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Title: Paper Drawings and Paper Baseballs
Pairing: Ohmiya, slight Sakumoto
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language?
Summary: Two strangers meet at the train station and fall in love.
Notes: Beta was sniperwish. Inspired by the Disney short, ‘Paperman’. Please enjoy! I hope you like it <3
Ninomiya Kazunari never once believed in love at first sight. In all honesty, he thought the entire idea was a waste of time. In fact, he thought everything was a waste of time. His job, his life, everything seemed to be pointless. Or maybe, he thought, it was just because he had become one of God’s exceptions when it came to things. He wasn’t smart or talented in any way other than his guitar. He had never fallen in love, nor had he had any sort of admirers. He was a low-waged salaryman who really had no hope of any future. He knew that, and he had accepted that painful and lonely fact a long time ago.
That was why it caught him completely off guard when he met the small, handsome stranger at the train station. Nino had been late to work and was rushing to get to a train when he tripped and landed on top of him. Both men looked completely surprised as Nino quickly got up and helped the stranger.
Then his heart stopped. The man looked up at Nino with beautiful eyes that were so gentle and warm. It reminded Nino of the calmness of the sea. His hair was a lighter shade of brown than Nino’s, and his smile was too adorable and beautiful not to forget. And his voice made Nino lose any sort of train of thought.
“I’m so sorry!” the stranger said, brushing off his suit before helping Nino with his. “I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt?”
Nino could only shake his head.
“I’m glad,” the stranger said, smiling. “Please forgive me. I have to get to work. Today’s my first day. Wish me luck!”
Nino stood there silently and couldn’t help but watch the man leave, his eyes in awe and wonder as warmth suddenly began to fill him.
The rest of the day, Nino couldn’t get his mind off of that stranger. Even amidst all his work, his mind had time to wander. Who was he? What was he like? Nino shook his head. He already knew what he was like. Kind, gentle, calm…
“Sho-chan,” he heard at the desk next to him. He looked over just in time to see one of his coworkers, Matsumoto Jun, wrap his arms around their senior and his boyfriend, Sakurai Sho. “Are we still on for tonight?”
“Of course, baby,” Sho smiled, leaning his head back for a kiss.
Nino had to turn away. The entire romantic scene made him sad and lonely all over again. How he wished he could see that man again. He didn’t even get a name or a company name! How was he supposed to ever meet him again if he didn’t even know the basic information?
“You look lost.”
Nino looked over at the man sitting directly in front of him. His best friend and coworker, Aiba Masaki, smiled. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind. Perhaps a girl? Or even a guy? Did you meet guy?”
Nino was too shocked to say anything, but Aiba just laughed. “I knew it!” he said. “So, what’s he like? What’s his name?” When Nino said nothing, Aiba frowned. “You don’t even know his name? What kind of potential boyfriend are you?”
The only thing Aiba got out of Nino was an annoyed tsk and a paper ball to the head.
--
The next morning, Nino left work early on purpose, hoping for another glance of the man he had met the day before. He looked all around the station, all through the crowds, and saw no sign of him. Sighing, Nino put his hands in his pockets and started dragging his feet off to work. His heart sunk, ashamed that he had actually gotten his hopes up for nothing.
Then he saw it. A piece of paper taped to one of the concrete pillars with a cute drawing of a guy who looked an awful lot like himself. Nino walked up the paper and took it off the pillar to read it:
To the stranger who I met yesterday, I hope to see you again real soon. Next time, though, let’s not run each other over. – OS
OS. Nino read the paper over and over again, his smile becoming bigger and bigger at the thought that now he had a clue as to who he was looking for.
However, as the day went on, it just got worse. His boss was demanding as to why Nino wasn’t working as hard as he could and why he hadn’t gotten his entire three feet stack of papers completed yet. Nino lowered his head, insisting he would get it done on time before trying to get it done as fast as he could. He spent nearly three hours overtime trying to get everything done, all while keeping his picture drawn by the beautiful stranger close by. It made him feel better just knowing it was within reach.
--
The next day, Nino left a little earlier than he had before. He got coffee before heading to the train station, hoping he would catch his stranger. However, when he got there, there was already another note for him on the pillar.
