White Day. Only later.

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Have been sick and spent a whole day (seriously, eight and a half hours) sitting at Firestone while Nick and Curt worked on my car. Then I slept for, like, a day. So, up now: WHITE DAY. It's a lame-ass sequel to Heart-shaped.



Heart-shaped too

Nino was secretly sentimental about some things, which he knew Aiba knew about but that didn't mean that he liked Aiba knowing. He should have known better than to let Aiba into his room—especially when a certain day on the calendar was creeping closer and pushing a lot of uncertainty in front of it.

Aiba was shaking the little red box that Ohno had given him nearly a month before and grinning like a maniac. "Who is she?"

"What are you talking about?" Nino made to snatch the box back but Aiba, and his handy growth spurt, held it out of his reach. "Idiot."

"If Nino is keeping it," Aiba said, holding the box over both of their heads, "then it's special. It's not even coated in dust," he added, turning the box over in his hands. Nino debated making an undignified jump for it. "So you've been touching it."

"That sounds perverted," Nino scolded. He lifted his chin loftily and pulled his guitar into his lap, fiddling with the pegs. Ignoring Aiba either worked well or backfired terribly.

Aiba pushed himself forward, covering Nino's guitar with his body. "Nino, you're in love," he crowed.

"What?"

"You're ignoring me and you're blushing and your eyes are squinted nearly closed. You're so in love."

The bad thing about knowing Aiba for so long was that Aiba had him figured out, too.

Nino snatched the box back from Aiba's distracted hands. "I am not. And anyhow, those were from Ohno, so it's not like that."

"He gave you Valentine's chocolates?" Aiba asked.

"He got distracted by them because they looked good and then he asked me which kind I liked and then he bought them because he's a space alien," Nino said, cutting off Aiba's train of thought. It wasn't like he hadn't thought it to death himself, anyhow.

Aiba laughed at him, laughed right in his face, and then kissed him soundly on the mouth. He started talking about UFOs right after, though, so Nino forgave him.


"Aiba said that Leader gave you chocolates," Jun said the moment Nino walked into the studio.

Nino snorted and began to strip, reaching for the clothing that had his name draped around the hanger. "Aiba's an idiot."

Jun wriggled into a tight pair of jeans. "I noticed that you're not denying it," he said. "Are you going to give him an answer?"

"Can't you go bug Sho with your annoyingly gay crush on him or something?" Nino asked politely.

"I want to watch you struggle with your emo, manly love," Jun told him. "And I do NOT have a crush on Sho."

"Can't you go bug Sho by being annoyingly gay on him, then?"

He knew it was a bad idea to get into a wrestling match with Jun while they were both wearing wardrobe's clothing, but he figured that he could just tell everybody that Jun started it by touching him inappropriately on the ass. He just had to make sure Jun wasn't around to tell them that he'd been aiming for Nino's head when Nino had dived over the couch to avoid him. But until that happened, he was going to give as good as he got.

Eventually he pinned Jun under him, both of them breathing heavily and giggling in a way that was probably pretty stupid for two teenaged boys. Nino gave Jun a noisy kiss on the cheek just to make him squeak and then collapsed against him to get his breath back. Jun's wrist twisted and Nino let go, a little surprised when Jun only slipped his hand down so that they were palm to palm. "Nino," he said. "You know, this thing…with Leader…" He trailed off and went quiet.

Nino drew back and looked at Jun's face, so familiar for so long and he was surprised to see that it had changed from the tiny, cute kid's face to something else. The wide grin that showed off the mole on his lip had turned into some serious, solemn line. "What?" he asked. When Jun didn't say anything Nino shifted. "Jun," he tried.

Jun looked at him, his eyes still far away. "I don't know," he said at last. He shook himself and smiled.

The kiss Nino brushed over Jun's cheek was light and quick. He hardly ever understood Jun but, at the same time, he understood him. "I'm going to go sit in Sho's lap," he announced, letting go of Jun and darting for the door.


"Sho-chan," Nino said, pushing Sho's text book up so that he could worm his way into Sho's lap. "Hey, Sho-chan. Pay attention to me or I'll do something awful," he said when Sho ignored him in favor of the book.

"You're probably going to do something awful anyway," Sho sighed but he set the book aside. "Chin up," he ordered.

Nino obediently lifted his chin and let Sho fix his tie for him. "I'm thinking about giving Ohno something for White Day," he said. He grinned as Sho's hands slipped and the knot went uncomfortably tight against his throat.

"Ohno Satoshi?" Sho asked, tugging the knot into something looser.

"Mmhm," Nino kept his chin up until Sho caught it and lowered it, bringing them eye-to-eye. "He gave me chocolate on Valentine's Day."

Sho eyed him warily. "Did you ask him for them?"

"No," Nino rubbed his nose against Sho's. "What sort of guy asks another one for something like that, anyway? You've been hanging out with Aiba too much."

Sho ignored that. "Did he know what day it was?"

"We had a whole discussion about it after the girl at the register choked," Nino assured him.

"Before he bought them?"

Nino sighed. "Sho, it was Valentine's Day."

"If we would have quit, this would not be an issue," Sho muttered. "And you're telling me about this…why?"

Nino shrugged. "I like your trauma face?" he tried.

"Nino," Sho shook his head at him. "I can't tell you what to do; that's cheating."

"I owe Aiba ten dollars now," Nino said. "He said you'd be sensible and I said that you'd be happy as long as it meant I wasn't climbing on you and interrupting your studying."

Sho pushed him off his lap. "Go with my blessings," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of bills, tossing them down on him. "Buy him something nice so that he knows you're really serious."


He admitted that it was probably a little weird for him to be sitting outside the theater where Ohno was working on his stage play. He didn't want to go in, though, and have anybody make it a big deal. Especially when Ohno probably hadn't meant it like that.

Despite the 'I like Nino'ing that he'd done.

"Nino," Ohno said, interrupting him in mid-recollection of Valentine's Day. "Hi."

Ohno looked like he was a little tired but also like he liked the cold Spring air. His face was round and framed by his hair and he looked pretty and spacey and solid. "I like you," Nino said without meaning to. He fumbled the chocolates out of his pocket and thrust the box roughly at Ohno. "I really like you."

His heart was beating high in his throat and he wanted to drop the box and run. He was such a girl, he thought, waiting for Ohno to do something, to say anything.

"Aiba owes me ten dollars," Ohno said musingly.

Nino's head shot up just in time to see Ohno absently take the chocolates, like he didn't really see them at all. "What?"

"Owes me ten dollars," Ohno said, tugging the ribbon off the chocolate box. "Aiba does," he clarified as he opened the box. "He bet me that if you did anything you'd make it like a joke and I said that if you said anything it'd be serious. Because Ninomiya is like that," he added when Nino frowned in confusion. "It's shaped like a heart," he said, grinning goofily at the chocolate.

"That's my ten dollars," Nino said. Ohno, his mouth stuffed with chocolate, made a confused face at him. "I owe Aiba ten dollars."

"I'll use it to buy you dinner," Ohno said, holding out a hand to him. "I know a good, cheap ramen place nearby."

Nino took it automatically. "Clearly our love was destined," he said.




Up next: YamaTaro makeouts.