[Arashi] Typical Nino
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neko_kirin3104Title: Typical Nino
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiya (Nino/Ohno)
Prompt: 014 Lie
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1794
Rating: PG
Summary: Ohno receives a text message that sends him rushing to Nino's house.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts, and submitted as an entry to the February Fanfiction Writing Contest @ kiroii_niji. Originally posted here.
There are only a few things in this world that can send Satoshi Ohno rushing out of his house in a panic.
I’m getting married, the mail message he got from Nino read. Come over if you want to talk.
To be honest, Ohno doesn’t fully understand why he’s panicking so much. Nino getting married is an inevitable possibility he’s been anticipating for years and has tried all his best to be ready for. So why should it bother him this much now?
Nevertheless, the generally docile thirty-two-year-old lets himself be swept away by the tide of urgency—from his house, to the train station, and all the way to Kazunari Ninomiya’s front door.
He’s barely gotten out of bed when the brat dropped the bomb on him, so naturally he is hardly dressed to the nines. He just washed his face and gurgled before coming here, grabbing the nearest thing to decent he has in his wardrobe—the pants he wore the day before and some old shirt with a woman’s name emblazoned across its chest, his worn out cap, and a facial mask.
He hardly looks decent, really, but that’s beside the point.
Anyway, the younger guy hardly notices when he opens the door for him, greets him with a rather bored-sounding, “Hey,” and turns away without another word.
This is Ohno’s first time to come to this house of his own will. Not that he ever regretted all those times he was practically dragged here from work. Sometimes even staying two straight nights to keep his friend company.
He follows Nino in and gently closes the door. Taking his cap and mask off, he watches silently as the man of the house sits on the couch, adjusts his glasses, and wastes no time at all getting back on his game.
Typical Nino.
Despite all the snarks he spits out on TV, and the way he trolls just about anywhere else, Kazunari Ninomiya isn’t really very fond of talking in his private time.
An aspect of him that can get quite easily frustrating, except that Ohno has had years of practice ahead of everyone, and is himself not very fond of much chatter either.
Completely familiar with this routine by now, the older guy wordlessly plops down on the other end of the couch and dutifully keeps to himself.
Or tries to, anyway.
It takes barely a minute before the impatient fidgeting begins from his hands all the way to his feet. With so many questions filling his mind today, he is finding it unusually hard to wait for Nino to turn to him and actually start talking.
“Nino?” he calls out in a small voice, not at all expecting to get an answer.
The younger guy doesn’t even bother looking at him, merely mumbling, “Hm?” as his fingers keep dancing on the gaming console.
Again, typical Nino.
“Omedetou.” It isn’t really what he wants to say, but it is the safest thing Ohno can think of saying without overstepping his boundaries.
This time, Nino doesn’t even bother replying.
The next several minutes feel like an eternity that Ohno can almost swear he’s actually aged by ten years. And Nino, the eternally seventeen Nino looking like an un-withered immortal thumping on his Nintendo, is starting to really piss him off.
“Nino?” he asks again, trying to temper the edge in his voice.
“Hm?” That same tepid reply, almost lost in the continuous tip-tapping of console buttons.
What about us?, is what he intends to say. But for some reason, he ends up blurting, “Are we having break-up sex?”
“Hmmm,” the still unperturbed gamer hums ambiguously as he smoothly sends Mario through yet another level.
And Ohno very nearly jumps in delight when Nino finally pauses the game and stands up.
“Stay,” the younger guy says, instantly keeping him rooted to his seat.
Ohno watches as his host disappears into the kitchen, his ears instantly perking at the sound of the fridge opening, then closing with a click.
It only takes a couple of minutes before Nino returns, holding a bowl which he then shoves to his face.
“Tell me what you think.”
The younger guy’s no-nonsense expression promptly sends Ohno’s hand grabbing a weirdly shaped chocolate from the bowl and popping it into his mouth.
“Uwaah! Umai!” he exclaims truthfully, loving the taste and feel of the desert melting in his tongue.
“Of course,” Nino mumbles smugly, a slight smile flitting pass his lips, before placing the bowl on the coffee table and reconciling himself with Mario.
The chocolate is seriously good, not too sweet with the slightest hint of bitterness giving it some variety and character. It keeps Ohno busy for a full two minutes, savoring every last bit of the heavenly delicacy.
It is only when there is no trace of the sweetness left in his mouth that he is suddenly struck by a realization.
Nino made chocolates! And it’s freaking February 14th!
In all the years they’ve been sort-of-together, they have never really celebrated any special occasion. It’s either they spend it with their respective families, or Nino is out celebrating with someone else.
This is actually the first Valentine’s Day that they’re in the same place that’s totally unrelated to work.
It’s been years since they first began hanging out like this—friends with very pleasurable benefits. Getting together in-between attempts at a straight relationship, though never clearly defining what they are to each other.
