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For: kiah_1
From:tonieboo0013
Title: Apple to My Pie
Pairing: Nino/Ohno
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Nino grew up in London, England. When he searches for a job, he winds up working at a Japanese bakery named TOKIO.
Notes: The title is from Auburn's song, Perfect Two, which is just completely adorable and wonderful <3 I NEED TO THANK MY MUSE, the ever lovely R, for tolerating my neediness and desperate calls for plot (the latter which were ignored, of course). TOKIO plays a rather large part in the fic, and it's my first time writing them, so I apologize for anything that seems extremely out of place! I would also like to thank the mod, who has had such patience with me. You've been amazing!
He walked into the small shop, the sign outside read TOKIO in bright colours, whips of icing curling off of the letters. The store itself was warm and soothing, a mix of different creams and ivories with small splashes of colour throughout. The man at the front counter was tall with broad shoulders, gelled hair wrapped back in a low ponytail with an overly sharpened pencil tucked behind his ear.
"Welcome," he greeted in English, baritone voice ringing low in Nino's ears.
He walked up to the counter, passing in his resume. "I applied for the dish washing job over the phone," he told him, raising his eyes to give a, hopefully, warm smile.
The man, his name tag reading Manager Nagase, started to read the resume before asking, "You speak Japanese?"
Nino had to laugh at his wrinkled eyebrows, the confusion set deep within his face. "I moved here when I was little, but, I know some from my mom," he offered.
He felt Nagase's eyes on him and chose to look away, noticing the tiny cake menu resting by the cash register. In the corner was a drawing of a piece of strawberry shortcake, complete with a smile on each berries' face. Cute.
"You don't need to speak Japanese to do the dishes, right?"
He looked back at the owner, contemplating his answer, sighing slightly before deciding on, "No, sir."
Nino jolted when Nagase tossed a fist in the air, exclaiming, "We got a live one, boys!"
He heard a delayed chorus of cheers from the kitchen in the back, before his laughter bubbled out.
--
It was his first shift, and there was no one in the store. He walked through the front doors, but he didn't see any of the staff. There were a few customers scattered throughout the shop, eating away at their confectioneries, but that was it.
He walked through the kitchen doors, finding a tiny man sitting down at the corner desk. He was playing around with his phone, flicking the small blue fish charm between his fingers. "Ahem," Nino cleared his throat, getting his attention.
"Oh," the man grinned sleepily, "I didn't see you there" he spoke in Japanese, before returning to his phone.
Nino stood there, a little awkwardly, before asking, "Is Nagase-san around? I start today." The man, his name tag called him Ohno, looked back up, leaning to peek behind the corner before pointing toward the back door. He nodded his thanks before moving for the door, when four men walked in. He recognized one of them as Nagase.
One of them grabbed the small wooden stick that was propping the door open, effectively locking out the fifth person. Nino heard the individual banging on the door while the others laughed heartily as they hung up their coats.
"Ah, Ninomiya-kun," Nagase greeted, walking over to Nino before bowing slightly. Nino bowed back, feeling more than slightly out of place. "Here, meet the staff. This here is Ohno, one of the bakers." Ohno raised his head once more to smile, eyes crinkly, at Nino, and he felt something in his stomach flutter. "Leader's the head chef, Matsuoka's the cool guy, Gussan designs the cakes, and Taichi-"
"You bastards!"
Nino spun around as a scrawny man stormed into the kitchen, he assumed he'd walked from behind the store to the front. He also assumed he was Taichi.
"Taichi-kun, so glad you could make it," Nagase grinned, folding his arms in satisfaction. "This is Nino, he's gonna be our bus boy."
Taichi looked him up and down, crossing his arms to mirror Nagase's before pepping, "He'll do!" and returning to the office.
"What does Taichi-san do?" Nino asked.
The men in the room laughed loudly before Leader filled him in, "Whatever we want him to do."
