{054} Well, it's over now
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rinoahyunaLove’s a myth
Jun/Nino, Sho/Aiba, Ohno/Nino, Jun/Nino/Ohno
PG, Romance, Friendship, around 730 words
AU. Nino works in a bakeshop, pretending he is blind. It's not his fault, and it wasn't intentional, though.
Also in AO3, part 1
Nino arrived at the shop exactly twelve minutes before they officially open, throwing Ohno a distracted peace sign as he slid the backdoor close. He could very well hear Ohno’s chuckles as Nino threw his bag aside and grabbed his apron hanging inside his locker, contemplating leaving his sunglasses there too but thought better of it when he saw the reflection of his eyes on the mirror there.
He sighed. Sho was going to bitch at him again for staying up all night playing games.
“Good morning, Kazu,” Ohno mumbled from the door, and Nino pivoted to greet his boss properly.
“Morning, Oh-chan. Please don’t tell the other boss I just arrived, okay?” he said, inhaling gratefully at the divine scent of freshly baked breads wafting from the direction of the baker’s space. Ohno simply grinned and tilted his head in answer, and Nino spied him balancing two tray-full of bread loaves as he went on his way inside the shop to arrange them on the shelves.
“Sho-chan’s not in yet, is he?” he inquired, cheerily, half-hoping no customers would come in yet so he could have coffee first as he checked the cash register, counting the coins Aiba left there the day before. He eyed Ohno crouched on the floor, arranging the loaves on the lower shelf there.
“Oi, Oh-chan –“
“Not yet,” Ohno said, cutting him off. Nino watched him stood, taking the previous day’s stock of breads with him. “But he did send me a message that he’ll be here later, in time for the delivery of the flour. Aiba-chan is coming with him, since he’s taking over the later shift, too.”
“Crap, he’s going to nag at me again when he sees me,” he groaned, feigning despair. Ohno laughed, loud and carefree that the sight of him made Nino smile despite himself.
“Well, I’d say that the sunglasses won’t make a difference, but, well, suit yourself, I guess,” Ohno told him, waving a hand at him before he went back to check on his breads. Nino would wander in there later, to drink coffee with Ohno and maybe nibble on some leftover bread he’s keeping back there, but for now, Nino focused his attention on wiping the counter clean, wondering if he should start the coffeemaker first before he flip the sign on the door open.
In the end, he had to leave the cleaning for later in favor of starting the coffeemaker first – their customers would want their free coffee together with the breads they’d be buying, after all - before he unlocked the front door and flipped the sign.
+
Nino saw him the exact moment he entered the shop, in his baggy clothes and windblown hair that might have been simply out of place if he wasn’t so goddamn good looking. Nino eyed him through his sunglasses, contemplated removing the darn thing when the customer was near enough so Nino could eyeball him properly but realized he could do so better with the glasses, so he left it on.
The man came up to the counter, stood there without saying anything as he looked Nino over with a frown. Nino was certain he was frowning, too.
“Can I take your order, please?” he asked, prompting the good-looking customer; Nino watched, in amusement, when the guy startled, surprised.
“Um, is there anyone else here to help you?” the guy asked, making Nino frown in response. “I mean, to prepare my orders for me?”
“Sorry Sir?”
“Ah, sorry about that, I guess you know where the breads and the pastries are, then? Are you sure you don’t need help?”
Nino was honestly confused. “I’m sorry, Sir, but –“
“I guess you don’t, huh,” the guy said, thoughtful for a moment as he pivoted as if to check the rest of the shop first before he ordered. “Anyway, it’s fine. I’ll just take five of these Melonpan here – ah, wait, I’ll pile them on the counter so you can touch them, then you’ll know how many I’m getting, okay? Hold on, let me just –“
Nino stilled, torn between giggling and throwing said Melonpan to the man’s face, amused and equal-parts entertained when he realized what was happening.
His good-looking customer thought he was blind.
And Nino, being himself, thought it would be nice to play along.
So he did.
