Iâm super late, but I still wanted to contribute to Aoki Day (5/7) within the month of May. Aokise is always for @limitlessmonster, who encouraged me to use an idea from my own work experience and run with aokise. LOL. Summary: In which Kise and Aomine work for the same financial company in different regional offices. Phone calls get a little more personal and relationships lean further away from professional. After all, who can resist Aomineâs voice? On ao3
âThank you for calling Teikou Financial. Kise speaking.â
âThis is Aomine, from the life insurance sales department.â Oh, itâs Mr. Deep Voice. Kise can hear Takaoâs voice in his head.
He smiles to himself as he brushes his fingers across the keyboard. Aomine is his favorite salesperson. Takao sings the praises of Midorima, who is thorough and calculating in his speech patterns, but Aomineâs voice, in Kiseâs opinion, is a good reason to favor him instead.
âHello, Aomine-san. What can I help you with today?â
âLook, I have a request. I really donât wanna go back to this client to tell them they need to do another med exam, but I know underwriters can be picky about results.â
Kise nods to himself. Heâs content to let Aomine ramble just to listen to that deep drawl.
Thereâs a brief pause, interrupted seconds later by a soft sigh. âGuess I shouldâa started with the policy number, huh?â
Kise chuckles. âThatâs alright. It could be considered a general question. Iâm assuming the client completed an exam with another company?â
Aomine laughs. âRead my mind.â A rush of satisfaction brings another smile to Kiseâs lips. âSo ya think I could send that paperwork in andââ
âIf you send it directly to me, Aomine-san, Iâd be happy to deliver it straight to the underwriter myself. Iâm quite persuasive when I want to be.â
The deep, rich laughter from the other end of the phone sends a shiver down Kiseâs spine.
âI have no doubt about that. Okay if I email them?â
âOf course. You still have my email address?â
âGot it saved from the paperwork you sent last time.â
He can hear Aomine typing on the other end of the line and notes, with some amusement, that he types considerably slower than Kise.
âI really appreciate this, Kise-san.â
âJust Kise is fine.â
Aomine chuckles. âJust Kise then.â
âIs there anything else I can help with you with?â
âPlenty, but Iâm sure you donât have the time for all of it.â A pause. âOr the qualifications.â
âIâm qualified for plenty.â
More laughter. Goosebumps pop up across Kiseâs arm.
âIâll keep that in mind.â
âGood.â Heâs grinning now and secretly grateful that Takao isnât perched on his desk to see this right now. âWell, if you ever need anything, please donât hesitate to call.â
âOh, I wonât.â
âHave a nice day, Aomine-san.â
âJust Aomine.â
Kise laughs. âHave a nice day, Aomine.â
âYou too, Kise.â
âI could really use a favor, Kise.â
Kise tries to hide his grin when Aomineâs deep voice rumbles through his headset. Heâs waving a hand behind him, trying to usher Takao away from his desk. Takao leans in instead and smirks, mouthing is that him, batting his eyelashes and pretending to fan himself.
âYou know Iâm always willing to do you a favor, Aomine.â
He can practically hear the smile on Aomineâs lips as he says, âJust the words I wanted to hear.â
Takao is laying across one edge of his desk, miming his heart beating out of his chest. Kise adamantly ignores him.
âWhat can I do for you?â
âThereâs a long list of things I want to ask for, but⌠Iâll only ask for the work related one right now.â
Dammit⌠he curses the color that rises to his cheeks.
âShoot.â His voice is breathless, his mind locked on all the things he wants Aomine to ask for, but will never voice aloud.
âI really need that one policy to go outâŚya know which one I mean?â
âThe policy for Akashi Seijurou?â
âYes,â Aomine releases a groan of relief. âGod, you always just know, donât ya?â
Kise chuckles. âYou did just send me an email on it not too long ago.â
âRight, right.â Aomine laughs. âThis is a huge case. Guyâs got a lotta money going into this one and he wants it done as soon as possible. Heâs kinda scary so anything you can do to help... Everything is in to send it out, right?â
âPulling it up right now.â Kise fingers fly across the keyboard. He clicks through the paperwork on the case as quickly as he can, nodding to himself and softly humming the latest song stuck in his head. âLooks like everything is good to go. Iâll stay a little later to make sure this gets mailed out overnight today.â
âYouâre a damn lifesaver.â
âExcuse you,â Kise laughs. He loves that Aomine isnât afraid to use profanity on a work line. Heâs confident enough in his skills to know they wonât let him go so easily, has said as much to Kise before. âOnly for you.â
âEven better,â Aomine says with a quiet laugh. âOnly for me.â
Kise smiles to himself and slaps Takaoâs hand away when he reaches for Kiseâs flushed cheek.
