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So. I'm pretty sure I lost Aret's entire fic, plus all my notes that were in the same document.

Pretty upset about this. (Understatement.)

Gonna rewrite it; but it might take me ages and it's definitely not going to be the same as the original version. The thought of starting over from the beginning is extremely daunting to me, so I wrote a short ficlet to try to ease myself into the idea of it. Just thought I'd post it here, why not.

Has nothing to do with the original story, except the themes are similar. IDK IDK just let me get my frustration off my chest okay, it's like releasing pressure from a pop bottle or something, if I don't get something out I might explode, crappy as this may be.

ALSO, REMEMBER MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION TO "WRITE MORE THINGS"? OH YEAH ME TOO, KINDA


"People make mistakes like this all the time," Nino reasons, biting at his fingernail.

"They do, but we shouldn't. Shouldn't have, I mean," Sho says, and lightly knocks Nino's hand away from his mouth. "Stop that. Jun will nag."

"He'll nag anyway," Nino says despondently, but lays his hand back down on the rumpled covers. His fingers curl spastically; the cloth bunches up, loosens, bunches, loosens. He's as fidgety as Aiba; it's not what Sho wants to see right now.

Sho covers Nino's hand with his own and adds pressure when Nino flinches, just slightly. Underneath the thin, onion-paper layer of Nino's skin, is red blood, vitality, are the lingering traces of elevated body temperature and endorphins, is the biology that composes Nino, with which Sho's essence is now inexplicably intertwined. Cells of Sho, in Nino's body. It's still crazy to him. This whole thing is a fucking unbelievable catastrophe, but that doesn't make this -- this, here, sitting side by side with Nino, sweat cooling of their bare chests and shoulders just barely brushing -- any less of a miracle.

"You could--" Nino starts, then stops, because he notices Sho's eyes trained on their touching wrists as if Sho can count out and measure Nino's pulse from contact alone. Read Nino's heartbeat like a declaration. And Sho would. If he could, he thinks he would.

"Do you need more proof?" Nino asks quietly, just a bit sharply, and lifts up the blankets covering him. Pushes his left hand down low, in between his legs. Comes up with a few drops of white fluid coating his fingertips, and smears it across Sho's bottom lip unapologetically.

Sho reaches out his tongue to lick, never breaking from Nino's gaze.

He'd never liked the taste of come.

"This is not going to be a very well-kept secret," he tells him, and tries to remember the last time he saw Ohno Satoshi truly upset.

Nino shrugs. "We aren't a very well-kept pair of people."

And he slides a little deeper into Sho's bed.
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