Revise. Revisit

[nilielh]

Title : Sly
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 : crossposted to AO3

 

“Ninomiya-san, hello,” the greeting stops Nino on her tracks, her eyes quickly finding the owner of the voice and nearly doubling over realizing he is already there, standing just a few steps away from her.

Aiba materializes next to her as if on cue, and Nino swears the tension that follows soon after is palpable, if not somewhat worrying. 

Ohno-san looks like he’s considering numerous things at the moment, as he stares up at Aiba in a way that sets Nino’s nerves on edge. She turns to her best friend and finds Aiba doing the same, and for some odd reason, the quiet exchange was making Nino giggle despite the awkward air hanging between them. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, Ninomiya-san?” Ohno-san follows, his voice sounding strained, forced. Nino can bet she’s not hallucinating it; it’s obvious Ohno-san saw something that warrants the way he looks at Nino like he’s contemplating taking her away, and somehow, the sight of him only makes Nino giggle harder.

She spies the way Ohno-san’s brow arches in answer. 

“I can do that myself,” it is Aiba who answers, barely throwing her a glance as he steps forward with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Then, his eyes narrow as if he remembers something. “Wait a minute, Nino-chan, is this him? The guy you were talking about?” Aiba asks, jerking his fingers towards Ohno-san.

The question prompts Ohno-san to set his gaze back at Nino. “Yes,” Nino counters, cringing mentally in horror. She’s already considering forcing her best friend back into the apartment building - propriety be damned - so she could tug Ohno-san away, ask him what in hell he’s doing here.

Unfortunately, that is easier said than done. Especially when the two men are busy sizing each other up, the other is genuinely curious, the other, pissed.

Nino sighs and takes two tentative steps forward so she’s standing between the two, throwing Aiba a pleading glance before she’s turning to Ohno-san.

“I know how this looks, Ohno-san, but I’m telling you, you’re wrong,” she says, softly, reaching out tentatively to thump Ohno-san’s chest with her fingertips, as she reaches out to Aiba with her other hand to squeeze her best friend’s arm. 

“Meet my best friend, Aiba Masaki. You know, the roommate I was telling you about?”

---

 

“I thought your roommate is a girl,” he muses, shaking his head. He still can’t get over the fact that he acted like a total jackass in front of Aiba-san earlier, who didn’t look particularly amused over the fact that Ninomiya-san opted on laughing at his face instead of correcting Ohno’s mistake.

God, the way he’d acted, the way he’d sauntered his way towards them as if he was ready for battle was embarrassing as it was stupid. 

“That’s your problem,” she quips, smirking at him. “You should have seen your face earlier. I thought you were going to punch my best friend in the face,”

He sighs. “Please don’t remind me,” he mourns, shaking his head. “I didn’t plan on getting on the wrong foot with your best friend, okay? I need his approval to date you, obviously,”

She giggles in answer to that. “What? What are you even saying?”

“I may not look like it, but I know how these things work, alright? Chicks before dicks and all that. I’m quite certain that his opinion matters in,” he pauses here to gesture between them, loving the way she keeps quiet as he continues. “Well, this...the two of us. I didn’t mean to screw it up,”

She says nothing and he takes that as his cue to continue.  

“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asks, uncertain and equal-parts embarrassed. 

She tilts her head back at him and smiles. “Your best friend will think I’m a jerk,” he admonishes, wincing quietly in shame. Well, he should be; Aiba-san didn’t seem all too pleased that Ninomiya-san had simply told her best friend/roommate they’ll do this again some other time, properly, maybe over dinner or something, but not now.

They’re running late and as much as Ninomiya-san wants them to stay a while and chat, they can’t.

Ohno can’t, for the life of him, understand why Ninomiya looks all kinds of amused as she sits next to her in the car, fiddling with the lapel of his suit as she stares him over.

The closeness is making him nervous, but not in a bad way. He can tell that after the events of the previous day, particularly the night before, she is certainly more at ease with him around; she’s smiling often and she looks like she’s enjoying teasing him the way she is doing now. 

Or so he hoped.

“Don’t worry about him,” she remarks, twisting her fingers on his tie now. “I’ll tell him you’ll make it up over dinner sometime, soon, when you’re free of course,”

He chuckles and reaches up to catch her hand, lifts it to his lips, kissing her fingertips lightly. 

“Tonight?”

“Maybe not,” she shakes her head, and he notes the way her eyes darken as she watches him stamp kisses after kisses over each of her fingertips, letting her feel the way his lips settle across each digit softly. 

“Why?”

“Because he’s working night shifts this week,” she whispers, “and because tonight, you’re still mine. Well, if you’re not so busy, that is,”

He chuckles and very deliberately sucks on one of her fingers, quickly, before he pulls it away, mindful of the way she has slowly sidled closer to him, almost sitting on top of his lap now. He settles his other, unoccupied hand to her nape, itching to put it on her hair but he’s worried he’ll mess up her hair. So he doesn’t, and instead, just holds her there as she looks at him.

“God, do you even have to ask?” he breathes, pulling her closer and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her lips.

She smiles and smooths a hand against his cheek in answer.

 

---

 

She doesn’t say it, she can’t, but everything about him is just too much for her heart to handle. Every moment with him feels like something she’s never experienced before, and she’s honestly loving every minute of it.

The entire car ride to work was - nice. She honestly didn’t think that when she woke up this morning, she would be doing things differently from the way she did things the day before. 

And it’s all because of Ohno-san.

She doesn’t mean to think much of it, but it’s just - it’s kind of surprising, to say the least. She knows herself enough to know her limits, her worth as a woman, as a person, her confidence in herself. It’s not to say that she thinks she is perfect - far from it really - but just that she knows that not everything about her is good enough to warrant the way Ohno-san looks at her as if he can’t be bothered to look at anyone else.

His attention is by far the best thing he’s given her, though that’s not something she would admit quite easily. It’s not his wealth nor his looks that would persuade her to stay if ever they’ll come to that point someday, but she won’t say she’ll overlook them either. It’s the way she makes her feel special, more so every time when they are together. 

And Nino likes it enough not to mind, enjoying it even, to be honest.

“Do you want to have lunch with me at my office later?” he asks her when they’re in the elevator together, and he’s looking at her as if he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Nino smiles and reaches over to fix his tie - she doesn’t have to, the tie is perfect like the man wearing it, but she does so as an excuse to touch.

Ohno-san doesn’t mind anyway. 

“I thought you might be busy,” she says, eyeing his lips, thinking of so many different things she can and want those perfect lips to do to her, if given the chance. “But are you sure?”

“I’ll ask Jun-kun to make the necessary arrangements if you agree,” he says, touching her jaw. 

“If the most he can free of your schedule is ten minutes, don’t bother,” she says.

“Twenty. Thirty might be pushing it, but I’ll try. He’ll call you to inform you what time you should come up, is that okay for you?”

She chuckles at the same time the elevator dings.

“Then, see you at lunch, Ohno-san,”

His smile is lethal as it is charming, and Nino knows she won’t ever be immune to it.

“Have a good day at work, Ninomiya-san.”