âNow let me go so I can work on this policy for you.â
âHah? Canât talk and work at the same time?â Aomine teases.
âAomineâŚâ He can talk and work at the same time. He does it with Takao all day.
He canât talk to Aomine and work at the same time. Aomineâs voice is far too distracting.
âGot it, got it. Iâll let you go. Thanks again, Kise. I owe ya.â
âAnytime.â
âYou do know this is your third time calling me this week.â Kise swears he has a permanent smile on his face. His customer service skills must have improved these past few months with these frequent calls from his favorite salesperson.
âIs it?â Aomine chuckles. âHey, I always call with work questions. No one can deny that.â
Kise snorts in amusement. âThat argument might be questionable when you consider the fact that our last conversation was roughly forty minutes long.â
âI had a lot of questions,â Aomine replies. âNeeded a lot of answers.â
âPretty sure you know more about my upcoming family events now than even most of my family members do.â
Aomineâs soft snicker over the phone makes Kiseâs heart skip a beat or two. Itâs not a sound he hears often, but heâs grown to like it. A lot.
âIf anyone asks, we were discussing the merits of long term care riders and their benefits to customers interested in purchasing permanent insurance.â
âWere you reading a script?â Kise bites his lip to suppress a snort of laughter.
âDamn right I was.â
âAominecchi! Language!â
The static sound of silence greets his outburst and for a second he thinks their phone queue has shut down like it did for two hours last week.
Then Aomine says, âDid you just call me⌠Aominecchi?â
Oh shitâŚ
âAhâŚâ
âKiseâŚâ Aomineâs voice deepens. Itâs the kind of voice heâs used in past conversations to encourage Kise to spill the beans about a topic he wasnât necessarily willing to elaborate on.  It works every time.
âItâsâŚâ Kise presses mute on his phone and presses his forehead against the table with a groan. He catches sight of Takao out of the corner of his eye. He quickly taps out the word later into their existing IM and takes a deep breath before taking himself off mute. âItâs kinda what I started referring to you around the office here. I really only use it as a sign of respect, so itâs nothing weird or⌠anything.â He cuts himself off before he can sound like even more of an idiot.
Another long pause tempts him to hang up until Aomine says, âSo, you talk about me with yer coworkers over there?â
Kise is glad theyâre conversing over the phone so Aomine canât see the nice shade of red his face is sporting right now. He can feel the heat in his cheeks and thinks he might need to take a swim in the frigid pool at their company gym after work today.
âIâŚâ Thereâs no getting out of this now. âI do. But itâs only because weâve spoken so frequently and youâre my favorite salesperson. And sometimes I get asked about my phone calls so I have to give at least some information away. And Iâm at least letting people know you work here with us, just in another location. Andââ
âHold it,â Aomine interrupts. âWhat did you just say?â
âIâm letting people know you work here with us?â
âNo, Kise.â If rolling your eyes had a sound, Kise is pretty sure he wouldâve hear it right now. Heâs positive Aomine rolled his eyes. âBefore that.â
âAbout giving informaââ
âBefore that.â
âAbout getting askedââ
A soft growl comes out of the phone and Kise stops breathing.
âAre you really this stupid or are you just pretending to be so you donât have to admit it again?â
âThis call may be monitored for quality and training purposes,â Kise counters as a reminder.
âKise, I swear to godâŚâ
Oh god⌠Kise draws in a slow, steady breath to ground himself. âThat youâre my favorite salesperson?â
Aomine letâs out a heavy breath, like heâd been holding it while Kise skirted around his question. âYes. That.â
âWellâŚâ Kise sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. âItâs true.â
âMmâŚâ Aomineâs deep hum of contentment through the phone has to be a national treasure. Kise wishes he could find the recording of this call just to hear it again. âYa know, yer kinda my favorite too.â
Kise breathes in sharply. âYouâre favoriteâŚâ what?
âYes,â Aomine replies. âMy favorite.â
The silence that follows is weighted in an indescribable way. Kise is certain this isnât an appropriate conversation to have at work. His hard earned phone etiquette skills fly out the window when Aomine is involved and heâs grateful his boss hasnât decided to pull and monitor his calls.