To the stranger who I met two days ago, I was hoping I could catch you today, but work called me in early. I hope you’re not running late. Have a great day at work, and make sure to catch your train on time. Hopefully next time we can meet. – OS
The picture was accompanied by a well-drawn picture of a building and Nino in his black suit. Nino smiled, admiring the man’s work and knowing he must be a great artist to draw something from memory like he was. He didn’t deserve to be a salaryman. This man needed to have his own job as an artist.
At work, it was worse than it was the day before. Nino was given more work and more papers, and was even criticized for leaving work three hours late. Nino wanted to say something back to his boss, but he needed this job. It was the only one he could get, even if it was a miserable one. When the boss was done yelling at him, Jun and Sho frowned. “It gets better,” Sho told him. “Trust me. And if you need it, I can help with those papers.”
Nino only waved him off, wanting to be left alone. He looked at his stack of papers then back to his two drawings from the past two days. He wondered how OS was doing. Was he stuck in a boring salaryman job too? Was his boss getting mad at him for drawing on the job? Nino always got in trouble for not saying enough, so he could only imagine how much trouble one could be in for not actually doing your own work.
That night, he stayed four hours late just so that he could finish up all the work he had to do and get a head start on the next day. All the while, he kept his two pictures close by, every once in a while glancing up to smile and to give him a small distraction.
--
The third day, Nino was running late. After returning home from work, he had stayed up an extra two hours to strum his guitar, trying to think of a melody to see if one would come to him as he thought of his stranger. When he woke up two hours later, he barely had enough time to get dressed and get out the door to be just a few minutes late. He was hoping to run into the stranger again, but when he got to the train station, there was no note. No piece of paper, no lovely note saying ‘have a good day’. Nino looked all around the pillar, his hopes fading just as the faces of the busy crowd around him did. His heart sunk, realizing it really had been just a hope. A fantasy. Who believed in sappy love notes and drawings from perfect strangers anyway? That only happened in fairy tales.
When Nino got to work, his boss was already waiting for him. Another lecture about ‘time is money’ and ‘how is it that you sit at this desk and never get any work done?’ bestowed him. Nino held his head and his tongue, not trusting himself to talk back. When his boss was gone, Nino sat down and sighed before he absentmindedly looked outside of his window, begging for a something to look at.
That’s when he saw him.
Across the street in another office by the window sat his beautiful stranger. Nino bolted upright and nearly jumped out of the window. He wanted to scream and try to get the man’s attention, but he knew that if he did then it would get him fired for sure. He knocked on the window, waved his arms, tried waving his suit jacket, but all attempts failed. He slumped into his chair and let his head fall back as he thought about what to do. He looked over at the stack of papers in front of him and let a crazy and idiotic thought form into his head.
Taking the first piece of paper, Nino crumbled it into a ball and very carefully and quietly opened the window. “Nino?” Aiba asked. “What are you--?”
Nino motioned for the taller man to be quiet so as to not blow his cover. With the crumbled ball in his hands, Nino then threw the ball as hard as he could towards the other window. The wind picked it up, making it flow away. Cursing, Nino took another paper, crumbled it up, and threw it again, this time landing just above the window. The stranger must not have heard it because he didn’t look up. Nino took his third paper, crumbled it up, and this time he carefully aimed and threw as hard as he could. However, once he threw it, he was suddenly thrown back into his chair. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, NINOMIYA?!” his boss yelled. “Do you want to lose your job by throwing paper balls out the window?!”
Nino was speechless and unsure how to explain himself.
“Why the hell are you throwing paper balls for? Are you trying to hit a bird? Fuck, Ninomiya! You’re not in baseball anymore!”
Nino looked over outside the window, his eyes widening when he saw that his beautiful stranger was now staring at him from across the street. When their eyes met, the stranger smiled and waved slightly. He seemed just as surprised as Nino must have looked. Nino smiled back before something inside of him just broke.
Nino looked up at his boss, standing up before he put on his jacket. He grabbed a stack of papers and handed it back to his boss. Then, he grabbed his two drawings and pulled a premade letter of resignation out of his bag, one he had made three years ago if this day ever came. He handed the letter to his boss before quickly running outside the door, trying to get outside as fast as he could.
