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With the way Ohno and Nino acted like human lint to each other people tended to forget that Nino and Sho were also 'best friends'. And that Nino, Ohno, and Sho together got along like a house afire.
Jun stared at the three of them on their couch in something akin to horror.
"Jun-kun?" Aiba leaned into his personal space and angled his head, dropping his chin to rest sharp and pointy on Jun's shoulder. "What are you looking at?"
On the other couch Ohno, Nino, and Sho were cracking up about something even though the stage director was frantically signaling the end of the commercial break.
"One day," Jun said, glancing at Aiba without shrugging him off, "Sho-kun is going to snap and he'll marshal Leader and Nino under him—because they will think it's funny—and take over and the power will go to his head. When that day comes I will not be ashamed to run away."
Sho, Nino, and Ohno were clinging together, trying calm down but the effort of regaining themselves was only feeding their giggles.
Aiba's chin dug in to Jun's shoulder a little more. "Can I come with you?"
"Sure. There's safety in numbers." And it would prevent Aiba from joining them. "Now back to your mark."
Nino, Ohno, and Sho were settling down on their side of the soundstage and the countdown was beginning.
Aiba leaned back into his space quickly. "Hey, hey, MatsuJun! Let's take over first, okay?"
Jun made a note to himself to keep an eye on Aiba for signs of treachery or Nino-centric conspiracies.
chelle_sama how writing JE boyband fic isn't With the way Ohno and Nino acted like human lint to each other people tended to forget that Nino and Sho were also 'best friends'. And that Nino, Ohno, and Sho together got along like a house afire.
Jun stared at the three of them on their couch in something akin to horror.
"Jun-kun?" Aiba leaned into his personal space and angled his head, dropping his chin to rest sharp and pointy on Jun's shoulder. "What are you looking at?"
On the other couch Ohno, Nino, and Sho were cracking up about something even though the stage director was frantically signaling the end of the commercial break.
"One day," Jun said, glancing at Aiba without shrugging him off, "Sho-kun is going to snap and he'll marshal Leader and Nino under him—because they will think it's funny—and take over and the power will go to his head. When that day comes I will not be ashamed to run away."
Sho, Nino, and Ohno were clinging together, trying calm down but the effort of regaining themselves was only feeding their giggles.
Aiba's chin dug in to Jun's shoulder a little more. "Can I come with you?"
"Sure. There's safety in numbers." And it would prevent Aiba from joining them. "Now back to your mark."
Nino, Ohno, and Sho were settling down on their side of the soundstage and the countdown was beginning.
Aiba leaned back into his space quickly. "Hey, hey, MatsuJun! Let's take over first, okay?"
Jun made a note to himself to keep an eye on Aiba for signs of treachery or Nino-centric conspiracies.