âIâll talk to you later, Kise. Thanks.â Aomine pauses and Kise holds his breath. âFor reviewing that illustration for me.â
Ah⌠âYouâre welcome, Aominecchi,â Kise replies softly.
âBye, Kise.â
âGoodbye, Aominecchi.â
âWhere do you think youâll go on your first date?â
Kise looks up from the salad he brought for lunch and blinks at Takao.
âExcuse me?â
Takao sighs and dramatically throws his hands up in the air in mock irritation. âKeep up, Ryou-chan!â
âWho are you even talking about?â
âYou and Mr. Sex-Phone-Operator-Voice of course!â
Kiseâs eyes widen as he makes a slashing gesture with his hand across his throat. âKazucchi, keep your voice down. JeezeâŚâ
Takao cackles. âItâs hysterical how embarrassed you get when I mention him when you have no problem openly swooning and drooling over him on the phone.â
âShut up,â Kise grumbles, shoving a forkful of lettuce into his mouth.
âYou know those calls are recorded, right?â Takao grins, leaning his chin in his hand. âAnyone can listen to you charm him like the shameless flirt you are.â
Takao now listens in on  any conversation of Kiseâs when heâs close enough to hear. Heâs caught Kise on the phone with Aomine more times than Kise cares to admit and, yes, every single time Kise has been shamelessly flirting.
But Aomine flirts back. He laughs that deep, rich, heartstopping laugh of his, practically purrs Kiseâs name every time he says it, tells Kise how heâs his favorite, how he loves Kiseâs laugh, how he wonders what it would be like to work in the same office .
Kise wonders the same thing. He wonders if the novelty of talking to Aomine would wear off, or not exist, if they knew one another in person. If they worked face to face. Itâs a thought Kise entertains every now and again, always coming to the same conclusion.
The novelty would never wear off.
It isnât just Aomineâs voice that he likes anymore. He likes Aomine. He likes his laugh, the smile he can hear instead of see, the way heâs fearless, doesnât care who hears, doesnât care what he says. He likes Aomineâs dedication to his job, his blatant favoritism of Kise. He just likes Aomine.
âYou never answered my question,â Takao points out.
âKazucchi, Iâm never gonna see him,â Kise admits softly. Itâs another thought thatâs been swimming through his mind and, again, he only comes to one conclusion. Itâs highly unlikely theyâll ever meet in person.
âYou donât know that.â
âI donât even know what he looks like,â Kise groans. His head tips forward, his forehead making contact with the cafeteria table. He groans again.
âDo you want to?â Takao asks.
Kise tilts his head to the side, peering up at Takao through strands of hair covering his eyes. âYou know I do.â
Takao grins. âI know what he looks like.â
Kiseâs head is off the table in an instant. âYou⌠what?â
âI know what he looks like,â Takao repeats, his grin spreading wider. He looks like the Cheshire Cat, but Kise isnât in the mood for his games.
âKazucchi, so help meâŚâ His hand twitches, itching to grab a pen that isnât near him to lob at Takaoâs grinning face. âIf you donât tell me what you mean, Iâllââ
âI printed a picture of him.â
Kise gapes. âYou printedâŚâ
âIt wasnât hard to find him on the company website.â Takao shrugs and reaches into the back pocket of his dress slacks. âYou wanna see?â
Drawing in a sharp breath, Kise nods. âYou know I doâŚâ
Takao unfolds the paper and slides it across the table. Kise realizes two things. One, Aomine is hot. Like tall, dark and handsome, bad boy, let me slam you against the wall and leave you breathless kind of hot. And two, Kise is royally screwed, and not in the way he wants to be after seeing that photo.
âFuckâŚâ he mutters, unable to take his eyes away from the mischievous gleam in the eyes of Aomineâs photo.
âMy thoughts exactly,â Takao laughs and comes to the same realization as Kise. âYouâre screwed.â
âI have a confession to make, Aominecchi.â
Kise hides in one of the small conference rooms on their office floor. He had transferred Aomineâs call to the phone in here to avoid Takao. He doesnât need him sitting at his desk, cackling while he admits that heâs been thinking about Aomine ever since he saw the face that went with that sinfully deep voice.
Well, maybe he wonât say it in those exact words, but something to that effect.
âMm⌠do you?â
Kise hears the smile in his voice and runs his palm down his face. Itâs warm. Heâs probably blushing. Thank god Takao didnât follow him.
