Title: Arrhythmia (You make my heart flutter) (Part 6)
Pairing: Sakumoto(main), Ohmiya(side)
Rating: PG-13 (up to NC17, eventually.)
Summary:Sho (29) is a doctor clearing his postgrad training in a university hospital and doing his A&E term; Jun (23) is a final year design major. After a forced visit to the hospital, things happen. (Also, I suck at summaries. Go figure. LOL)
Notes:This chapter is in Nino's POV, and then changes to Sho after the '--' divider.
“Yes?” Ohno finally looked up from where he had been hunched over his still half-made sculpture, hands covered in wet clay. Nino, who had been seated next to him for the past two hours playing Final Fantasy on his PS Vita, pursed his lips and twitched his nose in annoyance. “It’s 5 pm.”
5pm meant it was nearly time for Nino to report to his part time job, but 5pm also meant that Nino had just spent the last two hours in Ohno’s presence and had earned zero kisses. To be fair, Ohno gets into his artsy mood about as quickly and deeply as Nino gets into his gaming mood, so Nino hardly minds most of the time…
But Nino was in a slightly clingy mood, and he wanted some affection from Ohno, even if it’s just a little kiss or a hug. Ohno tilted his head in confusion, then nodded in acknowledgement. “You have work soon. Alright. Have a good day at work.”
He then turned back to his sculpture, and Nino remained in his chair, pouting at Ohno unhappily as he lightly kicked a leg of Ohno’s stool. The artist paused, and turned around again, eyes bright with what Nino hoped was realization.
“Did you want something?”
Ohno looked at Nino, then at his hands. “My hands are covered in clay.”
“You don’t need your hands to kiss me.” Nino rebutted, eyebrows raised. “Or I could just leave. It's fine.” He sighed noisily, knowing that Ohno couldn't, wouldn't be able to resist even as Nino began to pack his PS into his messenger bag and stood up.
“Is something bothering you?”
“What do you mean?” Nino fiddled with the strap of his bag.
“You don’t ask for kisses or hugs unless something’s bothering you.” Ohno grabbed the wet towel that had been set aside on the table and quickly wiped his hands clean (or as clean as he could make it) and reached out to hug Nino, cupping his cheek and planting a soft kiss against Nino’s lips. This was the reason they had shifted their meetings to the gallery backroom - privacy, with little chance of anyone walking in unless it was Jun.
Nino tsked, but made no move away from Ohno. “You know, a year ago, you were the one to squirm away from my touches.”
“Because you would squeeze my butt in public. On campus!” Ohno complained. “What’s bothering you? Worried about Jun? You texted me the other day about him.”
Nino kept his lips pursed, simply squeezing Ohno a little more tighter, before letting go. He slipped a small envelope onto Ohno’s pants pocket. “Pass that to your doctor friend, for me, would you?”
Nodding, Nino pressed a kiss against the corner of Ohno’s lip. “I’ll head to work now. Text you tonight. Don’t forget to eat.”
He missed Ohno’s frown directed at his retreating back.
Ohno handed the envelope to Sho the following day at the art block’s cafeteria. “From Kazu.” Ohno explained to a puzzled Sho, to which the doctor just grew more confused.
“Uh…” Sho plucked the offered envelope from Ohno’s hand. “I’m actually here to meet Jun-san for the fitting, so why did Nino-san give it to you instead of Jun-san?” He opened the flap, and took out the small post-it that was stuck to the other side of the opened flap. On it, Nino’s familiar handwriting had written a small ‘>:D’, and Sho felt a prickle of nervousness.
He had barely known Nino and Jun for more than a month, and already, Sho suspected that he should be worried. Very worried.
He slid out the contents of the letter - it was only a printed photo, likely taken by Nino himself, but Sho found his eyes widening at the picture, blushing vigorously and quickly returning it back to the envelope before he made a fool of himself in public from the contents of the picture. Ohno widened his eyes at Sho’s almost violent response. “Is everything alright?”
Sho nodded hurriedly. “Nothing important.”
“Eh?” Ohno looked puzzled, but thankfully, the man rarely pushed, simply tilting his head to the side and nodding in confused acceptance. “So what brought you here today?”
Sho crossed his leg in public and forced the image of the picture out of his mind. Jun’s room-mate was the devil incarnate, Sho was certain. He cleared his throat. “Jun-san finished making the costume, so he asked me to come down to the studio for a fitting.”
“Ah, that was fast. Matsujun always outdoes himself.”
Frowning, Sho tapped the envelope against the desk. “Is that usual for him? To work that fast, that is? It’s only been what, just under a week?” Somehow he had an inkling that there was some late nights involved in the process.
