Random sort-of-Ohmiya-fic

[ciircee]

It's sort of Ohmiya shenanigans. I picked up a picture-as-a-prompt from fluttering and sort of blanked on what to do with it. >.< I'm not sure how this actually reads. Which means, fluttering, that you can feel free to tell me it blows and that I should take it down or risk being de-friended! (This right is something that applies to any prompt I pick up from a specific person, by the way. If it's your prompt, you can tell me 'boo, hiss, take it down' and I will.)

Enough of that! On with the show!






Pretty in blue

Nino looks pretty in blue Ohno thought when Nino emerged from the depths of the wardrobe racks.

"Nino," said Sho in that exasperated tone that meant he loved Nino but not when Nino was making trouble. The photographer working with Sho for his solo shots sighed and called him back to mark. Sho turned and smiled for the camera and then turned back to Nino to frown. "That sweater was on Jun's rack."

Nino ran a hand up his arm and back down again, slowly. "What are you talking about?"

Ohno hid his smile against his shoulder. From the way his photographer cooed at him, he thought it was probably all right.

Sho folded his arms. "That sweater is too big on you, it's covered in skulls, and I definitely saw it on the rack of stuff meant for Jun." He ducked his head for the photographer and gave the camera one of those shy little smiles that girls swooned over. Ohno's own sister had swooned once and Nino—who'd been visiting at the time—had made her promise to never, ever do it in front of him again.

"My sister thinks you're cute," he said to Sho without thinking about it. And then realized how weird that sounded and laughed, ducking behind Aiba.

"My brother thinks we're all idiots," Aiba told him, putting an arm around him.

"Nino," said Sho, who apparently didn't care what Mina and Yuusuke thought about them, "I'm serious."

"I'm wearing it." Nino kept stroking his sweater. Ohno thought the blue and the skulls made his hands even cuter. Nino beamed a smile at one of the photographers. "Ready to work?" he chirruped and struck a pose.

Sho passed a hand over his eyes and then turn to look at the photographer over his shoulder. "Satoshi," he said with a beleaguered sigh, "you talk to him."

Ohno looked at Nino. "Hi, Nino," he said.

"Good morning, Oh-chan!"

"Make him change his shirt," said Sho, his voice a little muffled by the way his head was in his hands.

Aiba giggled and waved at his photographer. "It's that kind of morning, huh, Sho-chan," he said between camera clicks.

Ohno sidled up to Nino. "Sho-chan says I have to make you go change your shirt," he told him.

Nino planted his feet. "Go ahead and try," he invited.

"My best try," Ohno promised. He put his hands on Nino's side and pushed him gently in the direction of the wardrobe racks. Nino didn't so much as sway, but he did smile. Ohno tensed his arm muscles and grunted with effort. Nino's smile morphed into a grin. Ohno threw everything he had into making Nino move, putting his chin on Nino's shoulder and scrunching up his face as Nino started to laugh. Nino smelled like the fall air—a little smoky, a little crisp, a little sweet with the last bit of summer. "Well, that's it," he said. "My very best try."

"It's a soft sweater, right?" Nino asked him. "Cashmere. How was I supposed to resist a cashmere skull sweater."

"That was on Jun's rack," Aiba added helpfully.

"That possibly might have been misplaced on Jun's rack," said Nino.

Ohno let go of Nino and went back to Sho. "I totally couldn't move him," he reported.

Sho still had his face in his hand but he was peeking out between his fingers and Ohno could see his eyes laughing, all dark brown and warmth and amusement. "You idiot," Sho said, fondness coloring his tone. He dropped his hand and tugged on the hem of his long-sleeved shirt. "I'll do it. We can only hope Jun doesn’t notice that his clothes smell like Nino."

"I'm unmovable," Nino said. "He's going to get hurt if he tries. Those muscles of his are just for show." He folded his arms and gave the camera a smirk.

"That's true," Aiba put in. "They're just decorative muscles. You should do something, Leader."

I should do something, Ohno thought. Sho needed to laugh out loud a little more. So he put him in a full-nelson. "I can't let you do it, Sho-chan," he said.

Sho flailed half-heartedly. "Satoshi," he said, laughing under his breath.

"I won't lose against you, Sho-chan," he said, swaying with Sho's swings. "I have to save you from Nino and his skull sweater." He laid his cheek against Sho's back because Sho was warm and solid. "Just try and get away from me."

"I'll do it," Sho warned. He made an effort face and noise and took a baby step forward. Ohno could hear Aiba and the photographers laughing as he inched forward with Sho, slowly moving into Nino's space. "I'll get him," said Sho as they edged up behind Nino.

"Get who? Me?" said Jun, breezing over to the wardrobe racks. "I'm sorry I'm late but the shoot for Cut took longer than expected."

Ohno turned Sho loose. "Hi, Jun-kun," he said. "If you're hungry, there's food over by the print-checks."

Jun smiled over at him. "Nah, the other shoot had raspberries. I'm good."

"You should eat more," Sho said, straightening his clothes. "And not kill Nino."

"I want raspberries," said Aiba.

"No you don't," Jun said to Aiba. "Trust me." To Sho he said, "What does killing Nino have to do with food."

Ohno went back to Nino and put his head on his shoulder. "Nino's super cute today," he told Jun.

Jun looked at them and then at Sho. "I do not eat skulls."

They should make rainbow colored skull sweaters, Ohno thought.