âSo I may have looked through the company websiteâŚâ he trails off and stares at the computer in front of him where heâs pulled up Aomineâs profile once again. âAnd checked out the team profiles.â
âYeah?â Aomine drawls.
âAnd I noticed you play basketball.â
Aomine chuckles. âThatâs what you noticed?â
âWellâŚâ Kise rubs at his nape and imagines the smile on Aomineâs face. His heart thunders in his chest. âObviously thatâs not the only thing I noticed.â
âWhat else?â Aomine asks.
Kise frowns. âNow youâre just being mean.â
âYouâre dancinâ around the real subject, Kise.â Aomine is laughing again. âYou were looking up my picture.â
With an internal groan, Kise finally says, âI saw your picture.â
Thereâs a pause on the other end. Kiseâs heart is beating so loud now heâs not sure heâll hear Aomine if he says anything else.
âSo,â Aomine finally says, his deep voice breaking through Kiseâs incessant heartbeat. âLike what you see?â
Kise draws in a sharp breath, holds it. When he finally exhales his voice is soft, breathy. âHow could I not?â
Thereâs the laughter again. Deep, rich. Like velvet across Kiseâs skin. He shudders.
âGood to know I didnât disappoint.â
Kise snorts. âAominecchi, I highly doubt you could do anything to disappoint me.â
When Aomine lets out a sound similar to a gasp, Kise slaps a hand over his mouth. The realization that his words sounded so close to a confession dawns on him and he doesnât know what to say. Doesnât know how to make it seem like Aomine hasnât been invading his thoughts day in and day out.
âI just mean that⌠youâre my favorite, you know? I like you. Not just because youâre good at your job or you have this great voice or thatââ
âKise,â Aomine interrupts. Kiseâs name comes through the phone as a soft growl. âYou talk too much.â
Kiss presses his lips together.
âNever thought Iâd been into an idiot who talks as much as you do, but canât control my tastes, can I?â
âAominecchi!â Kise hisses, indignant. âIâm not an idiot!â
âSometimes you are,â Aomine chuckles. âBut hey, gotta let you go. Got a meeting to get to in five minutes. Shouldâa been setting up already.â
Kise sighs. He really should get back to his desk anyway. âOkay, okay.â
âTalk to you later, pretty boy.â
Kise blinks. âPretty boy?â
âAnd by the way, Kise,â Aomine pauses and Kise holds his breath. âI looked up your picture too.â
The silence on the end of the line is proof that Aomine hung up, but Kise doesnât put the phone down until it starts to beep loudly in his ear. When he hangs up, he stares at the phone in disbelief. Aomine had looked up his picture, had been wondering what Kise looked like too.
But that fact alone doesnât leave him speechless. Itâs only now that he realizes that maybe he wasnât the only one who let loose a confession on that phone call.
Never thought Iâd be into an idiot who talks as much as you doâŚ
A wide smile spreads across Kiseâs lips. He presses his forehead against the table and laughs.
Aominecchi is into me.
âRyou-chaaaaan!â
Takao slides onto the bench beside Kise, singsonging his name. Kise has been sitting outside by the small pond behind their building for the past fifteen minutes, debating on what to get his sister for her birthday. And maybe trying not to think about his conversation with Aomine and how he had suggested lingerie to impress her new boyfriend.
His eyes flicker toward Takao and the brilliant grin that lights up his face. The grin can only mean one of two things. Takao has news that will excite Kise. Or he has news that will come at Kiseâs expense, and will, without a doubt, fail to excite him.
âYouâve heard, havenât you?â Takao continues without being prompted. Always good at filling silences.
âHeard what?â He shifts on the bench to better look at Takao. To try and read the sparkle in his eyes.
âAbout our visitors.â
Kise glances around. He doesnât recall hearing about any visitors. Itâs definitely not food truck day, or Takao would already have his container of tacos, half eaten, in his lap. Maybe he missed a visit from the Vice President while he was out musing.
âKazucchi, if I knew, donât you think Iâd be just as excited as you?â
Takaoâs grin widens. âOh, youâll be excited all right.â
Kise scrunches his nose. âAre you going to tell me who it is, or are youââ
âThe sales team.â
Kise freezes.
âThe sales team is coming to visit next week.â
Kise stares at him. Heâs not sure he heard Takao correctly. The last he had heard about company travel was that they had put a temporary ban on it. The company wasnât necessarily hurting for money, but they werenât in a position to expend any of the budget on unnecessary travel when technology like video conference could be used on a daily basis for communication.