When Nino finally made it to the entrance of his building, he looked to see if his stranger had come outside to greet him. He waited five minutes, then it turned into ten. Thirty minutes passed by, and Nino was left wondering if he had actually just quit his job for nothing. Sighing, he stood up from the curb he was sitting on and began walking, his feet dragging as he did so. He shoved his hands into his jacket and felt his hand hit something. Nino pulled it out and realized it was the drawings from the stranger. He crumbled them into a ball and was about to throw them in the trash, discouraged and ashamed of himself, when something caught his eye.
On the back of the drawings was more text. Nino turned over the papers and saw that they were business forms. He looked up and saw pieces of paper in the trash that looked like they had been drawn on as well. Pictures that looked just like him, but with little mistakes that seemed big enough to throw them out. Just like Nino had, this stranger had also been thinking about him nonstop. Maybe he felt the same way. Maybe he had been looking for him too. Once he realized that, his feet moved on its own and soon he found himself bolting towards the train station. He had to find out. Just this once, he thought, let this actually be something.
It took thirty minutes to get to his destination by train. When he got there, the station was less packed than he had ever seen it. Nino quickly went over to the pillar, goosebumps crawling all over his body when he saw a piece of paper taped to it. He pulled it off and saw another drawing of him, but this time with the beautiful stranger next to him.
I saw everything from the window. You quit your job because you were trying to get my attention, right? I’m sorry I made you do that. I had hoped we could meet so that I could ask you something.
“Hello.”
Nino turned around, feeling his heart start to pump out of his chest as he saw the beautiful stranger standing right in front of him. Nino was too surprised to even utter a response.
“You quit because of me, right?” the man asked. He bowed. “I’m sorry. I never meant for that. But… I was hoping…”
Nino watched him, in awe and amazement as he tried to believe what was really happening.
“My name is Ohno Satoshi. Would you like to go out with me?”
Everything and everyone around them seemed to disappear. Nino stood there, staring into those gorgeous calm eyes like he had the first day. His soul felt whole. Complete. He felt so warm that he could hardly contain his happiness as he smiled at him.
“My name is Ninomiya Kazunari. I would love to go out with you.”
silverdoll14Title: Paper Drawings and Paper Baseballs
Pairing: Ohmiya, slight Sakumoto
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language?
Summary: Two strangers meet at the train station and fall in love.
Notes: Beta was sniperwish. Inspired by the Disney short, ‘Paperman’. Please enjoy! I hope you like it <3
Ninomiya Kazunari never once believed in love at first sight. In all honesty, he thought the entire idea was a waste of time. In fact, he thought everything was a waste of time. His job, his life, everything seemed to be pointless. Or maybe, he thought, it was just because he had become one of God’s exceptions when it came to things. He wasn’t smart or talented in any way other than his guitar. He had never fallen in love, nor had he had any sort of admirers. He was a low-waged salaryman who really had no hope of any future. He knew that, and he had accepted that painful and lonely fact a long time ago.
That was why it caught him completely off guard when he met the small, handsome stranger at the train station. Nino had been late to work and was rushing to get to a train when he tripped and landed on top of him. Both men looked completely surprised as Nino quickly got up and helped the stranger.
Then his heart stopped. The man looked up at Nino with beautiful eyes that were so gentle and warm. It reminded Nino of the calmness of the sea. His hair was a lighter shade of brown than Nino’s, and his smile was too adorable and beautiful not to forget. And his voice made Nino lose any sort of train of thought.
“I’m so sorry!” the stranger said, brushing off his suit before helping Nino with his. “I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt?”
Nino could only shake his head.
“I’m glad,” the stranger said, smiling. “Please forgive me. I have to get to work. Today’s my first day. Wish me luck!”
Nino stood there silently and couldn’t help but watch the man leave, his eyes in awe and wonder as warmth suddenly began to fill him.
The rest of the day, Nino couldn’t get his mind off of that stranger. Even amidst all his work, his mind had time to wander. Who was he? What was he like? Nino shook his head. He already knew what he was like. Kind, gentle, calm…
“Sho-chan,” he heard at the desk next to him. He looked over just in time to see one of his coworkers, Matsumoto Jun, wrap his arms around their senior and his boyfriend, Sakurai Sho. “Are we still on for tonight?”
