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For Aoki Day 5/7 - Aokise is always for @limitlessmonsterâ
âRyouta!â Aomine growls, his voice muted by a large box he's trying, and failing, to maneuver through the front door.Â
Kise pops his head out of his bedroom, his eyes widening as he sees the front of the box tip toward the floor. âDaiki!â He throws himself forward, barely catching the end before it completely topples to the floor. He hefts the box back to a manageable level and peers around the side. âWhy wouldnât you wait for me to come downstairs before grabbing this one?â
Aomine scoffs. âLike I was gonna leave the last box down there, idiot.â He pushes a step forward, prompting Kise to back into his new apartment. âAfter this you're buying me lunch. Wasnât gonna wait for that any longer than I have to.â
âYou're so impatient,â Kise sighs, rolling his eyes as he glances over his shoulder to guide them toward his bedroom. âNot like taking any longer was going to make me change my mind on paying or something.â
They both grunt as the corner of the box hits the door frame. âThe hell you got in here anyway?â Aomine gripes as they finally lower the box to the floor with a soft thud.
âShoes.âÂ
Aomine groans. âYouâre worse than a woman.â His eyes flicker around the room. Thereâs already a mound of clothing on Kiseâs unmade bed and a few unopened boxes Aomine remembers stacking in his barely furnished living room. âWhereâre you gonna put all this shit?â
Kise shrugs. âIâve got an extra room.â He scrutinizes the pile of clothing. âMaybe Iâll turn it into a walk in closet.âÂ
With a shake of his head, Aomine collapses on Kiseâs bed, ruffling the clothes as he rolls over. He stares at the ceiling. âFinally got your own place,â he says after a moment of silence.Â
âYeah,â Kiseâs lips twitch. âProbably gonna be a bit weird.â He runs his hands over the open lip of a box full of knick knacks and photo frames he took from his bedroom back home. âIâm used to living with so many people, ya know? My sisters never left me alone.â
Aomine chuckles. âTrust me, the quiet time will feel pretty damn good after a while.â
Kiseâs smile is wistful. âMaybe.â
Aomine knows all the telltale signs that betray Kiseâs emotions. He lifts his head off the bed, watching the way Kiseâs eyes turn glassy. Heâs not going to cry, not yet, but itâs there under the surface.Â
He pushes himself into a sitting position, bending his leg top prop his foot on the edge of the bed. âHey,â he says, reaching out to catch Kiseâs hand, pulling it away from the box. âIâll be over all the time, ya know? You wonât be alone.â He gives Kiseâs hand a squeeze. âSheesh, youâre such a baby sometimes.âÂ
âAm not,â Kise grumbles with an epic pout.
âBesides, maybe one of these days Iâll scrounge up enough money to get one of the other apartments here. Then you canât even complain because you know damn well your dumb ass will end up at my door all the time.â
âWill not.âÂ
âOh?â He smirks. âHow many times did you use the word sleepover since you signed this lease?â Kiseâs pout only grows more prominent. âMore than any grown man should use that word, ya creep.âÂ
âSleepovers are fun at any age for anyone, Daiki,â Kise says, reaching out to shove Aomine back against the bed.
Aomine laughs. âWhatever you say, princess.â
âHmph.â Kise crosses his arms and makes his way toward the door. âWouldnât have to propose sleepovers if youâd just move in here with me.â
A silence sweeps across the room. Kise freezes in the doorframe, his shoulders hiked up, stunned by his own admittance. Aomine sits up so quickly his head spins, or maybe itâs the words that are making his head continue to spin.Â
Itâs not a conversation they've had yet. Theyâve been together for almost 3 years (Aomine doesnât count the fooling around before they admitted to feelings. He doesnât count what wasnât real yet). Theyâve never talked about getting a place together or anything beyond the ease of their normal routine.Â
âRyouta...âÂ
âDaiki, I was just...â Kise glances over his shoulder, a flush burning bright on his cheeks. âI know we haven't--â He wrings his hands in the hem on his shirt. âI wasnât try to force anything. I... It crossed my mind. The...âÂ
Aomine takes a deep breath. âWhy are you stuttering?â
âYou try asking this without stuttering!â Kise whips around, a frown already pulling at the corners of his lips. âI... I wanted to have a real conversation about this. I didn't want you to think I got this place just to... I mean, it would be nice if we could....â
âKise...â
âBut Iâm happy,â KIse whispers. âIâm really happy with you. I am. And if you donât want to yet.... or ever.... I would never---â He takes a deep breath. âI would never make you. I want what you want.â
With a sigh, Aomine pushes himself off the bed and wraps Kise in his arms. âYou're a giant idiot.â
Kise grumbles something incoherent against Aomineâs chest before wrapping his arms around his waist.Â
âDid you just call me an asshole?â
âI didnât say anything,â Kise says, pulling away enough for Aomine to understand him.Â
Aomine chuckles. âSure. Well...â He slides his fingers slowly, gently through the soft hairs at the nape of Kiseâs neck. âLetâs talk about it now then.â
Kise meets his eyes and nods slowly. âOkay.... letâs talk about it.â