âThat canât be rightâŚâ Kise shakes his head. Surely Aomine wouldâve brought it up, right? âThe budgetâŚâ
âAh!â Takao holds up a finger and presses his other hand to his chest, deepening his voice in a perfect imitation of Midorima. ââTakao, it appears we will be guests at your regional office next week, Thursday May 7th, to present the recent successes of the sales team and how it will positively affect your work flow and the revenue of the company.ââ
Kise snorts. âAnd you make fun of me for Aominecchi.â
Takao shrugs. âI canât help it that my taste in men leans toward pretentious, superstitious, tight asses like Shin-Chan.â
If possible, Takaoâs correspondence with Midorima could rival Kiseâs number of conversations with Aomine.
âI canât believe he told you before an email went out,â Kise muses aloud. Midorima isnât one to skirt around protocol. He follows the rules to a T. Unlike someone elseâŚ
Someone who didnât share the news of the sales team travel with Kise.
âDo you thinkâŚâ Kise bites his lip as he trails off. He stares at the rippling in the pond as two ducklings skirt across the surface near the waterâs edge. âDo you think theyâre bringing the whole sales team?â
âRyou-chan.â Takao elbows him in the side and waggles his eyebrows. âThinking about all the things Aomine can sell you on while heâs here?â
Kise pushes Takaoâs face away and rolls his eyes. He ignores Takaoâs laughter as he stands, lifting his hand in a brief wave as he says, âGotta finish up with a few policies before I go so Iâm heading back in.â
âMake sure to tell Aomine hi for me!â Takao shouts as Kise walks away.
Kise lifts a single finger over his shoulder and silently curses Takao for his insight. He knows exactly which policy to pull up as an excuse to make a call.
âYou know, you donât have to use the Nijimura policy as a reason to call me,â Aomine drawls, his laughter rumbling through Kiseâs headset. Kise rubs his hands up and down his arms to flatten the goosebumps that raise across his skin.
âWell, besides the fact that I wanted to hear your voice,â Kise grins as Aomine chuckles again. âWe are missing a signature on this one disclosure formâŚâ
âWhat the hell, Kise? Youâre supposed to warn me about these things.â
âAh,â Kise raises his hands on either side of his head in surrender, even though Aomine canât see it. âIn fairness, it was forwarded straight to me so you didnât get to see it and it just came in.â
âYer a little shit, ya know that?â
Kise snickers. âAominecchi, thatâs mean.â He taps his fingers against his desk and stares at the email in front of him. Heâs read it more times than he can count. Itâs confirmation that the sales team is headed to their office. The entire sales team. âBut now that I have you on the phone⌠tell me, do you have any plans for next week?â
âNext week?â Aomine is tapping something against his desk. Kise can hear it through his headset. âThatâs a weird thing to ask. Guess I donât have anything in particular planned. Might take mom out to dinner cause sheâs been on my ass about seeing me these past few days.â
Weird thing to ask⌠âYou say that like itâs a chore,â Kise says with a soft laugh. âLike you wonât get a free meal out of it.â
âI never said I wasnât down for dinner.â Aomineâs voice deepens to that suggestive tone he uses when heâs trying to intentionally fluster Kise. âWhat about you?â
Kise scrunches his nose. Dinner with his mom, he reminds himself as he says, âWeâre having some visitors in the office next week.â
âAre you?â Aomine bums on the other end of the line. âLike the VP? Pretty sure that guy is coming here sometime soon too.â
âLike another team,â Kise ventures, his fingers ghosting over the forward button of the email notification they received. Maybe if he sends it to Aomine...
âAnother team, huh?â Aomine chuckles. âHope you donât have a favorite person on that team too.â
Kise frowns. Is he really not coming? âAominecchi, I know that youâreââ
âOi, Kise,â Aomine interrupts. His voice is muffled for a moment as he says something to someone away from the receiver. âGotta get going. Weâre going out for lunch over here at the companyâs expense. Talk to you later?â
âOh, uh⌠yeah. Yeah, talk to you later Aominecchi.â
Kise is about to press the button to hang up the phone when Aomine says, âOh, and Kise.â
âMm?â Kise pauses, his finger hovering above the end call button.
âI hope you donât have any plans next Thursday cause I could use a tour guide around your area and, you know, youâre kinda my favorite.â
A smile spreads across Kiseâs lips, so wide it hurts his cheeks. âIâll see if I can spare the time.â
Aomine laughs. âIâll see you then, Kise.â
âSee you, Aominecchi.â
Aomine in person is better than anything Kiseâs imagination can conjure up.