--
The first few days were a little rough. Most of the guys didn't even try to speak any English, so Nino had to bumble around his Japanese to get through the shift. Nagase would fill him in when he bothered, but Nino had a sneaking suspicion he found some sort of enjoyment in Taichi explaining all the rules of icing mix to Nino when Nino couldn't understand half of the ingredients.
He was starting to like this Ohno fellow. He was quiet in most senses of the word, but sometimes when Nino would be cleaning the lobby, Ohno would come out and join him. Sometimes he would make conversation (mostly fish-related topics, most of which Nino didn’t understand), but usually they sat in compatible silence. Nino worked up the courage to ask Ohno about the shop, since Nagase never thought to explain the origin.
"Why did Nagase-san make this bakery?" Nino asked in Japanese, knowing better than to say anything besides beautiful to Ohno in English.
Ohno blinked sleepily, pausing to yawn, then answering, "He didn't. It's Leader's. Nagase-kun printed off a new name tag for himself once, saying Manager and Leader never really said anything about it."
Sounds about right, Nino thought to himself. "But why here? Why London? I mean, no offense, but none of you can speak English, not really."
Ohno laughed to himself a little before shrugging his shoulders, "Don't know. They just told me they were moving the bakery here, so I joined them." Ohno started fiddling with the napkin dispenser, poking at the screw on the bottom just before it popped open and tea green napkins flew everywhere. He looked at Nino with apologetic eyes, but Nino just shook his broom at him. "I like to travel," he continued, hoping to cover up his mini catastrophe with light chit chat, "so I figured this was as good a chance as any."
"Do you ever think about learning English?" he ventured further, watching as Ohno started making paper cranes out of the loose napkins. It would be nice, he figured, to be able to talk more with Ohno. Just the other day, he got onto a fishing rant. Nino didn't have a clue which fish he was talking about, so Ohno had taken to drawing a sketch for him. He gave the fish a smiling face, and Nino suddenly knew who created the tiny strawberry shortcake for out front.
"Not really," he mumbled, concentrating on a particularly difficult fold. "I suck at Japanese, so, why should I both with another language?"
Good point.
Nino swept up the few crumbs left on the floor before sitting across the table from Ohno, head resting on tired hands. Ohno stopped his folding and took one of Nino's hands into his own, either ignoring or not noticing the look of embarrassment on Nino's face.
He starting humming a song that Nino didn't know, patting the palm of Nino's hand along to the beat. Nino held the blush down for as long as he could, trying to wiggle out of the situation. Clearing his throat as he stood, Nino pulled his hand from Ohno's, choosing not to acknowledge the look of loss on Ohno's face, and pat his co-worker's head. Nino straightened himself up, fixing his uniform before swiping his hair away from his eyes with both hands.
"Cute," Ohno said. In English.
Nino found himself blushing more than he thought possible, then grabbed the nearest napkin dispenser and popping it open in Ohno's face.
--
"Today," Nagase started, rounding up Nino in an awkwardly painful hug, "we're going to war."
Nino heard Taichi sigh back on the frosting table, then asked, "How are we going to war?"
"Naïve!" Taichi shouted, barreling through the kitchen before ripping Nino from his co-worker's arms. "It's not war, it's love."
Nino looked to Matsuoka for help, but he just shook his head, raising both hands as a sign of surrender.
"Today, you're doing dishes," Nagase announced.
Nino glanced at Ohno, but he seemed preoccupied with his flour battle with Leader in the kitchen. Leader had him in a headlock, emptying the bag into the collar of Ohno's shirt.
Nagase grabbed Nino back, a little tighter this time. "It's gonna get ugly. There may be bloodshed. But it has to be done," he spoke somberly. "You need to beat them down, rip them from the bottom up, then tear into their delicious cake encrusted surface."
"No, it's about respect," Taichi cut in. "You can't just dig into them without any preparation. Treat them as you would a lady. Be gentle, have patience. Work up to it, make sure she's ready for you."
