rinoahyuna

Lie to me (or don't, whatever)
Ohno/Nino, PG, 728 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 18
Also in AO3

He didn’t particularly mind the horrible mood swings, not really, not at all to be honest, knowing they’re as much a part of Nino the same way his ‘addiction’ to games are, but Nino’s seldom bouts of romanticism still catch him by surprise every goddamn time.

He stood quietly there, his back against the wall, biting the inside of his cheek and giggling quietly to himself. He didn’t want to be rude by making his presence known, not when he was certain he wouldn’t ever get to hear these things from Nino voluntarily.

“You’re brooding,” said Jun, his voice was loud enough for him to hear Jun clearly despite the closed door. He didn’t have to be there with them to know that Jun was being mean on purpose.

Maybe, possibly, it came with being with someone who was exactly that person, to know what was going on even without him witnessing it first-hand, but he could be wrong, of course.

Still, it didn’t stop him from feeling slightly elated.

“It’s completely ruining the mood, seriously.” Jun added, a familiar-sounding “Shut your trap, Matsumoto!” following shortly after had him snorting despite himself.

“Nino, seriously, quit making that face,” Jun said after a moment, so used to Nino’s mood swings that the layered threat on Nino’s tone no longer affect their youngest friend. “You’re scaring everyone off, you know?”

“I’m not listening to you, Matsumoto,” Nino countered in kind, and Ohno smiled at the blooming warmth in his chest hearing Nino’s voice. “so quit the unnecessary blabbering before I do it myself.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” said Jun, at the same time another voice added itself on the otherwise worrying conversation.

“Matsumoto, quit the teasing,” said Sho, following it quickly with, “and Nino, I’m sorry to say this but you really are brooding. Really. And you’re quite scary so, will you ease up a bit? Satoshi-kun would be here any moment and I’m certain you wouldn’t want him to see you like this, right?”

“I’m not brooding, god!” exclaimed Nino in return, and Ohno held himself from quickly shoving that door open so he could hug the shit out of Nino, and maybe steal a kiss, too, if the younger man would allow it.

“I was just…thinking!” Nino added, “I mean, what kind of song recording was that? We sounded like bunch of dying frogs without that toasted fisherman, it’s upsetting! I’m upset! Are you guys not upset?”

“Seriously?” said Jun.

“It’s not like we’re releasing that song without Satoshi-kun’s voice -”

“And I’m not brooding!”

“You totally are, Nino,” Aiba said, as if like an after-thought, and Ohno grinned on cue. “Stop lying. You just miss Leader so much, just admit it.”

“Oh my god, seriously -”

“Come on, just admit it, Ninomiya.”

“Keep talking, Matsumoto, and I swear to god -”

Ohno shook his head, still smiling to himself as he pushed the door open. Four pair of eyes caught up with him as he waved them hello before settling his gaze on Nino’s face.

“I’m back,” he announced, sheepishly, barely able to put his bags down before he had an armful of Nino backing him against the wall.

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Ten minutes later, he found himself backed against another wall, three floors up, cradling Nino on his lap and being kissed senseless.

When Nino pulled back to breathe, his hands seized Ohno’s face, firm and yet tender, his eyes saying everything his mouth couldn’t.

Ohno loved him just the same.

“I missed you.” he said, just in case.

The look on Nino’s eyes softened visibly, shifting on his lap before he was leaning in for another kiss. Ohno met him halfway, and was only momentarily surprised when Nino pulled away quickly to look him over.

“I missed you, too,” Nino said, out of the blue, so suddenly that Ohno barely reacted until Nino’s mouth was on him again. He almost didn’t catch the next thing Nino said, because Nino was shoving his tongue down his throat again, until Nino said it again.

“And for the record, I was not brooding.”

Ohno smiled, nodding as he thread his fingers through Nino’s hair and kissed him, knowing for certain Nino wasn’t the type to brood. Not really.

But, who was Ohno to say, really?

“No,” he said, tugging Nino’s face down for another kiss. “Of course you weren’t, Nino.”