Aomine leans in, his lips brushing lightly across Kiseâs. âI think my answer is yes, Ryouta, so....â He deepens the kiss, swallowing Kiseâs gasp of surprise. âConversation over.â
âDaiki...â
âDonât cry on me, loser,â
âIâm not crying!âÂ
Aomine glances over his shoulder at the mess of clothes on the bed. âLooks like youâre gonna have to share that walk in closet of yours.âÂ
Kise snorts, shoving against his chest. âIâd like to see you try to find the room.â
With a grin, Aomine flips them around and playfully pushes Kiss toward the bed. âOh, I think youâll make plenty of room for me.â
oh my god were you the one that shika smoked with?? I vaguely remember that thread but I was stoned so like I don't remember who it was with hahaha
I got you fam~Â
Naruto didnât partake but he certainly provided shikamaru with some help haha! I think it was a peace offering because he thought Naruto was trying to get with his girl yanno haha.Â
Iâm super late, but I still wanted to contribute to Aoki Day (5/7) within the month of May.Â
Aokise is always for @limitlessmonster, who encouraged me to use an idea from my own work experience and run with aokise. LOL.Â
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?Â
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 outâŠya 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.
âAomineâŠâ 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 shitâŠ
âAhâŠâ
âKiseâŠâ 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.
âItâsâŠâ 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.
âIâŠâ 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 godâŠâ
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
âWellâŠâ Kise sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. âItâs true.â
âMmâŠâ 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 favoriteâŠâ 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
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. JeezeâŠâ
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 meâŠâ 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 printedâŠâ
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 doâŠâ
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.
âFuckâŠâ 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 websiteâŠâ 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
âWellâŠâ 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 doâŠ
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 rightâŠâ Kise shakes his head. Surely Aomine wouldâve brought it up, right? âThe budgetâŠâ
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 elseâŠ
Someone who didnât share the news of the sales team travel with Kise.
âDo you thinkâŠâ 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 formâŠâ
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
âAndâŠâ 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
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.
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âWow.â Kirishimaâs voice echoes from the doorway of the bathroom in their shared hotel room. Bakugou pulls his shirt over his his head and tosses it in the corner where Kirishima left his own dirty laundry. âThey really donât skimp on anything when youâre a pro hero, do they?â
With a roll of his eyes, Bakugou kicks off his pants and slowly makes his way to the bathroom. When he steps inside, he lets loose a soft, low whistle.
The reaction is in part due to the fact that the bathroom is probably the size of his bedroom back home. Two large sinks dip into the thick, granite slab of countertop to the left of him. His reflection stares back in the mirror and he notices, with more than a little annoyance, that his ribs on his left side are bruised. He shrugs, his eyes bypassing the toilet to take in the large, jacuzzi tub. Thereâs enough space for at least four people. Itâs impressive.
Not nearly as impressive as Kirishima though.
Kirishima, who had shed all of his clothing before making his way to the bathroom. Kirishima, who now leans over the edge of the tub as it gurgles and bubbles, the water rising. Kirishima, who is offering Bakugou the perfect view of his perfect round, tight ass, the dimples in his lower back, the way the muscles strain over his shoulder blades that frame his long, red hair as he reaches forward and swirls his hand through the water.
âTold you they didnât skimp on anything,â Kirishima glances over his shoulder with a knowing grin. He shimmies his hips and winks at Bakugou before taking slow, careful steps into the tub.
Bakugou bares his teeth. âYouâre a shit.â
Kirishima dips his head under the water, flicking his long hair over his shoulder when he resurfaces. âA shit you canât take your eyes off of.â
Bakugou gives him the finger and lowers himself onto the edge of the tub. âSure is big.â
âOho?â Kirishima flashes a pointy tooth grin as he glides toward Bakugouâs end of the tub. âIsnât it?â His eyes cut to below the water and Bakugou presses a palm against his face and shoves him away.
âFucking moron,â he growls half heartedly. Heâs tired, he realizes. Tired enough that Kirishimaâs inappropriate quips hardly affect him.
The night had been long. The number of civilians rescued had been significantly less than he was okay with admitting. Though theyâd been praised for their efforts, Bakugou felt none of the pride of a job well done. The villain was still out there. He had still accomplished what he came to do and still got away despite hours of pursuit.
