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rinoahyuna) wrote2019-07-26 05:41 pm
rinoahyuna) wrote2019-07-26 05:41 pm
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{038} You're my angel on earth
Guardian
Ohno/Nino, PG/Fantasy
Ohmiya Drabble Collection, part 24
Also in AO3
The dresser should be the last place any sane person would choose to perch himself on, but Nino guesses it’s because Ohno isn’t even one to begin with, so expecting him to act like one is kind of dumb, really.
“Are you still mad?” Ohno asks when he’s properly inside, throwing his bag aside and making as much noises as he could as possible. It’s not to say he has all the right to be angry, but at this point he is mostly just irritated.
“What do you think?” he says, tugging on his tie and loosening it, before throwing it away. It lands close to his work bag, his suit and shirt following shortly after. He doesn’t bother with his pants and just throws himself on the bed, frowning at Ohno tilting his head at him from his perch near the ceiling.
Nino grunts in irritation and shifts on his side.
“I was just trying to protect you, you know?” Ohno muttered in answer; Nino doesn’t even need to see his face to know that Ohno is pouting royally at him, the ass. “And obviously just doing my job, if you know what I’m saying.”
Nino snorts into his pillow. “But you don’t need to toss that tea into the interviewer’s crotch, you realize? How am I supposed to get a job if you’re always there making troubles at the interview with me?”
“It’s not like they could see me anyway,” Ohno says, as if to point out the obvious. Nino huffs and shifts to his back again if only so he could throw Ohno a glare.
“But I could, and that’s not okay with me,” he says, and sits up. “Also, aren’t you supposed to be invisible to everyone? I don’t get it.”
“You’re a special case, apparently.” Ohno says.
“How so?”
“Because I’m yours,” Ohno says, smiling sweetly before effortlessly jumping off the dresser and landing neatly on the floor next to Nino’s bed. “I told you that already, right?”
“My guardian angel, sure,” he snorts, “that still doesn’t answer my question as to why I can see you. Also, you’re not making things easier for me, if you haven’t noticed it yet.”
“That’s harsh, Nino!” the angel barks, hurt. “I’m an angel, you know?”
“I don’t care if you’re an angel,” he quips, though he doesn’t resist when he feels the angel’s presence near him, pushing him on his back and shifting him on his side. Then there’s that familiar pair of arms wounding around him from behind, the equally-familiar warmth of the angel’s body lulling him to calmness as the angel pulls him into his embrace.
He goes to it willingly, but it doesn’t stop him telling the angel off anyway. “You’re still a jerk, hmph.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t be angry. I don’t like it when you’re angry.”
Nino harrumphs, but leans in to the angel’s warmth, his earlier annoyance dissipating like mist, just like always.
Oh well. “Whatever.”
Ohno/Nino, PG/Fantasy
Ohmiya Drabble Collection, part 24
Also in AO3
The dresser should be the last place any sane person would choose to perch himself on, but Nino guesses it’s because Ohno isn’t even one to begin with, so expecting him to act like one is kind of dumb, really.
“Are you still mad?” Ohno asks when he’s properly inside, throwing his bag aside and making as much noises as he could as possible. It’s not to say he has all the right to be angry, but at this point he is mostly just irritated.
“What do you think?” he says, tugging on his tie and loosening it, before throwing it away. It lands close to his work bag, his suit and shirt following shortly after. He doesn’t bother with his pants and just throws himself on the bed, frowning at Ohno tilting his head at him from his perch near the ceiling.
Nino grunts in irritation and shifts on his side.
“I was just trying to protect you, you know?” Ohno muttered in answer; Nino doesn’t even need to see his face to know that Ohno is pouting royally at him, the ass. “And obviously just doing my job, if you know what I’m saying.”
Nino snorts into his pillow. “But you don’t need to toss that tea into the interviewer’s crotch, you realize? How am I supposed to get a job if you’re always there making troubles at the interview with me?”
“It’s not like they could see me anyway,” Ohno says, as if to point out the obvious. Nino huffs and shifts to his back again if only so he could throw Ohno a glare.
“But I could, and that’s not okay with me,” he says, and sits up. “Also, aren’t you supposed to be invisible to everyone? I don’t get it.”
“You’re a special case, apparently.” Ohno says.
“How so?”
“Because I’m yours,” Ohno says, smiling sweetly before effortlessly jumping off the dresser and landing neatly on the floor next to Nino’s bed. “I told you that already, right?”
“My guardian angel, sure,” he snorts, “that still doesn’t answer my question as to why I can see you. Also, you’re not making things easier for me, if you haven’t noticed it yet.”
“That’s harsh, Nino!” the angel barks, hurt. “I’m an angel, you know?”
“I don’t care if you’re an angel,” he quips, though he doesn’t resist when he feels the angel’s presence near him, pushing him on his back and shifting him on his side. Then there’s that familiar pair of arms wounding around him from behind, the equally-familiar warmth of the angel’s body lulling him to calmness as the angel pulls him into his embrace.
He goes to it willingly, but it doesn’t stop him telling the angel off anyway. “You’re still a jerk, hmph.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t be angry. I don’t like it when you’re angry.”
Nino harrumphs, but leans in to the angel’s warmth, his earlier annoyance dissipating like mist, just like always.
Oh well. “Whatever.”