“That’s Matsujun for you. He likes getting things done efficiently and well. He’s excellent at costume design and fabrication, actually. He’s even better at organizing light and visuals, plenty of ideas, but…” Ohno picked his nose, pursing his lips. “That sort of job is hard to get into just as is. It’s admirable that he is aiming for it, and that he is working for it, but honestly, for a fresh graduate, it’ll be hard for him, even with his internship.”
“I managed to secure an internship for him with Johnny’s.”
“Ehhhh?” Sho exclaimed. “You asked the old man?”
Ohno nervously scratched his hair. “What can I say, he still likes us, apparently.”
Sho laughed. “How nostalgic though. It’s been so long. Ahh… They’re going to scare him, with how crazy the schedules are. Will Jun-san be okay, really?”
Sho was responded with a shrug and grimace. “It’s his only in to enter the entertainment business. I think he’ll be able to take it, if he knows how to reject some of the assignments. He is only just there to intern.”
‘If he knows how to reject them.’ Sho added mentally, knowing that Ohno was thinking the same, especially with the look the art professor was shooting him. Clearing his throat, he decided to change the topic. “So, Mai got engaged last weekend.” He pouted. “My little sister. Engaged! So young.”
“Ehhhh! That’s great!”
“Leader! She’s 24!”
Sho peeked through the door of the studio, nervously looking around the large studio for any sign of the charming man he had an appointment with. There were only a small handful of students scattered in the costume studio, some huddled over sewing machines, and others handling bundles of bolts of fabric of various colours and forms.
One student in particular, was managing about five two-metre bolts of fabric, and seemed to be struggling to carry all of them safely to the table. The bolts seemed to teeter precariously, even with the student’s vain attempts to keep them together as a bundle. Sho decided to intervene, his doctor ‘senses’ getting the better of him and preferring to avoid injuries than treating them. Rushing into the room, he quickly caught two bolts of fabric just as they began to fall.
“Ahhh sorry for the trouble.” The student - a handsome, albeit eager looking man - apologized. “Thank you for your help.”
Sho grunted at the sudden weight. “Where do we put this?”
“Ahhhh sorry, just lean it against the worktable.”
Fortunately, the worktable was only just a few metres away, and the pair managed to lug the bolts and lean it against the table. Once the bolts were no longer threatening to fall on the floor, the man turned around and ducked his head at Sho.
“Sorry for the trouble. I’m Toma. Fourth year computer engineering student. Thank you for your help.” Toma introduced himself. The doctor raised his eyebrows. A computer engineering student in a costume design studio… “Ah no, I’m not here because my workspace is here. I’m here because I just had a meeting with a friend of mine on a collaboration project we’re working on, and I handle the programming for his lights and holograms”
Sho tried to not look eager as he asked, “Does your friend happen to be Matsumoto Jun?”
Toma blinked, and nodded quickly. “Yep. He’s at the back settling some nifty looking costume. He kicked me out because he had an appointment with some other hot guy, apparen-”
“Oi, Toma-kun. I can hear your voice from here. Get out of my studio before you disturb the others.” Jun’s familiar voice called out from a small room in the back of the studio, door almost unnoticeable. Toma grinned apologetically at Sho.
“Sorry. Just getting trying to get the promised fabric cut and then I’ll get out.”
Jun stepped out of the small room, arms crossed and face unimpressed, although he was smiling slightly. Sho found his breath catching slightly at the sight of Jun, looking impressive as alway, but amusingly with a fedora atop his head, with what it appeared to be a… needle? Stuck upon it as though Jun was the mad hatter himself. Upon catching sight of Sho, he raised a hand in greeting, eyes softening at the sight of the doctor, but Jun made no attempts in addressing Sho just yet. Looking around the room, Jun’s vision focused on another, younger student in the corner. “Kento-kun.”
Said younger student nearly jumped a foot in the air, to Sho’s amusement (and likely Jun’s, if the the snort wasn’t an indication), and quickly turned around, pins still held in his hand. “Yes, Matsumoto-senpai.” he stuttered, looking flustered but excited from being picked out of the rest of students.
“Ikuta-san requires a metre-by-half a metre piece of those five bolts of fabric. Please assist him before he or someone else gets hurt. I know we have a doctor in the room, but I rather keep injuries to a minimum.”
The instructed man - Sho was inclined to call him a boy, really, given how young he looked and how he was bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement - nodded eagerly. “Of course, Matsumoto-senpai.”