Bakugou doesnât have to hear it from Kirishima to know heâs disappointed too. Kirishimaâs smile, though wide and teasing, doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âHey.â
Bakugou jumps when Kirishimaâs wet hand presses lightly against his side. Itâs the bruise, he notes. Kirishima traces the mark with the tip of his finger.
âDoes it hurt?â
A loaded question, Bakugou thinks. âI donât fucking know.â He slides to the floor, letâs his arm hang over the side so he can dangle his fingertips in the water. âYou tell me.â
He doesnât receive a response right away and, instead of looking at the expression on Kirishimaâs face, his eyes track the movement of his fingers through the water. Finally, Kirishima sighs and moves closer to the edge of the tub. His arm is mere centimeters away from the lazy drag of Bakugouâs hand.
The cool, wet press of fingers to his cheeks finally gets him to look up. Thereâs pain in Kirishimaâs eyes. Bakugou knows him well enough to see it, even as he tries to swallow it down. But thereâs also relief and for the life of him, Bakugou canât understand why.
âWe lost a lot of people, didnât we?â Kirishima says softly. His thumb swipes slowly across Bakugouâs cheek.
âNo shit,â Bakugou mutters in reply, cursing himself for the way his face tilts into the gentle touch.
âBut we also saved a lot too,â Kirishima slides his fingers up into Bakugouâs hair, lightly massages his scalp.
âMmâŠâ
When Kirishima brings his hand back to Bakugouâs face, he curls his fingers just behind his jaw to urge him forward. With a soft sigh of resignation, Bakugou tilts his head toward Kirishimaâs.
Kirishimaâs forehead is still damp, wet strands of hair tickle against Bakugouâs cheek.
âI thoughtâŠâ Kirishimaâs thumb makes another slow sweep across his cheek, dipping back inward to hover over Bakugouâs lips. âWhen you were hitâŠâ His eyes cut to below the edge of the tub, to the bruise he canât see from this angle. âYou didnât move at first⊠youâre usually up right away and you didnât move so I thoughtââ
Ah⊠Bakugou leans forward and gently nips at the pad of Kirishimaâs thumb. âDonât be fucking stupid,â he growls, pushing himself forward enough to hover over Kirishima. âLike a blow like that could ever fucking kill me.â
Kirishima chuckles, though mirth is decidedly absent from the sound. âHow could I forget⊠nothing can kill Blasty McSplode.â
âDonât ruin mood, jackass.â Bakugou leans in, pressing his lips against Kirishimaâs.
Kirishima lets out a huff of a laugh through his nose before parting his lips to deepen the kiss. His hand slides around to Bakugouâs nape, pulling him closer. The width of the bathtub wall between them is an obstacle Bakugou is already annoyed with. Heat burns in his palms and, in an effort to avoid paying extra for damage control to the hotel room, he lifts himself off the ground, kicks off his underwear and slides into the tub.
His legs brace on either side of Kirishimaâs hips, his fingers tangling in the long strands of red hair. Kirishima groans softly when Bakugou gives his hair a tug.
âShit, Katsuki,â Kirishima breathes as he pulls back to trail kisses down the line of Bakugouâs neck. âShit, I was so worriedâŠâ Bakugou shivers and grits his teeth as Kirishimaâs hands trace down his sides. His touch is feather light over the bruise-always hyper aware of everything-before he digs his fingers into Bakugouâs hips. âI was soâŠâ
Bakugou nips at Kirishimaâs earlobe, earning him a gasp in response. âShut up, Eijirou.â He tugs at Kirishimaâs hair again, urging him to tilt his head back. He mouths at Kirishimaâs neck, relishing in the soft sounds of encouragement. âStop fucking dwelling.â
âMmâŠâ Kirishimaâs hands slip off Bakugouâs hips, his fingers finding purchase on the curve of Bakugouâs ass instead. He squeezes and Bakugou hisses out a curse and Kirishimaâs name. âI think I need a sufficient distraction in order to stop dwelling.â
âIdiotâŠâ Bakugou mumbles, cupping his hands around Kirishimaâs cheeks. The kiss is deep. Soul deep. It makes him shudder, makes him groan into Kirishimaâs mouth when a finger ghosts between his cheeks.
Bakugou grinds his hips downward, the motion insistent, needy. He would normally drag this out, normally leave Kirishima breathing heavily, nearly begging him to continue. But tonight they both need this, the comfort of one another, the skin on skin contact. He hates that he needs it, but he does.
And only Kirishima can make him feel fulfilled.