It is pretty easy to tell whenever they are a couple, really. When the brat is being especially mean to him or just flat-out ignores him in both public and private settings, it means he’s trying to be serious with someone else.
But when Nino starts grabbing his butt or tweaking his nipples, leaning into him and nonchalantly wrapping an arm around him, Ohno knows the little devil is staking claim on him once again.
And by default, Ohno has no right to object. It isn’t like he’s been with anybody else lately anyway.
He hasn’t been with Nino for quite a while now, though.
And those chocolates probably aren’t for him, anyway.
And, shit! Didn’t Nino just mail him that he’s getting married?!
“Nino...” he calls out again, hesitantly.
“Hm?”
What about us?, the question flashes in his mind a second time.
And for the second time he ends up saying something else, “Will you let me meet her?”
Nino’s face is totally unreadable this time as he casually fiddles with the controls of his game.
And Ohno just watches the frustratingly impassive guy as a dull pain gradually settles in his chest, mocked by the bustling sounds of Mario advancing through his life with ease.
It takes another completed level for the gamer to finally respond to him by pausing the game and subsequently pulling out a black box from his trouser pocket.
It is just a little bit bigger than a regular velveteen ring box and Nino is holding it out to him, saying, “Tell me what you think,” in the same manner as before.
Ohno obligingly takes the box, briefly notes how Nino goes right back to his game as he does so, before carefully flipping its top to reveal a golden key inside, its surface gleaming where light touches it. He has expected to see something totally different, so this sight really takes him by surprise.
“What’s this?” he asks dumbly, not wanting to believe his own perceptions.
“A key,” Nino replies, a large part of his mind still occupied by Mario’s quest.
“Yeah, I know,” he quips, frowning at the deadpan face. “But to where?”
“Here.”
“Oh,” is all Ohno has to say as the impact of that one word crashes through his heart. He takes a deep breath, shuts the box close and holds it out to Nino saying, “She’ll love it.”
“Keep it.”
At first, Ohno thinks he misheard the word. So he holds the box out longer with a confused frown on his face, until he sees the younger guy’s lips forming into a bemused smile.
“Seriously, it’s yours,” he says, his eyes not once straying from the TV.
The older guy slowly lowers the box to his lap, “Why?”
Mario has to get past a series of difficult obstacles first, before Nino is able to settle back into a mood lax enough for talk.
“Your house’s too cramped and dirty,” he says, probably drawing reference from that one time he surprised the older guy by showing up at his place. “You can stay here.”
Desperately grasping for some sense in all this vagueness, Ohno instantly comes up with only one possible conclusion. “Are you... Are you moving out?”
And this time, he actually gets an immediate reply, which just confuses him even more.
“Idiot. Why would I do that?”
Ohno sags heavily into the couch, eyes staring straight ahead as his mind begins to figure out what has just happened.
“Nino?” he says, feeling both annoyed and relieved at the same time.
“Hm?” Nino replies, still straight-faced. Still Mario-oriented.
“You’re not getting married, are you?”
“Nope.” Nino’s face breaks in a mischievous smile.
And it takes everything Ohno has not to grab him and hit him senseless.
The bastard! He very nearly had a heart attack!
Then again, the guy did give him the key to his house...
Ohno sighs deeply, expelling much of his initial irritation away. “You should’ve just told me to come over, you know.”
“Like that’ll work,” Nino scoffs.
And Ohno cannot deny the truth in that, of course, considering how it takes him forever to pay close attention to and respond to any of the messages on his phone, thus accidentally ignoring the younger guy’s attempts at inviting him over via mail.
Kazunari Ninomiya sure knows how to get back at him and keep him on his toes.
He looks down at the box in his lap and says, “Nino?”
“Hm?”
He lifts the box a little to show the younger guy, “Is this really mine?”
Nino nods, then gestures with his head to the bowl of chocolates on the table, “That, too.”
Ohno grabs the bowl and pops another chocolate into his mouth. Exclaiming heartily at its perfection, and loving the smile it incites on the now visibly distracted gamer’s lips.
When Mario begins falling into a deadly ditch, Nino finally abandons his gaming console and Ohno soon finds himself sharing chocolate-flavored kisses with his partner.
“Hmmm,” Nino moans, licking his lips slowly, teasingly. “My chocolates are seriously perfect, huh?”
“Yes,” Ohno agrees, knowing full well there’s nothing that can make this brat happier more than genuinely uttered praises. “They are the best, Kazu.”
The younger guy shrugs smugly and says, “Of course,” before kissing him again.
***Further inspired by the 2012.07.26 episode of Himitsu no Arashi-chan where Nino first expressed his interest in doing variety shows because he doesn’t normally talk much outside of work. Several months later, he gets to do Nino-san! Yay!
