Satoshi’s voice falls into a tender whisper, “But, only a fool would ever want to step down from the best.”
Sho’s heart hears that and goes berserk. He feels his lover’s long fingers gently prying his hands away from his face, and subsequently finds himself staring into a pair of eyes awash with sincerity and affection.
And he starts tearing up at the sight, the feelings it stirs up within him warm and pleasant and healing...
“Thank you,” he purrs heartily.
“I love you,” his lover purrs fondly back, reaching out a hand to wipe the wayward tear that eventually rolls down his cheek.
Fifteen minutes later, when an AD finally tells them the set is ready, Sho Sakurai is noticeably awake and high-spirited for someone who is working well past midnight. A sharp contrast, as anyone would agree, to his affectedly agreeable character earlier that night.
On the table, in the sketchpad Satoshi Ohno has been trifling with all night, is a portrait of him with his face resting in his hands. Smiling.
Scribbled across the bottom of the page is the word perfect beside his name.
~1992*4##111~
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Date: 2013-02-28 01:00 am (UTC)i looooove this so much, both of them are so sweet and cute <333
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:20 am (UTC)I love it!
Thanks~
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:30 am (UTC)As long as you're perfect in the eyes of someone that matters to you, then that's enough XD
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Date: 2013-02-28 08:00 pm (UTC)Your lovely comment reminded me of this quote: "Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly." ~<3
Thank you very much! ｡◕‿◕｡
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Date: 2013-02-28 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 08:01 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2013-02-28 08:03 pm (UTC)I love you, too for always commenting and making me smile. Thank you! ~<3
*hugs*
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Date: 2013-02-28 11:51 am (UTC)btw do you know where to find trans of what Ohno said in that Miss mag?
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Date: 2013-02-28 08:04 pm (UTC)I'll PM you... ~<3
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Date: 2013-03-01 06:36 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing Neko~♥
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Date: 2013-03-06 12:13 am (UTC)If we could, we'd all be geniuses. ohohoho. (well, except maybe Sho and Nino...they could read Riida like an open book for some weird reason)
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Date: 2013-03-09 05:59 am (UTC)Sorry if I ramble. I know it's uncomfortable. /bows
Thank you so much for thy consideration.
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Date: 2015-05-06 12:40 pm (UTC)So sweet and adorable; with Sho’s insecurities interlacing in between. I feel that you really capture Ohno’s nonchalant character very well; with sprinkles of genuine concern that is exclusive for his dearest peeking through the lines. Just a nice balance of what acceptance would mean in a relationship like this.