"Then take her from behind!" Nagase cut back, clapping Nino's shoulder triumphantly.
Nino stared between the two of them, trying to catch up to the speed at which they were speaking. At that moment Ohno came running out of the kitchen, a sinfully gleeful Leader trailing just behind him. His voice rang out from the stairwell, "Just use soap!"
Nino turned to the sink with an open smile on his face, reached for the soap, and lathered up.
--
He was scrubbing for some time when Ohno came back, covered in flour from head to toe. His eyes broke through the haze, unfocused and calm, as always. He saddled up next to Nino once more, turning on the faucets as he stripped off his apron and overshirt. Tossing them in the sink, he turned to Nino, waiting for attention.
Nino finally looked at him, trying to keep the smile off his face. "Yes, Ohno-san. How can I help you?" he asked just as Ohno shook his head left to right, releasing all the loose flour onto Nino's face and shirt exclusively.
Nino's jaw dropped and it was all he could do not throw Ohno into the sink itself. Instead, he settled for a slight shriek, followed by him jumping onto Ohno's back as Ohno ran out the back door and around the empty lot, his laugh ringing throughout the night air.
--
"Tired of cleaning?" Ohno asked Nino, patting his shoulder as he walked past the office. Nino had his head on the desk, hands hanging limply at his sides.
"My hands-" Nino whined, his voice thick with pout.
"Are adorable," Ohno finished, eyebrows wrinkling in honesty.
"Hurt," Nino exhaled, smiling slightly in response. "But thank you, little fisherman."
Ohno smiled in return, his eyes reduced to slits, and Nino felt most of the tension leave his body. Sitting here with Ohno was enough for now.
Ohno shuffled past Nino, his hand lingering on Nino's shoulder and Nino swore it all meant something. Instead, he slipped into the other chair and flicked the mouse, opening one of the programs in the computer. A flood of commands filled the screen, and they neither looked English nor Japanese.
"Oh," Nino noticed, leaning his arm over Ohno's shoulder, "You can do the paperwork?"
Ohno leaned his head back onto Nino's tiny arm, using it as an ultra bony pillow. His head rolled to the side, cheek pressed again Nino's tingling arm, and Nino felt the swell in his stomach, telling him he was in like.
He hummed another melody, staying like that for a few moments. Nino was nearly put in a trance when Ohno lightly grabbed Nino's dangling fingers, looping them between his own, rubbing his thumb over Nino's palm, and just being so sugary sweet and Nino could barely stand it.
Instead of analyzing, Nino simply sat there, choosing to enjoy Ohno's unique silence rather than get lost inside it, allowing the cloak of possibilities to take them over.
--
The next day, Nino bought four Japanese language books.
--
Nino couldn't stop staring at Ohno's hair. It looked so soft, but, it never moved.
He found himself focusing on nothing else but his hair, dropping his dishes in the sink and propping one hand on his hips.
"Can I touch your hair?"
Inner Nino cringed, he could only imagine how strange he sounded. Gussan hung his torso outside the kitchen long enough to yell, "Does he have to take his pants off?" and escaped just before Nino was able to get him with the hose.
He was about to apologize when Ohno said, "Sure." Ohno stepped closer to Nino, leaning down to give him better access.
Nino didn't hesitate, sifting the hair through his fingers. It was so smooth. He scratched behind Ohno's ear and Ohno sighed contently. Nino retracted his hand, only now realizing it had been full of suds, and there was an especially large bubble resting on top of Ohno's head. He stared at it before blowing it away, watching as it drifted onto the ground, tiny bubbles popping at will.
Ohno raised his head, a smile loose on his lips, before petting Nino's hair.
"Cute."
--
Taichi was out for a week with a sprained ankle.
--
They were side by side at the sink when Nino felt a slight graze on his thigh. His hands froze on the tray, instead staring wide eyed at Ohno, whose hands were busy scrubbing furiously at one of the cake pans.