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiya (Nino/Ohno)
Prompt: 014 Lie
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1794
Rating: PG
Summary: Ohno receives a text message that sends him rushing to Nino's house.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from
je_prompts, and submitted as an entry to the February Fanfiction Writing Contest @ kiroii_niji. Originally posted here.There are only a few things in this world that can send Satoshi Ohno rushing out of his house in a panic.
I’m getting married, the mail message he got from Nino read. Come over if you want to talk.
To be honest, Ohno doesn’t fully understand why he’s panicking so much. Nino getting married is an inevitable possibility he’s been anticipating for years and has tried all his best to be ready for. So why should it bother him this much now?
Nevertheless, the generally docile thirty-two-year-old lets himself be swept away by the tide of urgency—from his house, to the train station, and all the way to Kazunari Ninomiya’s front door.
He’s barely gotten out of bed when the brat dropped the bomb on him, so naturally he is hardly dressed to the nines. He just washed his face and gurgled before coming here, grabbing the nearest thing to decent he has in his wardrobe—the pants he wore the day before and some old shirt with a woman’s name emblazoned across its chest, his worn out cap, and a facial mask.
He hardly looks decent, really, but that’s beside the point.
Anyway, the younger guy hardly notices when he opens the door for him, greets him with a rather bored-sounding, “Hey,” and turns away without another word.
This is Ohno’s first time to come to this house of his own will. Not that he ever regretted all those times he was practically dragged here from work. Sometimes even staying two straight nights to keep his friend company.
He follows Nino in and gently closes the door. Taking his cap and mask off, he watches silently as the man of the house sits on the couch, adjusts his glasses, and wastes no time at all getting back on his game.
Typical Nino.
Despite all the snarks he spits out on TV, and the way he trolls just about anywhere else, Kazunari Ninomiya isn’t really very fond of talking in his private time.
An aspect of him that can get quite easily frustrating, except that Ohno has had years of practice ahead of everyone, and is himself not very fond of much chatter either.
Completely familiar with this routine by now, the older guy wordlessly plops down on the other end of the couch and dutifully keeps to himself.
Or tries to, anyway.
It takes barely a minute before the impatient fidgeting begins from his hands all the way to his feet. With so many questions filling his mind today, he is finding it unusually hard to wait for Nino to turn to him and actually start talking.
“Nino?” he calls out in a small voice, not at all expecting to get an answer.
The younger guy doesn’t even bother looking at him, merely mumbling, “Hm?” as his fingers keep dancing on the gaming console.
Again, typical Nino.
“Omedetou.” It isn’t really what he wants to say, but it is the safest thing Ohno can think of saying without overstepping his boundaries.
This time, Nino doesn’t even bother replying.
The next several minutes feel like an eternity that Ohno can almost swear he’s actually aged by ten years. And Nino, the eternally seventeen Nino looking like an un-withered immortal thumping on his Nintendo, is starting to really piss him off.
“Nino?” he asks again, trying to temper the edge in his voice.
“Hm?” That same tepid reply, almost lost in the continuous tip-tapping of console buttons.
What about us?, is what he intends to say. But for some reason, he ends up blurting, “Are we having break-up sex?”
“Hmmm,” the still unperturbed gamer hums ambiguously as he smoothly sends Mario through yet another level.
And Ohno very nearly jumps in delight when Nino finally pauses the game and stands up.
“Stay,” the younger guy says, instantly keeping him rooted to his seat.
Ohno watches as his host disappears into the kitchen, his ears instantly perking at the sound of the fridge opening, then closing with a click.
It only takes a couple of minutes before Nino returns, holding a bowl which he then shoves to his face.
“Tell me what you think.”
The younger guy’s no-nonsense expression promptly sends Ohno’s hand grabbing a weirdly shaped chocolate from the bowl and popping it into his mouth.
“Uwaah! Umai!” he exclaims truthfully, loving the taste and feel of the desert melting in his tongue.
“Of course,” Nino mumbles smugly, a slight smile flitting pass his lips, before placing the bowl on the coffee table and reconciling himself with Mario.
The chocolate is seriously good, not too sweet with the slightest hint of bitterness giving it some variety and character. It keeps Ohno busy for a full two minutes, savoring every last bit of the heavenly delicacy.
It is only when there is no trace of the sweetness left in his mouth that he is suddenly struck by a realization.
Nino made chocolates! And it’s freaking February 14th!
In all the years they’ve been sort-of-together, they have never really celebrated any special occasion. It’s either they spend it with their respective families, or Nino is out celebrating with someone else.
This is actually the first Valentine’s Day that they’re in the same place that’s totally unrelated to work.
It’s been years since they first began hanging out like this—friends with very pleasurable benefits. Getting together in-between attempts at a straight relationship, though never clearly defining what they are to each other.
