{027} Rein it in, heart
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rinoahyunaAnd you thought I've given up on you
Ohno/Nino, PG, 686 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 19
Also in AO3 l Happy birthday, Nino's man, Ohno-san <3
The invitation wasn’t as spontaneous as Jun obviously made it to be, and despite Ohno’s reluctance to go, he allowed himself to be dragged along.
He’d avoided things like this, as much as he could after the last time, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped. Those three still thought they could help save what had been lost, but after the first seventeen times he did what they asked and failed anyway, he knew better.
He couldn’t say he’d given up - how could he when he knew in his heart that he was still madly in love with Nino - but just he’d decided to give Nino the space he needed, the time to heal the wounds he’d accidentally caused Nino because he was an idiot.
He looked around Jun’s elegant living room and realized he was alone, vaguely remembering Aiba and Sho excusing themselves earlier to use the bathroom, while Jun was inanimately talking to Nino. He’d pretty much kept to himself, taking bites of Jun’s wonderful carbonara in between sips of wine.
To his peripheral, he was vaguely aware of Nino, who was obviously drinking to get drunk. Ohno had thought of asking any of the guys to keep an eye out for Nino, but he didn’t dare do so in Nino’s presence.
The next time he blinked, he realized Nino was slumped on the couch, his wine glass dangerously slipping out of his hand. Ohno, fearing for their lives if Jun found out someone had spilled drinks onto his expensive upholstery, had dragged himself from his position on the floor quickly to snatch the glass out of Nino’s hand.
The movement jostled Nino out of his drunken stupor, gave Nino one of those little half smiles of his that made Ohno’s heart hurt, before he felt Nino’s fingers closing around his wrist. He kept still, half-hovering over Nino and frozen on the spot, watching Nino’s lips tremble.
“Leader,” Nino called, and the hurt in Ohno’s chest increased ten-folds. This was the first time they’ve been this close after that night Nino told him to go, and god knew he missed it. His breath caught in his throat, nodding as Nino levered himself up with difficulty.
Ohno helped him. “Why?” Nino asked, not bothering elaborating, and Ohno blinked, confused.
Nino grinned, but it was kind of wet and miserable, much like everything else Ohno was feeling and more. Ohno felt like crushing Nino into his arms and never let go.
“You still look at me the same way. Why?” Nino asked, and Ohno honestly felt like weeping.
He shook his head, unsure of what to say. What was he supposed to tell Nino anyway? He’d been brushed aside several times he lost count, and when he’d decided to take his time, Nino did this, asked him this.
Ohno felt so out of his depth. “You - You don’t have to do this anymore, Satoshi,” Nino whispered, watching Nino’s expression fall, his voice broken. Ohno felt his heart crumble at the sight of him.
“I - It was my fault, okay? Stop looking at me like you still love me because I don’t - I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.” Nino said, holding his hands up as if he was going to touch Ohno’s face, but held himself.
Ohno told himself, fuck it.
He pulled Nino in and held on to him, eyes burning as he buried his nose into the crook of Nino’s neck, shaking as Nino did. He couldn’t even get the words out, properly, but once he could, once he was able to, he didn’t stop.
Only barely remembering to breathe when he pulled away, looked Nino in the eyes and pressed a fingertip to the corner of Nino’s mouth, smiled through the ache throbbing away in his chest to tell Nino,
“I never stopped loving you.”
Nino’s watery smile was an answer all on its own, but it was made so much better when Nino pulled him down for a kiss, that was both chaste and sweet, as Nino’s fingers combed through his hair.
He was home.
Finally.
Ohno/Nino, PG, 686 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 19
Also in AO3 l Happy birthday, Nino's man, Ohno-san <3
The invitation wasn’t as spontaneous as Jun obviously made it to be, and despite Ohno’s reluctance to go, he allowed himself to be dragged along.
He’d avoided things like this, as much as he could after the last time, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped. Those three still thought they could help save what had been lost, but after the first seventeen times he did what they asked and failed anyway, he knew better.
He couldn’t say he’d given up - how could he when he knew in his heart that he was still madly in love with Nino - but just he’d decided to give Nino the space he needed, the time to heal the wounds he’d accidentally caused Nino because he was an idiot.
He looked around Jun’s elegant living room and realized he was alone, vaguely remembering Aiba and Sho excusing themselves earlier to use the bathroom, while Jun was inanimately talking to Nino. He’d pretty much kept to himself, taking bites of Jun’s wonderful carbonara in between sips of wine.
To his peripheral, he was vaguely aware of Nino, who was obviously drinking to get drunk. Ohno had thought of asking any of the guys to keep an eye out for Nino, but he didn’t dare do so in Nino’s presence.
The next time he blinked, he realized Nino was slumped on the couch, his wine glass dangerously slipping out of his hand. Ohno, fearing for their lives if Jun found out someone had spilled drinks onto his expensive upholstery, had dragged himself from his position on the floor quickly to snatch the glass out of Nino’s hand.
The movement jostled Nino out of his drunken stupor, gave Nino one of those little half smiles of his that made Ohno’s heart hurt, before he felt Nino’s fingers closing around his wrist. He kept still, half-hovering over Nino and frozen on the spot, watching Nino’s lips tremble.
“Leader,” Nino called, and the hurt in Ohno’s chest increased ten-folds. This was the first time they’ve been this close after that night Nino told him to go, and god knew he missed it. His breath caught in his throat, nodding as Nino levered himself up with difficulty.
Ohno helped him. “Why?” Nino asked, not bothering elaborating, and Ohno blinked, confused.
Nino grinned, but it was kind of wet and miserable, much like everything else Ohno was feeling and more. Ohno felt like crushing Nino into his arms and never let go.
“You still look at me the same way. Why?” Nino asked, and Ohno honestly felt like weeping.
He shook his head, unsure of what to say. What was he supposed to tell Nino anyway? He’d been brushed aside several times he lost count, and when he’d decided to take his time, Nino did this, asked him this.
Ohno felt so out of his depth. “You - You don’t have to do this anymore, Satoshi,” Nino whispered, watching Nino’s expression fall, his voice broken. Ohno felt his heart crumble at the sight of him.
“I - It was my fault, okay? Stop looking at me like you still love me because I don’t - I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.” Nino said, holding his hands up as if he was going to touch Ohno’s face, but held himself.
Ohno told himself, fuck it.
He pulled Nino in and held on to him, eyes burning as he buried his nose into the crook of Nino’s neck, shaking as Nino did. He couldn’t even get the words out, properly, but once he could, once he was able to, he didn’t stop.
Only barely remembering to breathe when he pulled away, looked Nino in the eyes and pressed a fingertip to the corner of Nino’s mouth, smiled through the ache throbbing away in his chest to tell Nino,
“I never stopped loving you.”
Nino’s watery smile was an answer all on its own, but it was made so much better when Nino pulled him down for a kiss, that was both chaste and sweet, as Nino’s fingers combed through his hair.
He was home.
Finally.
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