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rinoahyuna) wrote2019-02-24 02:21 pm
rinoahyuna) wrote2019-02-24 02:21 pm
Entry tags:
{030} Thin line between love and hate
Loss
Ohno/Nino, PG
"My father always said he was a good man; he lied."
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 20
Also in AO3
“My father always said he was a good man. He lied.” Nino said, repeating the same thing whenever he’d pumped enough alcohol into his system that kept the inhibitions away. Ohno nodded on cue, eyeing the third bottle of tequila they were supposed to be sharing, and chuckled drily under his breath.
“He was a chef, right?” he said, conversationally, while trying to come up with a plan in how to snatch the bottle without Nino knowing. Nino snorted and grabbed the bottle as if he could see through Ohno’s struggles, grinning as he poured their glasses to the brim.
Well, shit.
“And a professional shithead, that’s what he was.” Nino countered, slamming the bottle down on the counter before grabbing his own glass and bringing it to his lips. Ohno watched him down the contents in one go, worried and equal-parts heartbroken knowing that Nino was trying to drink himself to oblivion in purpose.
“Kazu,” he sighed, and reached over to touch the back of Nino’s hand. Nino jerked on cue, obviously to cover up the way his hands are shaking something bad, but Ohno saw it anyway.
He grabbed the nearest part of Nino he could reach, curled his fingers around Nino’s thin wrist and pulled. Nino tried to pull away for all of two seconds until he gave in to it willingly, Ohno welcoming Nino into his arms with a sigh.
“He’s a bastard until the very end, Oh-chan,” Nino sniffed, fingers twisting at the front of Ohno’s shirt for dear life. “Leaving us with nothing but the memory of how he hurt our mother. I don’t know even know why I’m crying now. He’s dead. It’s over. And I should hate him,” Nino’s voice trembled as Ohno held him through it.
“But I can’t. I can’t and it’s – why can’t I just hate him? Why?”
“Shhh,” he said, pressing his lips against the side of Nino’s temple hoping his presence was enough to calm Nino down, even though he knew it wouldn’t. So he just kept his arms around Nino, whispering little nothings into Nino’s hair, and hoped for the best.
Ohno/Nino, PG
"My father always said he was a good man; he lied."
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 20
Also in AO3
“My father always said he was a good man. He lied.” Nino said, repeating the same thing whenever he’d pumped enough alcohol into his system that kept the inhibitions away. Ohno nodded on cue, eyeing the third bottle of tequila they were supposed to be sharing, and chuckled drily under his breath.
“He was a chef, right?” he said, conversationally, while trying to come up with a plan in how to snatch the bottle without Nino knowing. Nino snorted and grabbed the bottle as if he could see through Ohno’s struggles, grinning as he poured their glasses to the brim.
Well, shit.
“And a professional shithead, that’s what he was.” Nino countered, slamming the bottle down on the counter before grabbing his own glass and bringing it to his lips. Ohno watched him down the contents in one go, worried and equal-parts heartbroken knowing that Nino was trying to drink himself to oblivion in purpose.
“Kazu,” he sighed, and reached over to touch the back of Nino’s hand. Nino jerked on cue, obviously to cover up the way his hands are shaking something bad, but Ohno saw it anyway.
He grabbed the nearest part of Nino he could reach, curled his fingers around Nino’s thin wrist and pulled. Nino tried to pull away for all of two seconds until he gave in to it willingly, Ohno welcoming Nino into his arms with a sigh.
“He’s a bastard until the very end, Oh-chan,” Nino sniffed, fingers twisting at the front of Ohno’s shirt for dear life. “Leaving us with nothing but the memory of how he hurt our mother. I don’t know even know why I’m crying now. He’s dead. It’s over. And I should hate him,” Nino’s voice trembled as Ohno held him through it.
“But I can’t. I can’t and it’s – why can’t I just hate him? Why?”
“Shhh,” he said, pressing his lips against the side of Nino’s temple hoping his presence was enough to calm Nino down, even though he knew it wouldn’t. So he just kept his arms around Nino, whispering little nothings into Nino’s hair, and hoped for the best.
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Don't worry, Nino-chan. Oh-chan is there for you.
Thanks for writing this.
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I dont like somebody, but I feel wronged if I hate her.
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