Revise. Revisit

[nilielh]

Title : Revise. Revisit
Pairing : Ohno/Girl!Nino
Rating : R
Summary : Crossfire AU. She is the flame that ignites the fire within him; his girl, his angel, his everything.
Note : Will repost in AO3 soon

 

 

1 - First Glance

 

Nino didn't pick that place on purpose, not really.

She is supposed to meet Aiba for lunch today – it’s a celebration of some sort for Aiba, who’d landed a contract as a model for three huge clothing brands after only months of working as a freelance model – but that’s also why he couldn’t make it here to meet Nino. Nino sighs and picks through her food – she’s hungry but now, she honestly doesn’t feel like eating anymore.

It’s not like her to be sad for no reason, but she knows herself enough to know that she is, in fact, feeling a little sad. She misses her best friend so much – she can’t honestly remember the last time they sat down together to just hang out or talk – and Aiba not turning up in the end to have lunch with her also doesn’t help.

She heaves another sigh and decides to just get some ice cream to improve her mood. After all, indulging herself with said sugary treat usually works wonder, and she wishes it’s also the case this time around.

She grabs her purse on the table next to her barely-touched lunch and stands, and then wheels around to the direction of the door when she accidentally bumps into someone before she even made it far from her table. Shrieking, she stumbles back, losing her balance in the process, at least until a pair of hands catch her around the waist to pull her back before she falls and accidentally brains herself against the table.

“I got you,” the man says before she ends up embarrassing them both, holding on to the man’s arms to steady herself.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” the man follows, sounding genuinely worried; Nino starts to shake her head to tell the man she’s okay, raises her head to meet the man’s gaze straight on just as she takes her hands back, and immediately finds herself pausing to assess the man standing before her.

Her gaze rakes the man’s face before she could even stop herself, the man obviously doing the same as he stands there with his arms still around Nino’s waist, as if he hasn’t noticed it. Nino feels like an expensive merchandise on display, but the appreciative gaze she is getting from the man is enough to make the uneasy feeling go away.

In fact, where she’d expected to feel disgusted at the almost possessive way the man is holding her, there’s none of it. But maybe that’s due to the fact that she likes what she sees – the stranger is nice to look at, after all, with his baby-face and sleepy eyes but lips that’s built for sin - likes the feel of the stranger’s proximity as they stare each other over.

Nino feels a little out of her depth, but it’s not to say that the little flutter of excitement settling across the pit of her stomach is one she could just easily ignore.

“Miss? Are you okay?” the mean repeats, and this time, Nino does feel the additional pressure on her hips, the way the stranger is subtly squeezing her waist as if he couldn’t exactly help it. Nino forces herself to smile, hoping it doesn’t look as dazed as she feels and tilts her head a little in answer.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” she at least manages to croak out before she could talk herself out of it, bringing her hands down to gently peel the man’s own from her hips. When the man’s hands are gone, Nino wonders why she suddenly feels cold. “Sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention –“

“But you’re not hurt?” the man asks again, the concern on his voice effectively cutting her off. Nino gives a little bow and steps back.

“No. I’m fine, really.”

“Did you just finish your lunch or –“ the man asks then pauses to gesture at the plate Nino left on the table.

“Yeah,” she says, giving an awkward smile.

“Are you sure? But you barely even touched it,” the man says, pointing.

Nino smiles despite herself, wondering if the man is simply prolonging the conversation just to make her stay. She mentally shakes her head at that.

“Well, I don’t really feel like finishing it,” she explains, “Um, I should go. My lunch break’s almost over, anyway. Again, I’m sorry for earlier. I’ll be careful next time –“

“How about dessert?”

“Eh?”

“I’m Ohno. Ohno Satoshi. I was asking you if maybe you like some dessert instead?”

“S-Sorry?”

The man, Ohno, gives her a reluctant smile. It makes him look so much younger than he obviously is, and Nino mentally bites her lips at the sight. “Well, I just thought – I mean, won’t you get hungry later? You didn’t really eat anything.”

She finds herself grinning here, finally unable to keep herself from doing so anymore. It’s kind of cute, and maybe a little embarrassing, but she likes the attention enough not to mind it.

“Are you trying to tell me something here, Sir?” she says, dimpling at him. He looks harmless, anyway, despite the fact that he’s oozing with sex appeal despite the sleepy demeanor, the way he’s standing there before Nino, smiling though with something like unspoken urgency behind his eyes. He looks a little out of place even, but in a way that tells her he’s no ordinary person.

He gives her a smile then, his eyes casting downwards as if he’s trying to keep himself from looking at her.

“Well, this is going to sound kind of weird but – I just. I need to look at you for a bit longer.” He says.

The woman in her is rejoicing in answer. “Really?”

He gestures for them to sit. “But you don’t even know me,” she grins, not taking his offer and crossing her arms over her chest instead.

“That’s going to change if you sit down with me to talk?”

“You’re fast,” she says, “but as I said, my lunch break’s over. I have to get to work.” She says, just as she watches him fumble for something out of his trouser’s pocket. It turns out he’s fumbling for his wallet, because afterwards he is handing over a card and giving her look that speaks more than what his mouth is saying the second after.

Nino hesitates only for a moment before she takes the card, at the same time another person appears and stands next to the man to whisper something. The man, Ohno, simply inclines his head in answer, his attention still on Nino.

“Will you call me later after work, then?”

“You don’t even know my name yet.” She mumbles, pleased.

“I intend to remedy that soon, if you’ll agree to meet with me after this. Please?”

She dimples at him and gives him a little wave as she makes her exit.

“I’ll think about it.”