Another five minute fic
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ciirceeIn my continuing quest to just write something damn it I bring you another five-minute fic. This one is for Erin for no particular reason at all.
And now, to bed with me.
They're all so tired and that's where it starts.
Five boys with their arms around each other and each other the only thing holding each of them up.
Nino, their mood maker, curls in to Sho's side and hums under his breath. Nothing special, just radio songs that play during ordinary days. Just a hum and a breath of almost-words to go along with it.
Sho drapes his arm around Nino and holds him closer still. He doesn't sing along.
Aiba's arm is warm against Sho's own when it finds a place just under it, laying across Nino's back. Aiba hums, too, but it's more just breathing than actual sound. Sho can feel it.
Ohno joins the circle on Sho's other side and Sho can barely feel the brush of fingertips against the nape of his neck. Ohno, like Sho, doesn't sing along. He leans against him and radiates warmth and it's Ohno who brings Jun to the circle.
Jun is a wiry, tricky thing in their circle and it takes a moment and Ohno's arm and Aiba's too, before he calms down. He doesn't sing but he sighs as he leans in to the warmth and peace of their leader and their Aiba.
They've been at this for a year and it's hard to imagine two years, five years, ten. They're so very tired, so weary and so young for what it is that they do. But when they're all together, at least, they can turn their back on the storm and look into the center together and find the calm and the blue sky and the sun.
And now, to bed with me.
They're all so tired and that's where it starts.
Five boys with their arms around each other and each other the only thing holding each of them up.
Nino, their mood maker, curls in to Sho's side and hums under his breath. Nothing special, just radio songs that play during ordinary days. Just a hum and a breath of almost-words to go along with it.
Sho drapes his arm around Nino and holds him closer still. He doesn't sing along.
Aiba's arm is warm against Sho's own when it finds a place just under it, laying across Nino's back. Aiba hums, too, but it's more just breathing than actual sound. Sho can feel it.
Ohno joins the circle on Sho's other side and Sho can barely feel the brush of fingertips against the nape of his neck. Ohno, like Sho, doesn't sing along. He leans against him and radiates warmth and it's Ohno who brings Jun to the circle.
Jun is a wiry, tricky thing in their circle and it takes a moment and Ohno's arm and Aiba's too, before he calms down. He doesn't sing but he sighs as he leans in to the warmth and peace of their leader and their Aiba.
They've been at this for a year and it's hard to imagine two years, five years, ten. They're so very tired, so weary and so young for what it is that they do. But when they're all together, at least, they can turn their back on the storm and look into the center together and find the calm and the blue sky and the sun.
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