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Match Made in Heaven, Ohno/Nino
PG, 762 words
The story of how Ohmiya came to be, part 2
Available in AO3
“There’s a limit to what you can and can’t show the audience, Ninomiya,” Jun says, folding his arms across his chest, mouth twitching, and looking royally pissed.
“That –“ Jun points to the board, where Nino proudly sticks his (and Ohno’s) proposed skit. “is certainly one of them.”
Nino mentally picks through his vocabulary, amongst the ones that means ‘picky bastard’ but can’t exactly find the right one. It’s difficult when all he wants is to throw the marker at Jun’s gorgeous face and be done with it.
Before he can do more than curse Jun to the hell and back, however, Ohno, who has been completely quiet throughout the meeting, stands up.
Seeing their Leader on his feet, Jun visibly deflates, shoulders sagging as Ohno looks him in the eyes.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it, Jun-kun,” Ohno says, meaning it; “you told us you need us to come up with something interesting, so we did.”
“But Leader, are you seriously agreeing with this?” Jun counters, “I mean…this is ridiculous.”
Ohno simply looks amused. “What is?”
Jun points to the board. “The outfit! The theme! The whole ensemble itself! I mean – you’re not seriously considering wearing those –“
“We are and we will,” Leader cuts in, coolly; then, “It’s going to be a bit embarrassing but hey, gotta work with what we got, right? I think we’ve already established that fact long before.”
“And we’re not doing this just for the heck of it, you know that, don’t you?” Ohno follows, voice tinged with certainty that makes Nino’s chest swells with pride. “We’re doing this for Arashi.”
Nino tears his gaze away from Ohno in time to see Jun gaping at Ohno, before his expression changes to something akin to fondness.
“Well, then, let them do it,” Sho says, clasping his hands in anticipation. “should be fun, right?”
Jun tsks, feigning annoyance, but oh, Nino knows him all too well to fall for it.
He goes back to the front and points at the board using the ends of his feather duster.
“Okay, for starters, we’ll be changing our names,” Nino promptly starts, quietly enjoying the horrified look on Jun’s face.
“I’ll be Yuuji and Leader will be Taka,”
“Jesus Christ, Nino –“
+++
Nino should have known it wouldn’t be so easy.
For the most part, all the silly things he and Ohno came up with, he made sure to put down on paper. Though they didn’t really have to sit down and talk about all the silly parts because somehow, he and Ohno – just like always – ended up getting each other to the point where he could finish Ohno’s thoughts for him, and Ohno’s able to do the same with his.
“I think we need a dance routine,” Ohno proposes absently as he rubs the red feather in between his fingers. It’s mighty distracting and Nino’s been contemplating tugging it out of Ohno’s hand for quite some time now but couldn’t exactly get the timing right.
“Or something that looks rather silly,” adds Ohno, “what do you think?”
Nino tries to think about it, really. “You sure you’re up for it? We might look like a pair of low-life comedians doing skits to earn money.”
“Isn’t that the whole purpose of this?”
Nino grins. “Well, I guess so.”
“So, let’s do it,” Ohno proposes with a grin of his own. “the sillier, the better. I’m pretty sure the fans will like it.”
Nino wonders of the many reasons why he’s so fond of Ohno, but it all goes down to the fact that despite being complete opposite of each other, they understand each other like no one else can.
Nino likes that he can hang onto Ohno like a live spare part when he feels like it, that he can grope, cuddle, hold hands with Ohno when the urge strikes. It’s that warm familiarity that makes Nino wonder sometimes, when he’s admittedly tactile nature takes over when he least expects it.
“Fine,” he agrees, rounding to Ohno’s side and patting Ohno’s rump merrily. “I’ve already thought of something, anyway.”
“Wanna practice it out?”
Ohno grins. “Sure.”
He grins back, throwing his arm around Ohno’s waist companionably.
“Your muscles better be ready,” he threatens, albeit jokingly. Ohno makes a questioning sound at the back of his throat, then huffs in shock when Nino shifts and throws himself at Ohno, trusting Ohno to catch him before he falls.
“Holy crap! Nino! A little warning, please!”
Nino grins, as he clings unto Ohno’s neck for dear life.