“Of course, baby,” Sho smiled, leaning his head back for a kiss.
Nino had to turn away. The entire romantic scene made him sad and lonely all over again. How he wished he could see that man again. He didn’t even get a name or a company name! How was he supposed to ever meet him again if he didn’t even know the basic information?
“You look lost.”
Nino looked over at the man sitting directly in front of him. His best friend and coworker, Aiba Masaki, smiled. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind. Perhaps a girl? Or even a guy? Did you meet guy?”
Nino was too shocked to say anything, but Aiba just laughed. “I knew it!” he said. “So, what’s he like? What’s his name?” When Nino said nothing, Aiba frowned. “You don’t even know his name? What kind of potential boyfriend are you?”
The only thing Aiba got out of Nino was an annoyed tsk and a paper ball to the head.
--
The next morning, Nino left work early on purpose, hoping for another glance of the man he had met the day before. He looked all around the station, all through the crowds, and saw no sign of him. Sighing, Nino put his hands in his pockets and started dragging his feet off to work. His heart sunk, ashamed that he had actually gotten his hopes up for nothing.
Then he saw it. A piece of paper taped to one of the concrete pillars with a cute drawing of a guy who looked an awful lot like himself. Nino walked up the paper and took it off the pillar to read it:
To the stranger who I met yesterday, I hope to see you again real soon. Next time, though, let’s not run each other over. – OS
OS. Nino read the paper over and over again, his smile becoming bigger and bigger at the thought that now he had a clue as to who he was looking for.
However, as the day went on, it just got worse. His boss was demanding as to why Nino wasn’t working as hard as he could and why he hadn’t gotten his entire three feet stack of papers completed yet. Nino lowered his head, insisting he would get it done on time before trying to get it done as fast as he could. He spent nearly three hours overtime trying to get everything done, all while keeping his picture drawn by the beautiful stranger close by. It made him feel better just knowing it was within reach.
--
The next day, Nino left a little earlier than he had before. He got coffee before heading to the train station, hoping he would catch his stranger. However, when he got there, there was already another note for him on the pillar.
To the stranger who I met two days ago, I was hoping I could catch you today, but work called me in early. I hope you’re not running late. Have a great day at work, and make sure to catch your train on time. Hopefully next time we can meet. – OS
The picture was accompanied by a well-drawn picture of a building and Nino in his black suit. Nino smiled, admiring the man’s work and knowing he must be a great artist to draw something from memory like he was. He didn’t deserve to be a salaryman. This man needed to have his own job as an artist.
At work, it was worse than it was the day before. Nino was given more work and more papers, and was even criticized for leaving work three hours late. Nino wanted to say something back to his boss, but he needed this job. It was the only one he could get, even if it was a miserable one. When the boss was done yelling at him, Jun and Sho frowned. “It gets better,” Sho told him. “Trust me. And if you need it, I can help with those papers.”
Nino only waved him off, wanting to be left alone. He looked at his stack of papers then back to his two drawings from the past two days. He wondered how OS was doing. Was he stuck in a boring salaryman job too? Was his boss getting mad at him for drawing on the job? Nino always got in trouble for not saying enough, so he could only imagine how much trouble one could be in for not actually doing your own work.
That night, he stayed four hours late just so that he could finish up all the work he had to do and get a head start on the next day. All the while, he kept his two pictures close by, every once in a while glancing up to smile and to give him a small distraction.
--
The third day, Nino was running late. After returning home from work, he had stayed up an extra two hours to strum his guitar, trying to think of a melody to see if one would come to him as he thought of his stranger. When he woke up two hours later, he barely had enough time to get dressed and get out the door to be just a few minutes late. He was hoping to run into the stranger again, but when he got to the train station, there was no note. No piece of paper, no lovely note saying ‘have a good day’. Nino looked all around the pillar, his hopes fading just as the faces of the busy crowd around him did. His heart sunk, realizing it really had been just a hope. A fantasy. Who believed in sappy love notes and drawings from perfect strangers anyway? That only happened in fairy tales.
When Nino got to work, his boss was already waiting for him. Another lecture about ‘time is money’ and ‘how is it that you sit at this desk and never get any work done?’ bestowed him. Nino held his head and his tongue, not trusting himself to talk back. When his boss was gone, Nino sat down and sighed before he absentmindedly looked outside of his window, begging for a something to look at.
