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duckyshimetaiSo I wrote this and I'm not sure whether (or even how) to continue... it started off innocently enough as one of my hopes - to write a (Junba) story based on Aiba's solo Janakute (and i do picture it starting in a bar idk) - but then it spiralled out of control. Posting to see if anyone has thoughts on it ^^
The alcohol burned a path down Aiba’s throat, its movement mirrored by the tears on his face. Spending an entire night slumped on the bar counter and getting intoxicated wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but then again neither was spending yet another birthday alone.
“Aiba-chan, you shouldn’t drink any more,” Ohno said gently. The short bartender tried to remove Aiba’s glass to wash it, but he was stopped by Aiba’s hand grabbing his forearm.
“One…more,” Aiba slurred.
“No, Aiba-chan. You’ll get a hangover and you hate that.”
Ohno peeled Aiba’s fingers off of his forearm and got the glass into the sink. By the time he put it on the rack to dry, Aiba was quietly sobbing into the crook of his arm.
“There now, it can’t be that bad…” Ohno soothed. “Let’s call Nino and get you home, okay?”
“No… I’m just… I’m so touched… that you’re always… taking care of me.” Aiba managed, dissolving into a fresh wave of emotion. Ohno’s only response was to pat the man’s shoulder repeatedly while texting Aiba’s roommate, Nino, to come get him home safely.
Nino arrived twenty minutes after the bar closed for the night, finding the two of them huddled on the kerb and Aiba seemingly asleep on Ohno's shoulder.
“God, you are incorrigible,” Nino muttered, supporting the semi-unconscious Aiba under one arm while Ohno took the other. Together, they bundled Aiba into Nino’s car.
After thanking Ohno and reminding him that any bill was to be covered by Aiba, Nino started on the way home. At a red light, he turned his head to see Aiba curled up on the passenger seat with an angelic smile on his sleeping face, and sighed.
“What am I going to do with you, Aiba-shi?”
~~~~~
Aiba woke up in his bed with no memory of the previous night, other than a dull throbbing in his head and a parched mouth. He could hear the sounds of someone bustling about in the kitchen, and the smell of pancakes tickled his nostrils.
“Nino?” He called out loud as he walked over to the kitchen door. Something was up. He knew Nino never cooked if he could help it, and the fact that it was breakfast was especially suspicious. “Nino, what’s going -?”
He was stopped in his tracks by the sight of an unfamiliar man sitting at their table, staring at a cup of coffee, while Ohno stood at the stove in a ruffled pink apron.
“Oh, Aiba-chan, you’re up.” Ohno nonchalantly flipped a pancake. It went dangerously near the ceiling, but Ohno caught it neatly on the way back down.
“Why are you here? Where’s Nino?”
“Signing for the delivery.” Nino stepped in from the main door. “Merry Christmas, Aiba-shi.” He gestured to the man at their table.
Aiba was completely baffled. “What?”
“He’s one of the newest robots they make at Sho’s company, and he’s here for a test run.”
“Test…run?” Aiba didn’t know if there was something wrong with his hearing. Or maybe he hadn’t actually woken up at all and was still in his bed, dreaming a bizarre dream. He poured himself a glass of water and drank it in three large gulps.
“They’re testing out this concept of ‘robot friends’, robots who can make friends with people who live alone and monitor them, especially for those at risk of depression, or the elderly who might trip and fall at any time.”
Aiba was sure he didn’t belong to one of those groups of people, and he definitely didn’t live alone. However,Nino dropped his second bombshell for the day.
“Aiba-shi, I’m moving out soon. Sho has asked me to move in with him.”
Aiba’s head whirled in confusion. Everything was moving too fast, and he caught hold of the back of a chair for support.
“When?” he croaked.
“Most of my stuff was moved out while you were sleeping. I’m leaving in an hour.” Nino’s tone indicated that it was final.
~~~~~
The apartment seemed too quiet without Nino’s presence - he and Ohno had left earlier, after setting up the robot and making sure Aiba had a good breakfast. After a teary farewell (“Call me often!” Aiba had insisted, wringing Nino’s hands), the main door had shut with a final click.
Aiba sat with his head in his hands, the robot perched on the sofa beside him. “It’s all too much to take in so early in the morning,” he moaned.
“I can sympathise. I am not at my best in the morning, either.” A voice sounded from Aiba’s left, and he nearly fell off the sofa in shock. A hand gripped him before he fell, and placed him safely back.
“Oh! Oh, right, Nino said you’re here to make friends… My name is Aiba Masaki. What should I call you?”
“Hello, Aiba-san. My name is Matsumoto Jun, but you can call me Jun.”
“Jun-kun.” Aiba tried out. It had a nice ring to it.
“Yes, how may I help you?”
“It’s Christmas morning, and my best friend just left me a robot and disappeared to live with his boyfriend. I don’t think there’s much you can do to help…” Aiba said resignedly.
Jun stiffly placed a hand on Aiba’s shoulder, and raised an eyebrow when Aiba flinched away involuntarily. “I am surprised. In my database, putting a hand on your shoulder is a sign of friendship and is meant to provide comfort.”
Strangely, it did help. Aiba giggled without meaning to. “You can feel surprised?”