"Did your dick, just like, vibrate?"
Nagase popped out from front counter long enough to yell, "That's what she said!" before the rest of the guys fell into line with appropriate snaps.
Ohno tucked his hand inside his pocket, sheepishly retrieving his phone. He checked the screen before mumbling, "It's my mom."
"So your mom just felt me up."
Nagase came back for a soapy high five.
--
"This is so delicious," Ohno nearly moaned into his cupcake, barely taking time to chew before going for the next bite.
Just before Ohno was able to finish the last piece, Nino swooped in and stole it, popping it into his own mouth, savouring the look of horror on Ohno's face more so than the actual pastry.
Before he could finish swallowing and let out a victory laugh, Ohno had taken icing from Nino's leftover cupcake (Nino knew he had his own, he'd just wanted Ohno's) and smeared it across Nino's cheek.
Nino reached for more icing, reaching over to streak it across Ohno's face in retaliation, when Ohno grabbed his hand. Nino stilled, staring into Ohno's eyes, as Ohno wrapped his larger hand around Nino's smaller one, the icing getting lost between the two.
Ohno leaned in, allowing Nino only a fraction of a moment to think ohgodohgodohgod before Ohno's lips fell onto his cheek, kissing where the icing remained. He lingered for only a second longer, before sitting back in his chair, seemingly at peace with himself. He looked back at Nino, a lazy smile draped across his sleepy face as he mumbled, "You're sweet."
Nino couldn't contain it any longer, a smile so bright and gleeful and achingly wonderful found its way across his face, refusing to leave any time soon. He watched as Ohno reached across the table to retrieve the last cupcake, popping it into his mouth whole, the fluffiness clinging to the insides of his cheeks like a tiny, overstuffed squirrel.
His eyes had a new sparkle to them when he grabbed the string on Ohno's multi-coloured apron, effectively drawing him closer, as he whispered, "Do it again."
And Ohno did.
kiah_1From:
tonieboo0013Title: Apple to My Pie
Pairing: Nino/Ohno
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Nino grew up in London, England. When he searches for a job, he winds up working at a Japanese bakery named TOKIO.
Notes: The title is from Auburn's song, Perfect Two, which is just completely adorable and wonderful <3 I NEED TO THANK MY MUSE, the ever lovely R, for tolerating my neediness and desperate calls for plot (the latter which were ignored, of course). TOKIO plays a rather large part in the fic, and it's my first time writing them, so I apologize for anything that seems extremely out of place! I would also like to thank the mod, who has had such patience with me. You've been amazing!
He walked into the small shop, the sign outside read TOKIO in bright colours, whips of icing curling off of the letters. The store itself was warm and soothing, a mix of different creams and ivories with small splashes of colour throughout. The man at the front counter was tall with broad shoulders, gelled hair wrapped back in a low ponytail with an overly sharpened pencil tucked behind his ear.
"Welcome," he greeted in English, baritone voice ringing low in Nino's ears.
He walked up to the counter, passing in his resume. "I applied for the dish washing job over the phone," he told him, raising his eyes to give a, hopefully, warm smile.
The man, his name tag reading Manager Nagase, started to read the resume before asking, "You speak Japanese?"
Nino had to laugh at his wrinkled eyebrows, the confusion set deep within his face. "I moved here when I was little, but, I know some from my mom," he offered.
He felt Nagase's eyes on him and chose to look away, noticing the tiny cake menu resting by the cash register. In the corner was a drawing of a piece of strawberry shortcake, complete with a smile on each berries' face. Cute.
"You don't need to speak Japanese to do the dishes, right?"
He looked back at the owner, contemplating his answer, sighing slightly before deciding on, "No, sir."
Nino jolted when Nagase tossed a fist in the air, exclaiming, "We got a live one, boys!"
He heard a delayed chorus of cheers from the kitchen in the back, before his laughter bubbled out.