(This was where it all started, really.)
Jun/Nino, Sho/Aiba, Ohno/Nino, Jun/Nino/Ohno
PG, Romance, Friendship, around 730 words
AU. Nino works in a bakeshop, pretending he is blind. It's not his fault, and it wasn't intentional, though.
Also in AO3, part 1
Nino arrived at the shop exactly twelve minutes before they officially open, throwing Ohno a distracted peace sign as he slid the backdoor close. He could very well hear Ohno’s chuckles as Nino threw his bag aside and grabbed his apron hanging inside his locker, contemplating leaving his sunglasses there too but thought better of it when he saw the reflection of his eyes on the mirror there.
He sighed. Sho was going to bitch at him again for staying up all night playing games.
“Good morning, Kazu,” Ohno mumbled from the door, and Nino pivoted to greet his boss properly.
“Morning, Oh-chan. Please don’t tell the other boss I just arrived, okay?” he said, inhaling gratefully at the divine scent of freshly baked breads wafting from the direction of the baker’s space. Ohno simply grinned and tilted his head in answer, and Nino spied him balancing two tray-full of bread loaves as he went on his way inside the shop to arrange them on the shelves.
“Sho-chan’s not in yet, is he?” he inquired, cheerily, half-hoping no customers would come in yet so he could have coffee first as he checked the cash register, counting the coins Aiba left there the day before. He eyed Ohno crouched on the floor, arranging the loaves on the lower shelf there.
“Oi, Oh-chan –“
“Not yet,” Ohno said, cutting him off. Nino watched him stood, taking the previous day’s stock of breads with him. “But he did send me a message that he’ll be here later, in time for the delivery of the flour. Aiba-chan is coming with him, since he’s taking over the later shift, too.”
“Crap, he’s going to nag at me again when he sees me,” he groaned, feigning despair. Ohno laughed, loud and carefree that the sight of him made Nino smile despite himself.
“Well, I’d say that the sunglasses won’t make a difference, but, well, suit yourself, I guess,” Ohno told him, waving a hand at him before he went back to check on his breads. Nino would wander in there later, to drink coffee with Ohno and maybe nibble on some leftover bread he’s keeping back there, but for now, Nino focused his attention on wiping the counter clean, wondering if he should start the coffeemaker first before he flip the sign on the door open.
In the end, he had to leave the cleaning for later in favor of starting the coffeemaker first – their customers would want their free coffee together with the breads they’d be buying, after all - before he unlocked the front door and flipped the sign.
+
Nino saw him the exact moment he entered the shop, in his baggy clothes and windblown hair that might have been simply out of place if he wasn’t so goddamn good looking. Nino eyed him through his sunglasses, contemplated removing the darn thing when the customer was near enough so Nino could eyeball him properly but realized he could do so better with the glasses, so he left it on.
The man came up to the counter, stood there without saying anything as he looked Nino over with a frown. Nino was certain he was frowning, too.
“Can I take your order, please?” he asked, prompting the good-looking customer; Nino watched, in amusement, when the guy startled, surprised.
“Um, is there anyone else here to help you?” the guy asked, making Nino frown in response. “I mean, to prepare my orders for me?”
“Sorry Sir?”
“Ah, sorry about that, I guess you know where the breads and the pastries are, then? Are you sure you don’t need help?”
Nino was honestly confused. “I’m sorry, Sir, but –“
“I guess you don’t, huh,” the guy said, thoughtful for a moment as he pivoted as if to check the rest of the shop first before he ordered. “Anyway, it’s fine. I’ll just take five of these Melonpan here – ah, wait, I’ll pile them on the counter so you can touch them, then you’ll know how many I’m getting, okay? Hold on, let me just –“
Nino stilled, torn between giggling and throwing said Melonpan to the man’s face, amused and equal-parts entertained when he realized what was happening.
His good-looking customer thought he was blind.
And Nino, being himself, thought it would be nice to play along.
So he did.
(This was where it all started, really.)
