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krystalkatzficz“What kind of people are Sakurai-san’s parents?” Nino asked as he and Ohno sat in the small café picking their way through the healthy but substantial breakfast. Nino didn’t want to admit it, but it did feel nice having something other than coffee on his stomach. Ohno would be unbearably smug if he knew and he doubted he could handle anymore of his damned smirks and smiles.
“Sho’s? You have an interest in him? I hate to be the one to tell you but you’re not his type” Ohno’s face was stony on his side of the table. His back was rigid, and his eyes were unreadable. Nino’s own eyes bugled out of his face as his mouth dropped open.
“No! Damn it, I’m not interested in him…” He spluttered unable to understand where that accusation had come from. He had never shown the slightest bit of interest in either of his two bosses before, but the question had been bugging him since talking to Masaki. He wanted to tell his friend to go for it with Sho, but he was deeply worried that even if they wanted to Sho wouldn’t go against his parents. “I was just curious as to what they were like…I’m…Asking for a friend…”
“Aiba…?” Ohno hummed relaxing again as he speared a mushroom with his fork and popped it into his mouth. Nino felt a pang of guilt collect in his stomach not wanting to give away his friends secret but not wanting Sho to think he was asking for himself. He didn’t know why it mattered but it did, and he nodded his head slowly;
“Yeah…”
“The Sakurai’s are much like you would expect” Ohno answered a little while later his eyes thoughtful as he sipped the warm tea he’d asked for. It was the same fruity liquid that was in his cup and although he hadn’t asked for it like the food it was nicer than he had been expecting. “You’ve seen them come to the office, correct?”
“Yeah…They seem scary…” Nino admitted reluctantly ignoring the smirk that Ohno gave him at that admission. It wasn’t something that he liked to admit but there was no other way of describing the feeling that looking at the Sakurai’s gave him. They were both so proud looking, with expensive designer clothes and Nino felt for sure they hadn’t even seen him or Masaki properly thinking of them as only the little people so far below their notice.
“They are reserved, traditional but warmer than my own family ever was” Ohno’s lips twitched from a smile and a frown and Nino caught the edge in his tone. It was the same edge he often had when he spoke of his own family. His mind went back to the house of his boss and the lack of anything truly personal. There were no pictures of his parents or his sister, but Nino didn’t have a memorial picture of his own parents either. He thought he should have one, but it still hurt too much to think of it. As it was now he could pretend that he had simply moved out and hadn’t visited his mother in a while.
“Your family…Are they all gone?”
“My parents are still alive, I assume I haven’t seen or spoken to them since the day my sister died” Satoshi shrugged, and Nino gulped hoping that he hadn’t touched on a sore point. Ohno didn’t make any sign that he had but as he had gone back to wearing his noh mask it was impossible to tell.
“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to upset you”
“And you’re not, asking questions in this kind of situation is normal. As you pointed out we know very little about each other” Ohno’s long slender fingers drummed out a beat on the table for a moment before deciding to ask a question of his own “How did your father die?”
“He was involved in a motor cycle accident” Nino answered remembering the story that he had been told a thousand times by his mum. She had needed somebody to talk to about it and he had wanted to know about his father. “It was raining, and a teenager decided he didn’t want to wait in a traffic jamb and mounted the pavement. He knocked my father over into the road just as the traffic started moving again. Mum said he pushed me out of the way and was hit himself”
“You were there?”
“Yeah and mum, I was young, I can’t even remember him much less the accident, but mum was almost proud of the fact he had died to save me…” He frowned quickly and shook his head thinking about his mother and the way her eyes would seem to shine right before glistening with tears when she told him the story. It had always made Nino feel torn between pride that his father had chosen to save him and sadness that his mum had lost the man she loved so much. “Well…Not proud…But…Urgh…I’ve always been bad at explaining it…”
“I think I understand what you’re getting at. I imagine that in such circumstances most people would feel pride” Satoshi hummed thoughtfully, and Nino nodded taking another sip of the tea before pushing around what was left of his meal. He’d made a better job of eating the breakfast than he thought he would and, with his fingers firmly touching the wood of the table, he thought his stomach wasn’t half as bad as it was yesterday. “You look like your mother?”
“Yeah, we looked so much alike that as I got older everyone thought she was my older sister” Nino chuckled remembering the parents evening where his teacher hadn’t believed that Kazuko could possibly be his mum. He had pulled his phone out there and then and called her number. The expression on his face had been priceless. “My teachers always thought I was bringing in my sister instead of my mum. She did everything she could to try and make herself look older. Sadly, she was being asked for ID up until last year”
“Most women enjoy looking younger” Ohno pointed out and Nino rolled his shoulders remembering his mother adding a few grey highlights at her temples with a bleaching comb and wearing the most unfashionable clothes she could. Most of the time she wore jeans and a t-shirt but when she had to deal with school or banks she wore flouncy floral patterns. It never worked but it was amusing to watch, at least until he figured out he would have the same problem.
“Only the ones that don’t actually look younger. The ones that do know the downsides…”
“You often get asked for your identification?” Ohno smirked on his end of the table and Nino rolled his eyes slowly wondering if he could get away with throwing a half carrot at his boss. The man was being the very definition of the word smug with that smile but unfortunately Nino now knew that he was weak to it.
“Every time I go drinking” Nino sulked and Ohno let out a laugh. It was a warm and happy sound, two words Nino had never thought of regarding his boss before, and Nino let his mouth form into a smile glad that they were moving in the right direction with their relationship.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
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Date: 2017-12-22 10:49 am (UTC)Thank u for writing :)
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Date: 2017-12-22 11:13 am (UTC)They're slowly getting to know each other, ne. (*เนยดโฐโฏ`เน)โก
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Date: 2017-12-22 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-22 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-22 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-22 01:25 pm (UTC)oh and they want to know more about each other also. hope it will continue like this but as u mentioned in last chapter that ohno seems smooth but there's still a lot to go.
waiting for next chapter.
thank you so much as always.
happy celebrating if you are celebrating xmas. hehe
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Date: 2017-12-22 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-22 05:10 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2017-12-23 06:27 am (UTC)