--
It was his first shift, and there was no one in the store. He walked through the front doors, but he didn't see any of the staff. There were a few customers scattered throughout the shop, eating away at their confectioneries, but that was it.
He walked through the kitchen doors, finding a tiny man sitting down at the corner desk. He was playing around with his phone, flicking the small blue fish charm between his fingers. "Ahem," Nino cleared his throat, getting his attention.
"Oh," the man grinned sleepily, "I didn't see you there" he spoke in Japanese, before returning to his phone.
Nino stood there, a little awkwardly, before asking, "Is Nagase-san around? I start today." The man, his name tag called him Ohno, looked back up, leaning to peek behind the corner before pointing toward the back door. He nodded his thanks before moving for the door, when four men walked in. He recognized one of them as Nagase.
One of them grabbed the small wooden stick that was propping the door open, effectively locking out the fifth person. Nino heard the individual banging on the door while the others laughed heartily as they hung up their coats.
"Ah, Ninomiya-kun," Nagase greeted, walking over to Nino before bowing slightly. Nino bowed back, feeling more than slightly out of place. "Here, meet the staff. This here is Ohno, one of the bakers." Ohno raised his head once more to smile, eyes crinkly, at Nino, and he felt something in his stomach flutter. "Leader's the head chef, Matsuoka's the cool guy, Gussan designs the cakes, and Taichi-"
"You bastards!"
Nino spun around as a scrawny man stormed into the kitchen, he assumed he'd walked from behind the store to the front. He also assumed he was Taichi.
"Taichi-kun, so glad you could make it," Nagase grinned, folding his arms in satisfaction. "This is Nino, he's gonna be our bus boy."
Taichi looked him up and down, crossing his arms to mirror Nagase's before pepping, "He'll do!" and returning to the office.
"What does Taichi-san do?" Nino asked.
The men in the room laughed loudly before Leader filled him in, "Whatever we want him to do."
--
The first few days were a little rough. Most of the guys didn't even try to speak any English, so Nino had to bumble around his Japanese to get through the shift. Nagase would fill him in when he bothered, but Nino had a sneaking suspicion he found some sort of enjoyment in Taichi explaining all the rules of icing mix to Nino when Nino couldn't understand half of the ingredients.
He was starting to like this Ohno fellow. He was quiet in most senses of the word, but sometimes when Nino would be cleaning the lobby, Ohno would come out and join him. Sometimes he would make conversation (mostly fish-related topics, most of which Nino didn’t understand), but usually they sat in compatible silence. Nino worked up the courage to ask Ohno about the shop, since Nagase never thought to explain the origin.
"Why did Nagase-san make this bakery?" Nino asked in Japanese, knowing better than to say anything besides beautiful to Ohno in English.
Ohno blinked sleepily, pausing to yawn, then answering, "He didn't. It's Leader's. Nagase-kun printed off a new name tag for himself once, saying Manager and Leader never really said anything about it."
Sounds about right, Nino thought to himself. "But why here? Why London? I mean, no offense, but none of you can speak English, not really."
Ohno laughed to himself a little before shrugging his shoulders, "Don't know. They just told me they were moving the bakery here, so I joined them." Ohno started fiddling with the napkin dispenser, poking at the screw on the bottom just before it popped open and tea green napkins flew everywhere. He looked at Nino with apologetic eyes, but Nino just shook his broom at him. "I like to travel," he continued, hoping to cover up his mini catastrophe with light chit chat, "so I figured this was as good a chance as any."
"Do you ever think about learning English?" he ventured further, watching as Ohno started making paper cranes out of the loose napkins. It would be nice, he figured, to be able to talk more with Ohno. Just the other day, he got onto a fishing rant. Nino didn't have a clue which fish he was talking about, so Ohno had taken to drawing a sketch for him. He gave the fish a smiling face, and Nino suddenly knew who created the tiny strawberry shortcake for out front.