It is pretty easy to tell whenever they are a couple, really. When the brat is being especially mean to him or just flat-out ignores him in both public and private settings, it means he’s trying to be serious with someone else.
But when Nino starts grabbing his butt or tweaking his nipples, leaning into him and nonchalantly wrapping an arm around him, Ohno knows the little devil is staking claim on him once again.
And by default, Ohno has no right to object. It isn’t like he’s been with anybody else lately anyway.
He hasn’t been with Nino for quite a while now, though.
And those chocolates probably aren’t for him, anyway.
And, shit! Didn’t Nino just mail him that he’s getting married?!
“Nino...” he calls out again, hesitantly.
“Hm?”
What about us?, the question flashes in his mind a second time.
And for the second time he ends up saying something else, “Will you let me meet her?”
Nino’s face is totally unreadable this time as he casually fiddles with the controls of his game.
And Ohno just watches the frustratingly impassive guy as a dull pain gradually settles in his chest, mocked by the bustling sounds of Mario advancing through his life with ease.
It takes another completed level for the gamer to finally respond to him by pausing the game and subsequently pulling out a black box from his trouser pocket.
It is just a little bit bigger than a regular velveteen ring box and Nino is holding it out to him, saying, “Tell me what you think,” in the same manner as before.
Ohno obligingly takes the box, briefly notes how Nino goes right back to his game as he does so, before carefully flipping its top to reveal a golden key inside, its surface gleaming where light touches it. He has expected to see something totally different, so this sight really takes him by surprise.
“What’s this?” he asks dumbly, not wanting to believe his own perceptions.
“A key,” Nino replies, a large part of his mind still occupied by Mario’s quest.
“Yeah, I know,” he quips, frowning at the deadpan face. “But to where?”
“Here.”
“Oh,” is all Ohno has to say as the impact of that one word crashes through his heart. He takes a deep breath, shuts the box close and holds it out to Nino saying, “She’ll love it.”
“Keep it.”
At first, Ohno thinks he misheard the word. So he holds the box out longer with a confused frown on his face, until he sees the younger guy’s lips forming into a bemused smile.
“Seriously, it’s yours,” he says, his eyes not once straying from the TV.
The older guy slowly lowers the box to his lap, “Why?”
Mario has to get past a series of difficult obstacles first, before Nino is able to settle back into a mood lax enough for talk.
“Your house’s too cramped and dirty,” he says, probably drawing reference from that one time he surprised the older guy by showing up at his place. “You can stay here.”
Desperately grasping for some sense in all this vagueness, Ohno instantly comes up with only one possible conclusion. “Are you... Are you moving out?”
And this time, he actually gets an immediate reply, which just confuses him even more.
“Idiot. Why would I do that?”
Ohno sags heavily into the couch, eyes staring straight ahead as his mind begins to figure out what has just happened.
“Nino?” he says, feeling both annoyed and relieved at the same time.
“Hm?” Nino replies, still straight-faced. Still Mario-oriented.
“You’re not getting married, are you?”
“Nope.” Nino’s face breaks in a mischievous smile.
And it takes everything Ohno has not to grab him and hit him senseless.
The bastard! He very nearly had a heart attack!
Then again, the guy did give him the key to his house...
Ohno sighs deeply, expelling much of his initial irritation away. “You should’ve just told me to come over, you know.”
“Like that’ll work,” Nino scoffs.
And Ohno cannot deny the truth in that, of course, considering how it takes him forever to pay close attention to and respond to any of the messages on his phone, thus accidentally ignoring the younger guy’s attempts at inviting him over via mail.
Kazunari Ninomiya sure knows how to get back at him and keep him on his toes.
He looks down at the box in his lap and says, “Nino?”
“Hm?”
He lifts the box a little to show the younger guy, “Is this really mine?”
Nino nods, then gestures with his head to the bowl of chocolates on the table, “That, too.”
Ohno grabs the bowl and pops another chocolate into his mouth. Exclaiming heartily at its perfection, and loving the smile it incites on the now visibly distracted gamer’s lips.
When Mario begins falling into a deadly ditch, Nino finally abandons his gaming console and Ohno soon finds himself sharing chocolate-flavored kisses with his partner.
“Hmmm,” Nino moans, licking his lips slowly, teasingly. “My chocolates are seriously perfect, huh?”
“Yes,” Ohno agrees, knowing full well there’s nothing that can make this brat happier more than genuinely uttered praises. “They are the best, Kazu.”
The younger guy shrugs smugly and says, “Of course,” before kissing him again.
~1992*4##111~
***Further inspired by the 2012.07.26 episode of Himitsu no Arashi-chan where Nino first expressed his interest in doing variety shows because he doesn’t normally talk much outside of work. Several months later, he gets to do Nino-san! Yay!