Jun turned around and gestured for Sho to come in. “This way, Sho-san. Thank you for coming today.”
Sho hurriedly followed, although found it interesting that there was no strange stares or curious glances his way, as though they were all afraid of Jun.
“And Kento-kun, please put those pins down before you stab someone with them.” Jun added offhandedly as he shut the door behind Sho, an echoing “Ah, right, thank you for the reminder, Matsumoto-senpai.” coming from outside the door. Sho couldn’t help but burst out laughing at what had just happened.
“What on earth just happened?”
Jun grinned widely, pushing his glasses up. “Ah, I have an agreement with Toma-kun. He helps me with the lights and visuals for my plans, and in return I provide him with fabric for his experiments on signal conductance, or something of that sort.”
“And that Kento-kun?” Sho was itching to add a comment about him being an over-excited puppy, but stopped himself before he could sound rude.
Jun said it for him anyway. “Nakajima Kento is an overeager puppy of a kouhai, with an interesting case of senior-worship. Don’t ask me what I did to earn it. I don’t know either.” Sho refrained from making his own comment that it seemed that everyone else in the studio was afraid of Jun, instead, smiling to himself and looking around the small room, that seemed more like an office, shelves filled with fabric pieces and trimmings, as well as drawing materials. It wasn’t a large room, only around the size of a small 4.5-mat* room. Very cozy for 2 people to be in, but the room was so well organized and neat, it did not feel claustrophobic at all. A small window invited natural lighting into the room, illuminating a desk that only held a sewing machine, and a neat set of stationery and pins. There were multiple mannequins along the back of the room, dressed with varying styles of costumes, ranging from something kimono-esque, an elaborate, lacy dress, and a red military-style uniform-costume that Sho quite liked.
Over the last two days, Jun had only asked Sho the most random of questions through text, ranging from his favourite music (rap) to what he did in his free time (research good places to eat). As a result, Sho had no clue what Jun had designed for him.
“This is where I work. Perks of being a senior - I get the private workspace.” Jun explained. “Sometimes I prefer using the larger bigger worktables outside, but I don’t like having distractions when I’m working on a piece.”
“It’s very organized.” Sho suddenly recalled Nino commenting on Jun’s peculiarness for the cleanliness of his work area, and suddenly understood what the photography major meant… and he was going to keep his hands to himself, this afternoon.
“I like it organized. So, shall we start?” Jun wheeled the red military style costume in front of Sho, and Sho did a little internal cheer - he hadn’t disclose more details about his pre-university days to Jun, or to most people, actually, but Sho quite missed the days where Ohno, Aiba and him did their short ‘idol’ stint, with the costumes and all. It was nostalgic to say the least. “Wear the shirt and pants first, then we’ll move on to the blazer. I’ll look away.”
Sho waved Jun away. “It’s fine. I’m not shy.”
Jun scoffed. “Of course not, with a body like that…” Jun muttered under his breath. Sho had to bite his lip, blushing at the compliment. The costume was surprisingly comfortable to wear, the collared shirt under it a thin linen that was a shade away from being translucent, but breathable, and pants free enough to dance in.
The pants ended a little farther than it should, but surprising, everything else was alright. Jun seemed very satisfied with himself, removing the needle from his fedora and deftly inserting a yellow thread through it. “I’ll try not to poke you.” Jun teased as he sat down on the ground, pinching the hem of the pants and roughly fixing the length.
Sho couldn’t help but be reminded at the envelope that was tucked into his jeans pocket - especially when Jun was holding a needle. It was a bad idea to think of it so clearly, given that that demon that was Nino must have been certain what a picture of a wide-eyed, bespectacled Jun with a finger stuck in his mouth, would do to Sho.
He was as bad as Aiba. No, even worse, given that he had a camera and wasn’t afraid to tempt Sho to do something like jump Jun.
“How’s your finger?” Sho blurted out.
“What?” Jun blinked, looking up at Sho from his kneeling position. Sho shifted his gaze upwards to the opposite wall, biting his tongue.
“Uh, just talking to myself.” Sho internally cursed. ‘Distractions. Think of distractions…’ “Say, Sea Day* is coming up soon, isn’t it?”
Jun hummed. “In two weeks? Or less.” He had moved on to the second pantleg.
“Well, if I could drag Nino out from the apartment long enough to get some Vitamin D, I’d like to go to the beach. Not Enoshima, though. That place is so crowded. Maybe Oarai.”
“You know, I think Leader was thinking of going fishing on that day. Maybe you should come with, and drag Nino-san with you. He’ll come if there’s Ohno-san, right?”