"Not really," he mumbled, concentrating on a particularly difficult fold. "I suck at Japanese, so, why should I both with another language?"
Good point.
Nino swept up the few crumbs left on the floor before sitting across the table from Ohno, head resting on tired hands. Ohno stopped his folding and took one of Nino's hands into his own, either ignoring or not noticing the look of embarrassment on Nino's face.
He starting humming a song that Nino didn't know, patting the palm of Nino's hand along to the beat. Nino held the blush down for as long as he could, trying to wiggle out of the situation. Clearing his throat as he stood, Nino pulled his hand from Ohno's, choosing not to acknowledge the look of loss on Ohno's face, and pat his co-worker's head. Nino straightened himself up, fixing his uniform before swiping his hair away from his eyes with both hands.
"Cute," Ohno said. In English.
Nino found himself blushing more than he thought possible, then grabbed the nearest napkin dispenser and popping it open in Ohno's face.
--
"Today," Nagase started, rounding up Nino in an awkwardly painful hug, "we're going to war."
Nino heard Taichi sigh back on the frosting table, then asked, "How are we going to war?"
"Naïve!" Taichi shouted, barreling through the kitchen before ripping Nino from his co-worker's arms. "It's not war, it's love."
Nino looked to Matsuoka for help, but he just shook his head, raising both hands as a sign of surrender.
"Today, you're doing dishes," Nagase announced.
Nino glanced at Ohno, but he seemed preoccupied with his flour battle with Leader in the kitchen. Leader had him in a headlock, emptying the bag into the collar of Ohno's shirt.
Nagase grabbed Nino back, a little tighter this time. "It's gonna get ugly. There may be bloodshed. But it has to be done," he spoke somberly. "You need to beat them down, rip them from the bottom up, then tear into their delicious cake encrusted surface."
"No, it's about respect," Taichi cut in. "You can't just dig into them without any preparation. Treat them as you would a lady. Be gentle, have patience. Work up to it, make sure she's ready for you."
"Then take her from behind!" Nagase cut back, clapping Nino's shoulder triumphantly.
Nino stared between the two of them, trying to catch up to the speed at which they were speaking. At that moment Ohno came running out of the kitchen, a sinfully gleeful Leader trailing just behind him. His voice rang out from the stairwell, "Just use soap!"
Nino turned to the sink with an open smile on his face, reached for the soap, and lathered up.
--
He was scrubbing for some time when Ohno came back, covered in flour from head to toe. His eyes broke through the haze, unfocused and calm, as always. He saddled up next to Nino once more, turning on the faucets as he stripped off his apron and overshirt. Tossing them in the sink, he turned to Nino, waiting for attention.
Nino finally looked at him, trying to keep the smile off his face. "Yes, Ohno-san. How can I help you?" he asked just as Ohno shook his head left to right, releasing all the loose flour onto Nino's face and shirt exclusively.
Nino's jaw dropped and it was all he could do not throw Ohno into the sink itself. Instead, he settled for a slight shriek, followed by him jumping onto Ohno's back as Ohno ran out the back door and around the empty lot, his laugh ringing throughout the night air.
--
"Tired of cleaning?" Ohno asked Nino, patting his shoulder as he walked past the office. Nino had his head on the desk, hands hanging limply at his sides.
"My hands-" Nino whined, his voice thick with pout.
"Are adorable," Ohno finished, eyebrows wrinkling in honesty.
"Hurt," Nino exhaled, smiling slightly in response. "But thank you, little fisherman."
Ohno smiled in return, his eyes reduced to slits, and Nino felt most of the tension leave his body. Sitting here with Ohno was enough for now.
Ohno shuffled past Nino, his hand lingering on Nino's shoulder and Nino swore it all meant something. Instead, he slipped into the other chair and flicked the mouse, opening one of the programs in the computer. A flood of commands filled the screen, and they neither looked English nor Japanese.