Heâs a hair taller than Kise, but itâs enough to get a smirk of satisfaction from Aomine when he notices. And that smirk. Kiseâs knees threatened to buckle the moment Aomine turns that smirk on him. His skin is darker than the picture suggested, his hair a deeper blue.
His voice sounds better in person than it ever has over the phone. He stands in front of their entire department and goes over the feedback theyâve received from reputable clients, the rise in business they expect to receive from word of mouth alone. When he finishes and gestures for Midorima to take his place to crunch numbers, he angles his chair enough to meet Kiseâs eye and grins.
People have always told Kise that his smile is dazzling. But none of them have ever seen a real smile from Aomine. Kise doesnât think he can never compare.
After the meeting, theyâre released early. Aomine makes his way to Kiseâs desk, walks with him as they leave the building.
âSo,â Aomine says, nudging Kise with his elbow.
Kise feels a flare of heat erupt from the touch, even through the fabric of their dress shirts. âSo,â Kise replies, grinning to himself as they walk down the street.
The weather is perfect. Kise silently thanks any and all gods out there for giving him clear skies and beautiful temperatures. He also thanks Takao for his constant weather updates.
âYou buyinâ me dinner?â Aomine smirks and digs his hands into the pocket of his slacks. âI am an honored guest, after all, arenât I?â
Kise rolls his eyes. âYouâre insufferable, Aominecchi.â He shifts, turning to walk backward so he can face Aomine as he talks. The sidewalks have recently been paved and all the little kinks that used to trip him up have been smoothed out. Aomine wonât have to find out about his clumsy side just yet.
Just yet⌠Kise thinks, hoping this visit isnât a singular one. Hoping that more will come.
âI was thinking we could go to a little hole-in-the-wall ramen shop I like to frequent,â he says, gesturing down the street behind him. âItâs only a few blocks away. Itâs small, but Iâve never had better ramen than there.â
Aomineâs lips twitch. âI have a damn good ramen shop back home. You really wanna make that claim?â
Kise smirks right back. âAominecchi, you havenât had this damn good ramen.â
âSounds like a challenge, Kise.â
Kise shrugs. âI do have better taste than you, Aominecchi. I mean, look at that tie.â
Aomine shoves at Kiseâs shoulder. âYou littleââ
âSo youâre only here until tomorrow morning, right?â Kise asks, turning back around to fall into step at Aomineâs side. âTakao mentioned Midorima staying until the evening, but most of you are headed out early?â
Aomine hums to himself, casting a side eye glance at Kise. âIâll leave when I want to leave.â
âAndâŚâ He leans toward Aomine. âwhen will that be, Aominecchi?â
âSunday night at the latest.â
Kise cannot suppress the smile that spreads across his lips. He bumps his shoulder against Aomineâs and says, âYou just canât get enough of me, can you? I guess that means Iâll to show you around since youâre a tourist and all. Take you to all my favorite food places, the best things to see, the best shops, all ofââ
âKise.â Aomine grabs Kiseâs wrist, stopping him. âYou talk too much.â
âWhaââ
Kiseâs confused protest is muffled when Aomineâs lips cover his own. It takes Kise a moment for the action to sink in before his arms raise to slide around Aomineâs neck and he kisses back.
Again, his imagination did nothing to prepare him for this. Aomine is warm, all over. His lips are like a fire brand against Kiseâs. It feels right, Kise thinks in the back of his mind. Like finding the final piece of a puzzle heâs been working on all his life.
When Aomine pulls away, Kise blinks at him, dazed. Aomineâs cocky smirk draws him out of it and Kise shoves at his shoulder with a pout.
âAominecchi! The first kiss comes after the first date.â He presses shaky fingers against his lips to hide his smile. âThose are the rules.â
âKise,â Aomine grabs his hand, pulling it away from his mouth to thread their fingers together. âPretty sure our first date was during one of those long ass phone calls.â He ignores Kiseâs snort of indignation and adds, âBesides, I donât like to play by the rules.â
He steals another brief kiss before Kise can protest and pulls him down the street. âNow câmon. Iâve got a big bowl of ramen with my name on it and you better have a damn good plan to keep me occupied this weekend.â
Kise stifles a laugh and says, âI have a few things in mind.â Grateful for the extra days, no matter how few.