That’s when he saw him.
Across the street in another office by the window sat his beautiful stranger. Nino bolted upright and nearly jumped out of the window. He wanted to scream and try to get the man’s attention, but he knew that if he did then it would get him fired for sure. He knocked on the window, waved his arms, tried waving his suit jacket, but all attempts failed. He slumped into his chair and let his head fall back as he thought about what to do. He looked over at the stack of papers in front of him and let a crazy and idiotic thought form into his head.
Taking the first piece of paper, Nino crumbled it into a ball and very carefully and quietly opened the window. “Nino?” Aiba asked. “What are you--?”
Nino motioned for the taller man to be quiet so as to not blow his cover. With the crumbled ball in his hands, Nino then threw the ball as hard as he could towards the other window. The wind picked it up, making it flow away. Cursing, Nino took another paper, crumbled it up, and threw it again, this time landing just above the window. The stranger must not have heard it because he didn’t look up. Nino took his third paper, crumbled it up, and this time he carefully aimed and threw as hard as he could. However, once he threw it, he was suddenly thrown back into his chair. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, NINOMIYA?!” his boss yelled. “Do you want to lose your job by throwing paper balls out the window?!”
Nino was speechless and unsure how to explain himself.
“Why the hell are you throwing paper balls for? Are you trying to hit a bird? Fuck, Ninomiya! You’re not in baseball anymore!”
Nino looked over outside the window, his eyes widening when he saw that his beautiful stranger was now staring at him from across the street. When their eyes met, the stranger smiled and waved slightly. He seemed just as surprised as Nino must have looked. Nino smiled back before something inside of him just broke.
Nino looked up at his boss, standing up before he put on his jacket. He grabbed a stack of papers and handed it back to his boss. Then, he grabbed his two drawings and pulled a premade letter of resignation out of his bag, one he had made three years ago if this day ever came. He handed the letter to his boss before quickly running outside the door, trying to get outside as fast as he could.
When Nino finally made it to the entrance of his building, he looked to see if his stranger had come outside to greet him. He waited five minutes, then it turned into ten. Thirty minutes passed by, and Nino was left wondering if he had actually just quit his job for nothing. Sighing, he stood up from the curb he was sitting on and began walking, his feet dragging as he did so. He shoved his hands into his jacket and felt his hand hit something. Nino pulled it out and realized it was the drawings from the stranger. He crumbled them into a ball and was about to throw them in the trash, discouraged and ashamed of himself, when something caught his eye.
On the back of the drawings was more text. Nino turned over the papers and saw that they were business forms. He looked up and saw pieces of paper in the trash that looked like they had been drawn on as well. Pictures that looked just like him, but with little mistakes that seemed big enough to throw them out. Just like Nino had, this stranger had also been thinking about him nonstop. Maybe he felt the same way. Maybe he had been looking for him too. Once he realized that, his feet moved on its own and soon he found himself bolting towards the train station. He had to find out. Just this once, he thought, let this actually be something.
It took thirty minutes to get to his destination by train. When he got there, the station was less packed than he had ever seen it. Nino quickly went over to the pillar, goosebumps crawling all over his body when he saw a piece of paper taped to it. He pulled it off and saw another drawing of him, but this time with the beautiful stranger next to him.
I saw everything from the window. You quit your job because you were trying to get my attention, right? I’m sorry I made you do that. I had hoped we could meet so that I could ask you something.
“Hello.”
Nino turned around, feeling his heart start to pump out of his chest as he saw the beautiful stranger standing right in front of him. Nino was too surprised to even utter a response.
“You quit because of me, right?” the man asked. He bowed. “I’m sorry. I never meant for that. But… I was hoping…”
Nino watched him, in awe and amazement as he tried to believe what was really happening.
“My name is Ohno Satoshi. Would you like to go out with me?”
Everything and everyone around them seemed to disappear. Nino stood there, staring into those gorgeous calm eyes like he had the first day. His soul felt whole. Complete. He felt so warm that he could hardly contain his happiness as he smiled at him.
“My name is Ninomiya Kazunari. I would love to go out with you.”
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