"Oh," Nino noticed, leaning his arm over Ohno's shoulder, "You can do the paperwork?"
Ohno leaned his head back onto Nino's tiny arm, using it as an ultra bony pillow. His head rolled to the side, cheek pressed again Nino's tingling arm, and Nino felt the swell in his stomach, telling him he was in like.
He hummed another melody, staying like that for a few moments. Nino was nearly put in a trance when Ohno lightly grabbed Nino's dangling fingers, looping them between his own, rubbing his thumb over Nino's palm, and just being so sugary sweet and Nino could barely stand it.
Instead of analyzing, Nino simply sat there, choosing to enjoy Ohno's unique silence rather than get lost inside it, allowing the cloak of possibilities to take them over.
--
The next day, Nino bought four Japanese language books.
--
Nino couldn't stop staring at Ohno's hair. It looked so soft, but, it never moved.
He found himself focusing on nothing else but his hair, dropping his dishes in the sink and propping one hand on his hips.
"Can I touch your hair?"
Inner Nino cringed, he could only imagine how strange he sounded. Gussan hung his torso outside the kitchen long enough to yell, "Does he have to take his pants off?" and escaped just before Nino was able to get him with the hose.
He was about to apologize when Ohno said, "Sure." Ohno stepped closer to Nino, leaning down to give him better access.
Nino didn't hesitate, sifting the hair through his fingers. It was so smooth. He scratched behind Ohno's ear and Ohno sighed contently. Nino retracted his hand, only now realizing it had been full of suds, and there was an especially large bubble resting on top of Ohno's head. He stared at it before blowing it away, watching as it drifted onto the ground, tiny bubbles popping at will.
Ohno raised his head, a smile loose on his lips, before petting Nino's hair.
"Cute."
--
Taichi was out for a week with a sprained ankle.
--
They were side by side at the sink when Nino felt a slight graze on his thigh. His hands froze on the tray, instead staring wide eyed at Ohno, whose hands were busy scrubbing furiously at one of the cake pans.
"Did your dick, just like, vibrate?"
Nagase popped out from front counter long enough to yell, "That's what she said!" before the rest of the guys fell into line with appropriate snaps.
Ohno tucked his hand inside his pocket, sheepishly retrieving his phone. He checked the screen before mumbling, "It's my mom."
"So your mom just felt me up."
Nagase came back for a soapy high five.
--
"This is so delicious," Ohno nearly moaned into his cupcake, barely taking time to chew before going for the next bite.
Just before Ohno was able to finish the last piece, Nino swooped in and stole it, popping it into his own mouth, savouring the look of horror on Ohno's face more so than the actual pastry.
Before he could finish swallowing and let out a victory laugh, Ohno had taken icing from Nino's leftover cupcake (Nino knew he had his own, he'd just wanted Ohno's) and smeared it across Nino's cheek.
Nino reached for more icing, reaching over to streak it across Ohno's face in retaliation, when Ohno grabbed his hand. Nino stilled, staring into Ohno's eyes, as Ohno wrapped his larger hand around Nino's smaller one, the icing getting lost between the two.
Ohno leaned in, allowing Nino only a fraction of a moment to think ohgodohgodohgod before Ohno's lips fell onto his cheek, kissing where the icing remained. He lingered for only a second longer, before sitting back in his chair, seemingly at peace with himself. He looked back at Nino, a lazy smile draped across his sleepy face as he mumbled, "You're sweet."
Nino couldn't contain it any longer, a smile so bright and gleeful and achingly wonderful found its way across his face, refusing to leave any time soon. He watched as Ohno reached across the table to retrieve the last cupcake, popping it into his mouth whole, the fluffiness clinging to the insides of his cheeks like a tiny, overstuffed squirrel.
His eyes had a new sparkle to them when he grabbed the string on Ohno's multi-coloured apron, effectively drawing him closer, as he whispered, "Do it again."
And Ohno did.