“I am programmed with emotions to help understand the feelings and processes of humans.” Jun stated simply.
“Ah, I see.”
The alcohol burned a path down Aiba’s throat, its movement mirrored by the tears on his face. Spending an entire night slumped on the bar counter and getting intoxicated wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but then again neither was spending yet another birthday alone.
“Aiba-chan, you shouldn’t drink any more,” Ohno said gently. The short bartender tried to remove Aiba’s glass to wash it, but he was stopped by Aiba’s hand grabbing his forearm.
“One…more,” Aiba slurred.
“No, Aiba-chan. You’ll get a hangover and you hate that.”
Ohno peeled Aiba’s fingers off of his forearm and got the glass into the sink. By the time he put it on the rack to dry, Aiba was quietly sobbing into the crook of his arm.
“There now, it can’t be that bad…” Ohno soothed. “Let’s call Nino and get you home, okay?”
“No… I’m just… I’m so touched… that you’re always… taking care of me.” Aiba managed, dissolving into a fresh wave of emotion. Ohno’s only response was to pat the man’s shoulder repeatedly while texting Aiba’s roommate, Nino, to come get him home safely.
Nino arrived twenty minutes after the bar closed for the night, finding the two of them huddled on the kerb and Aiba seemingly asleep on Ohno's shoulder.
“God, you are incorrigible,” Nino muttered, supporting the semi-unconscious Aiba under one arm while Ohno took the other. Together, they bundled Aiba into Nino’s car.
After thanking Ohno and reminding him that any bill was to be covered by Aiba, Nino started on the way home. At a red light, he turned his head to see Aiba curled up on the passenger seat with an angelic smile on his sleeping face, and sighed.
“What am I going to do with you, Aiba-shi?”
~~~~~
Aiba woke up in his bed with no memory of the previous night, other than a dull throbbing in his head and a parched mouth. He could hear the sounds of someone bustling about in the kitchen, and the smell of pancakes tickled his nostrils.
“Nino?” He called out loud as he walked over to the kitchen door. Something was up. He knew Nino never cooked if he could help it, and the fact that it was breakfast was especially suspicious. “Nino, what’s going -?”
He was stopped in his tracks by the sight of an unfamiliar man sitting at their table, staring at a cup of coffee, while Ohno stood at the stove in a ruffled pink apron.
“Oh, Aiba-chan, you’re up.” Ohno nonchalantly flipped a pancake. It went dangerously near the ceiling, but Ohno caught it neatly on the way back down.
“Why are you here? Where’s Nino?”
“Signing for the delivery.” Nino stepped in from the main door. “Merry Christmas, Aiba-shi.” He gestured to the man at their table.
Aiba was completely baffled. “What?”
“He’s one of the newest robots they make at Sho’s company, and he’s here for a test run.”
“Test…run?” Aiba didn’t know if there was something wrong with his hearing. Or maybe he hadn’t actually woken up at all and was still in his bed, dreaming a bizarre dream. He poured himself a glass of water and drank it in three large gulps.
“They’re testing out this concept of ‘robot friends’, robots who can make friends with people who live alone and monitor them, especially for those at risk of depression, or the elderly who might trip and fall at any time.”
Aiba was sure he didn’t belong to one of those groups of people, and he definitely didn’t live alone. However,Nino dropped his second bombshell for the day.
“Aiba-shi, I’m moving out soon. Sho has asked me to move in with him.”
Aiba’s head whirled in confusion. Everything was moving too fast, and he caught hold of the back of a chair for support.
“When?” he croaked.
“Most of my stuff was moved out while you were sleeping. I’m leaving in an hour.” Nino’s tone indicated that it was final.
~~~~~
The apartment seemed too quiet without Nino’s presence - he and Ohno had left earlier, after setting up the robot and making sure Aiba had a good breakfast. After a teary farewell (“Call me often!” Aiba had insisted, wringing Nino’s hands), the main door had shut with a final click.
Aiba sat with his head in his hands, the robot perched on the sofa beside him. “It’s all too much to take in so early in the morning,” he moaned.
“I can sympathise. I am not at my best in the morning, either.” A voice sounded from Aiba’s left, and he nearly fell off the sofa in shock. A hand gripped him before he fell, and placed him safely back.
“Oh! Oh, right, Nino said you’re here to make friends… My name is Aiba Masaki. What should I call you?”
“Hello, Aiba-san. My name is Matsumoto Jun, but you can call me Jun.”
“Jun-kun.” Aiba tried out. It had a nice ring to it.
“Yes, how may I help you?”
“It’s Christmas morning, and my best friend just left me a robot and disappeared to live with his boyfriend. I don’t think there’s much you can do to help…” Aiba said resignedly.
Jun stiffly placed a hand on Aiba’s shoulder, and raised an eyebrow when Aiba flinched away involuntarily. “I am surprised. In my database, putting a hand on your shoulder is a sign of friendship and is meant to provide comfort.”
Strangely, it did help. Aiba giggled without meaning to. “You can feel surprised?”
“I am programmed with emotions to help understand the feelings and processes of humans.” Jun stated simply.
“Ah, I see.”