“Taka, I love you!”
PG, 762 words
The story of how Ohmiya came to be, part 2
Available in AO3
“There’s a limit to what you can and can’t show the audience, Ninomiya,” Jun says, folding his arms across his chest, mouth twitching, and looking royally pissed.
“That –“ Jun points to the board, where Nino proudly sticks his (and Ohno’s) proposed skit. “is certainly one of them.”
Nino mentally picks through his vocabulary, amongst the ones that means ‘picky bastard’ but can’t exactly find the right one. It’s difficult when all he wants is to throw the marker at Jun’s gorgeous face and be done with it.
Before he can do more than curse Jun to the hell and back, however, Ohno, who has been completely quiet throughout the meeting, stands up.
Seeing their Leader on his feet, Jun visibly deflates, shoulders sagging as Ohno looks him in the eyes.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it, Jun-kun,” Ohno says, meaning it; “you told us you need us to come up with something interesting, so we did.”
“But Leader, are you seriously agreeing with this?” Jun counters, “I mean…this is ridiculous.”
Ohno simply looks amused. “What is?”
Jun points to the board. “The outfit! The theme! The whole ensemble itself! I mean – you’re not seriously considering wearing those –“
“We are and we will,” Leader cuts in, coolly; then, “It’s going to be a bit embarrassing but hey, gotta work with what we got, right? I think we’ve already established that fact long before.”
“And we’re not doing this just for the heck of it, you know that, don’t you?” Ohno follows, voice tinged with certainty that makes Nino’s chest swells with pride. “We’re doing this for Arashi.”
Nino tears his gaze away from Ohno in time to see Jun gaping at Ohno, before his expression changes to something akin to fondness.
“Well, then, let them do it,” Sho says, clasping his hands in anticipation. “should be fun, right?”
Jun tsks, feigning annoyance, but oh, Nino knows him all too well to fall for it.
He goes back to the front and points at the board using the ends of his feather duster.
“Okay, for starters, we’ll be changing our names,” Nino promptly starts, quietly enjoying the horrified look on Jun’s face.
“I’ll be Yuuji and Leader will be Taka,”
“Jesus Christ, Nino –“
+++
Nino should have known it wouldn’t be so easy.
For the most part, all the silly things he and Ohno came up with, he made sure to put down on paper. Though they didn’t really have to sit down and talk about all the silly parts because somehow, he and Ohno – just like always – ended up getting each other to the point where he could finish Ohno’s thoughts for him, and Ohno’s able to do the same with his.
“I think we need a dance routine,” Ohno proposes absently as he rubs the red feather in between his fingers. It’s mighty distracting and Nino’s been contemplating tugging it out of Ohno’s hand for quite some time now but couldn’t exactly get the timing right.
“Or something that looks rather silly,” adds Ohno, “what do you think?”
Nino tries to think about it, really. “You sure you’re up for it? We might look like a pair of low-life comedians doing skits to earn money.”
“Isn’t that the whole purpose of this?”
Nino grins. “Well, I guess so.”
“So, let’s do it,” Ohno proposes with a grin of his own. “the sillier, the better. I’m pretty sure the fans will like it.”
Nino wonders of the many reasons why he’s so fond of Ohno, but it all goes down to the fact that despite being complete opposite of each other, they understand each other like no one else can.
Nino likes that he can hang onto Ohno like a live spare part when he feels like it, that he can grope, cuddle, hold hands with Ohno when the urge strikes. It’s that warm familiarity that makes Nino wonder sometimes, when he’s admittedly tactile nature takes over when he least expects it.
“Fine,” he agrees, rounding to Ohno’s side and patting Ohno’s rump merrily. “I’ve already thought of something, anyway.”
“Wanna practice it out?”
Ohno grins. “Sure.”
He grins back, throwing his arm around Ohno’s waist companionably.
“Your muscles better be ready,” he threatens, albeit jokingly. Ohno makes a questioning sound at the back of his throat, then huffs in shock when Nino shifts and throws himself at Ohno, trusting Ohno to catch him before he falls.
“Holy crap! Nino! A little warning, please!”
Nino grins, as he clings unto Ohno’s neck for dear life.
“Taka, I love you!”
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