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Twenty-one Moments of Arashi-Love, first three drabbles

Nino laces his fingers with Captain's and holds on, tighter and tighter, until his knuckles turn white and he can feel Captain's manicured nails pressing half-moons into his palms. Facing Ohno like this feels like drowning, like his heart will continue to constrict itself around this sensation until it shatters, and he finds himself gasping, "Oh-chan... Oh-chan-"

Ohno just folds Nino into his arms, steady, and stronger than he looks, stroking Nino's sweaty bangs back away from his face. He cuddles Nino close, ready to hold on to him until the trembling stops, and whispers, "Yeah, me too. Me too."



Jun is arguing with the staff about some detail of staging, trying to get everything perfect. Nino is sitting on the edge of the stage, playing his guitar and spotting for Aiba as the taller boy walks through his choreography one more time. Ohno has tucked himself out of the way, watching them, and chewing on his lower lip with a helplessly miserable expression. “It’s seriously impossible for me, being leader. Look at them! It should have been you.”

Sho sees everyone trying their best, confident and content, and he just smiles as he wraps his arms around his captain.



A/n:This one's a double-drabble, cause the bunny needed just a touch more space. Also, this is a lot less shippy and a lot more the sort of thing that I expect actually happened at one point, given how much more comfortable Jun is with Ohno than other people, so.

He was fixing a chip on his nail polish when Ohno-kun wandered up, and Jun felt the muscles in his shoulders immediately tighten up, unsure yet how he should react to the older boy, much as Jun already liked him. But Ohno just poked idly at a polish-bottle for a minute before looking up and asking, “Ne, Matsumoto-kun? Are you gay?”

Jun knocked over an entire bottle of polish jumping up to sputter incoherently at Ohno. “What?! Why would you…That’s not…I--” Visions of his sempai beating him up or screaming at him or making him leave the band flashed in front of his eyes.

But Ohno just picked up the polish for him. “Mm. I thought so—you kind of act it. Well, and I was pretty sure you were checking out Aiba-kun’s ass earlier.”

“Don’t you… care?” Jun finally asked, a bit helplessly.

“Not particularly. Do you think it’ll be a problem?” Ohno asked easily, handing Jun the little bottle, and Jun felt something warm bloom behind his ribs that he couldn’t quite put a name to, thought to himself, So this is the kind of person my sempai is.

“Never,” Jun whispered.

Ohno just smiled. “Good then.”