[band au, subaru/nino] cover
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songbirdspeaksTitle: cover
Fandom: Johnny’s and Associates
Pairing: Shibutani Subaru/Ninomiya Kazunari
Rating: PG
Prompt: 019, Maybe
Word count: ~650
Warnings: AU
Summary: Nino doesn't like to turn on the space heater. Subaru shivers.
Notes: Part of a much bigger 'verse (and yes it's just called "band AU" lmao). Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts
They don't sleep together in Nino's bed, usually; Subaru has to be up and out the door before sunrise most days and he hates to wake Nino up, even if he is helping to pay the bills these days. So he sleeps on the couch, thanking every stupid decision he'd ever made that he'd come to Yokohama. It's warmer than Osaka. When a cold front settles in he doesn't think much of it, just pulls on the extra blanket his mom had sent him when he'd finally, finally called her, and whines that Nino's a miser when Nino hides the rickety space heater in the back of the closet.
"I'm saving kerosene," Nino says, and Subaru rolls his eyes but goes with it.
Then the cold front settles, dry and weary over everything, and Subaru sighs, looking amongst his things for his extra sweatshirt.
He's asleep on the couch, all of his limbs pulled up tight and the blankets bunched up over his shoulders, when there's a sudden whip of cold across his body. He wakes, chilled and confused, and manages a "wha?".
"Shut up," Nino says, tugging on his sleeve and pushing him into Nino's little bed.
It is much warmer, Subaru figures, and they sleep like that for the rest of the winter, curled up like cats and nervous under the skin like mice. It's easier that way.
He sleeps on the couch for the spring, at least until Nino starts wearing his pants and showing up at his shows and making Subaru want to kiss him. Kiss him he does, and slowly kisses (re)turn to fingers stealing under shirts and lips on collarbones with the windows shut up tight to swallow Nino's words. It makes it a little warm in the sunrise, when morning creeps in and slides into the covers with them, but it's worth it.
The seasons change, and with summer comes the annual film festival, and Nino's so focused he hardly sleeps, fingers shaking with nervousness and consideration and plans. He's on the other side of Japan; Subaru's cold and a little alone but so, so busy back in Osaka, with work and living alone for the first time in five years and singing with the band. Nino calls him, breathless and tight anticipation cradled in Subaru's ear, at all hours of the night, and he takes to carrying the conversation to night shifts at the video shop. The film goes up and Subaru's singing on the screen and Nino's won an award, and Subaru aches to be back in that bed, even if it is narrow and rickety and it's too hot out to cuddle.
Subaru comes home when the seasons turn again, the band on hiatus with the giant looming fog of what is a job and what is a calling covering everything and poisoning it even though Subaru never meant it to. Nino pulls two plates out for dinner, and Subaru drops his duffle bag at the foot of Nino's bed. It's a quiet homecoming, ending in Super Mario Galaxy Legends 2 and kissing on the couch, but it's theirs.
"I think I love you," Subaru says quietly, suddenly.
"You don't need to sweet-talk me just to get into the bed, Shibutani," Nino says, holding the blanket up.
"No, Nino, I mean it," Subaru says, more confident now.
"And so am I! Get in here, it's freaking cold and I'm not turning on the heater for another two weeks."
He laughs. "Not even if it snows?"
"Snow, shmow, we've got blankets and body heat."
Subaru's laugh is hidden in the back of Nino's shoulder, fingers light on the back of Nino's hand.
"Subaru," says Nino, eventually, on the edge of the abyss of sleep.
"Mmmm?"
"I think… I could love you too." It seems important to spell it out.
Subaru's fingers close around his wrist, a light squeeze over his pulse, and they sleep.\
Fandom: Johnny’s and Associates
Pairing: Shibutani Subaru/Ninomiya Kazunari
Rating: PG
Prompt: 019, Maybe
Word count: ~650
Warnings: AU
Summary: Nino doesn't like to turn on the space heater. Subaru shivers.
Notes: Part of a much bigger 'verse (and yes it's just called "band AU" lmao). Written for
je_promptsThey don't sleep together in Nino's bed, usually; Subaru has to be up and out the door before sunrise most days and he hates to wake Nino up, even if he is helping to pay the bills these days. So he sleeps on the couch, thanking every stupid decision he'd ever made that he'd come to Yokohama. It's warmer than Osaka. When a cold front settles in he doesn't think much of it, just pulls on the extra blanket his mom had sent him when he'd finally, finally called her, and whines that Nino's a miser when Nino hides the rickety space heater in the back of the closet.
"I'm saving kerosene," Nino says, and Subaru rolls his eyes but goes with it.
Then the cold front settles, dry and weary over everything, and Subaru sighs, looking amongst his things for his extra sweatshirt.
He's asleep on the couch, all of his limbs pulled up tight and the blankets bunched up over his shoulders, when there's a sudden whip of cold across his body. He wakes, chilled and confused, and manages a "wha?".
"Shut up," Nino says, tugging on his sleeve and pushing him into Nino's little bed.
It is much warmer, Subaru figures, and they sleep like that for the rest of the winter, curled up like cats and nervous under the skin like mice. It's easier that way.
He sleeps on the couch for the spring, at least until Nino starts wearing his pants and showing up at his shows and making Subaru want to kiss him. Kiss him he does, and slowly kisses (re)turn to fingers stealing under shirts and lips on collarbones with the windows shut up tight to swallow Nino's words. It makes it a little warm in the sunrise, when morning creeps in and slides into the covers with them, but it's worth it.
The seasons change, and with summer comes the annual film festival, and Nino's so focused he hardly sleeps, fingers shaking with nervousness and consideration and plans. He's on the other side of Japan; Subaru's cold and a little alone but so, so busy back in Osaka, with work and living alone for the first time in five years and singing with the band. Nino calls him, breathless and tight anticipation cradled in Subaru's ear, at all hours of the night, and he takes to carrying the conversation to night shifts at the video shop. The film goes up and Subaru's singing on the screen and Nino's won an award, and Subaru aches to be back in that bed, even if it is narrow and rickety and it's too hot out to cuddle.
Subaru comes home when the seasons turn again, the band on hiatus with the giant looming fog of what is a job and what is a calling covering everything and poisoning it even though Subaru never meant it to. Nino pulls two plates out for dinner, and Subaru drops his duffle bag at the foot of Nino's bed. It's a quiet homecoming, ending in Super Mario Galaxy Legends 2 and kissing on the couch, but it's theirs.
"I think I love you," Subaru says quietly, suddenly.
"You don't need to sweet-talk me just to get into the bed, Shibutani," Nino says, holding the blanket up.
"No, Nino, I mean it," Subaru says, more confident now.
"And so am I! Get in here, it's freaking cold and I'm not turning on the heater for another two weeks."
He laughs. "Not even if it snows?"
"Snow, shmow, we've got blankets and body heat."
Subaru's laugh is hidden in the back of Nino's shoulder, fingers light on the back of Nino's hand.
"Subaru," says Nino, eventually, on the edge of the abyss of sleep.
"Mmmm?"
"I think… I could love you too." It seems important to spell it out.
Subaru's fingers close around his wrist, a light squeeze over his pulse, and they sleep.\