Jun paused, tilting his head in thought. “That would be nice. I’ve never been out at sea before. If Ohno-sensei bribes him, probably.”
“I’ll ask. Aiba-chan will probably come as well.” ‘And there would be shellfish. And snowcones. And ice cream…’ Sho thought gleefully. “It’ll be a nice break, don’t you think so?”
“I guess so. It’ll be when this assignment is over, so as long as I get the ocean, I don’t mind going.” Jun responded distractedly as he tied a quick knot and cut off the remaining thread., then looked up with alarmed eyes once. “Aiba-san? He’s not going to bring any strange animals, is he?”
Sho laughed at his response. “He didn’t bring any weird animals to your first session, did he? He rarely does that.”
Jun shook his head. “He didn’t, no, he brought puppies, but… he asked me if I liked kangaroos and I’m kind of paranoid now.”
Sho whistled. Kangaroos. Aiba usually eased his patients with smaller, furry creatures unless he felt they were… ‘special’, to say the least. On the other hand, Sho felt relieved that Jun was still talking to Aiba. “I can make sure he doesn’t bring anything funny, but I’m certain he won’t. He likes his animals, yes, but you don’t have to worry about it, really.”
Jun breathed out a sigh of relief. “That’s a relief.”
“Aiba-chan is very kind. He was my roommate through medical school, actually.” Sho commented mildly, wearing the blazer when Jun offered it to him, and slung the sequined black tie around his neck. Jun reached forward and undid the first two buttons of the shirt, stepping back to observe the completed look. In Sho’s opinion, everything fitted perfectly - he was very impressed and pleased with how he looked, actually, but Jun did not seem satisfied, reaching over and fiddling with the sleeve of the jacket. From the close distance, Sho could easily see developing dark circles under Jun’s eyes, hidden by his glasses.
Frowning, Sho reached out with his free hand and touched the shadows. Jun froze, but made no move to stop Sho nor move away from him, much to Sho’s pleasure. “You haven’t been sleeping enough, have you?”
“It’s the curse that we call, university. And deadlines.” Jun grabbed his wrist. “Let me just make adjustments to this sleeve and I think we’ll be good.”
Sho let himself be manhandled slightly, standing still so that Jun could finish up more quickly. At the end however, Sho caught Jun staring thoughtfully at his hands, and cleared his throat. “Is everything okay?”
Jun stared blankly at the hand, then up at Sho, eyes bright with ideas. “A glove. Red. Would look good, don’t you think?” Jun dropped Sho’s hand and reached for his measuring tape on the table and wrapping it around the second knuckle of Sho’s left thumb.
Jun simply noted the lengths on his palm with a marker, smiling to himself, and proceeding to take measurements for the remaining fingers, and then his wrist. “Your fingers are pretty. Do you play any instrument?”
Sho flushed at the compliment - now that, he didn’t hear that often. “Just the piano, I’m not that good, though. Don’t have a lot of time to practice when I have work.”
“That’s a shame. Nino plays the piano too, but his fingers aren’t as beautiful as yours. His hands are far more smaller. They’re cute, but yours are gorgeous.”
“Your hands are beautiful too. Do you play any instruments, then?”
Jun looked up, eyebrows raised. Behind the glasses, Sho found himself easily drowning in how warm Jun’s eyes was, despite his usually serious demeanour. “Only if you could the sewing machine, or my art tools, as an instrument. I’m not that talented, I’d say.”
“They count!” Sho protested. “I’ve seen that sketch of yours from the hospital, and you promised to let me see some of your sketches, didn’t you?” Jun tsked when Sho shifted slightly, causing the tape to slip slightly.
“Let me get an outline of your hand, and then I’ll let you see them, alright? They’re all on the shelf over there,” he gestured to the shelf that was occupied by folios and books with his head distractedly. “You can look them over while I tailor the sleeves and pants. I’ll finish the gloves on Sunday, before the photoshoot. You’re free then, aren’t you?”
Sho nodded eagerly. “Finally, I get to see them.” He bounced cheerfully, and Jun hissed.
“Stay still. You’re not a five year old.”
“Sorry sorry.” Sho grinned, eyeing at that shelf. “I’m just eager. I can’t draw to save my life, you know. So your hands are really amazing, to be able to draw that well and make these costumes.”
Jun rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Well, they’re all I have, I suppose.”
*In Japan, room sizes are calculated via number of tatami-mats, or -jo. 4 mats would be around 6-7 square metres of room space, so you can imagine a room that’s around 2 by 3 metres.
*Sea Day is a public holiday in Japan, held on the 17th of July.