It only takes a few rolls of his hips for Kirishima to swell beneath him, to press against Bakugouâs ass. The teasing press of fingers and the promise of something heavier makes Bakugou growl out his impatience in a string of curses. He gives another harsh tug to Kirishimaâs hair.
âAh⊠shitâŠâ Kirishima groans, bucking up against Bakugouâs rolling hips.
âDonât fucking tease me, Eijirou.â He bites at Kirishimaâs lower lip, harder enough for Kirishima to pull a sharp gasp through his nose. Bakugou soothes the skin with a swipe of his tongue before he breathes, âJust do it.â
âGodâŠâ Kirishima shudders, his finger brushing back and forth between Bakugouâs cheeks, delving deeper and deeper until his fingertip presses against his entrance. âThereâs noââ
âWeâre in the tub, idiot,â Bakugou grinds his hips back, making the water slosh around them for emphasis. âI can take it. Stop hesitating, dammit.â
Kirishima chuckles softly and slowly, so slowly, presses the tip of his finger through. Bakugou hisses at the intrusion and groans as Kirishima pushes in and out at an excruciating languid pace.
âFuckâŠâ Bakugou groans. âStop fucking with me.â He slides his fingers into Kirishimaâs hair and lifts himself on his knees. He tilts Kirishimaâs head back, watching as Kirishimaâs eyes widen, staring up at him with a kind of reverence Bakugou knows he doesnât deserve. But Kirishima has always looked at him like that. The adoration only deepened when Bakugou finally gave in to what he really needed from Kirishima. âEijirouâŠâ
Kirishimaâs lips tilt upward into a faint smirk. âYes, Katsuki.â His voice is a soft purr.
âMmâŠâ Bakugou shivers when Kirishima adds a second finger and curls them deep, just barely glancing off his prostate. âStop with the fingering and fuck me already.â
Kirishima snorts, a wide smile spreading across his lips. âAnd here I thought youâd say something romantic.â He laughs again, following the sound with a deeper press of his fingers.
Bakugouâs stomach tightens as a thrill of pleasure races up his spine. âDammit, Eijirou,â he groans, pressing his hips back for more of that glancing pressure. âWho the hell do you think youâre screwing? Romantic...â He scoffs and manages to roll his eyes.
Kirishima slides his free hand up Bakugouâs back, splaying his fingers out to touch as much skin as possible before threading his fingers through the soft hairs at Bakugouâs nape. He pulls him forward, brushing their lips together as he whispers, âMm, wouldnât have it any other way.â
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Why would you devastate me all over again. Wait. I forgot who I was talking to for a sec. Nvm, itâs a rhetorical question. Hahaha. Also 1 is a multiple of 5. 5x1=5. đ
Which part of that was devastating???Â
FINE clearly I cannot math so have an additional uhhhh
1)Â Describe your comfort zoneâa typical you-fic.
Uhh no such thing? I write whatever I feel like so even if itâs challenging itâs never outside my comfort zone? Idk thatâs something youâd be able to answer better than me
26. Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave.Â
Of course choose the angstiest one LOL. But I will always give you aokise if you ask <3 @limitlessmonster is a masochist. Some angst for you, asshat.Warning: Mentions of past non-con and the scars and bruises it can leave behind. Do not read if this is something you feel is triggering to you in any way.Â
Kise is avoiding him.Â
It starts after they go on that road trip to their old high schools, commenting on the new blood on the courts, eating at their old favorite haunts, staying in a hotel together for the first time since they started having a little fun together and Kise wore his Kaijou jersey that still fits him so nicely it makes something burn in Aomineâs lower stomach at the mere thought. Maybe it was the hotel, Aomine thinks as he trudges across their university campus. Maybe that night, as enjoyable as it was, had been too much for Kise.They never labeled what they were after all. Aomine always insists theyâre just having fun. Kise always laughs and agrees. Thereâs never been any open animosity toward this limbo theyâve put themselves into.Aomine had thought it would be easier. They both intend to focus on their studies, for once, and to pursue their chosen careers with little to get in their way. A relationship, if either of them even wanted it, would be an obstacle. Aomine doesnât want a relationship. Not with Kise Ryouta. At least, he doesnât think he wants that. He already thinks about Kise more than is acceptable for someone with the status of friend (with benefits). He doesnât just think about the curve of his ass, or the tightness of his stomach, or the strength of his legs. He thinks about his smile. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. The way he runs his fingers through his hair. The way looks when he sleeps. FuckâŠWhen Aomine turns a corner, he sees Kise from across the lawn. Itâs the first time heâs run into him in two weeks. âOi, Kise!â Aomine shouts across the lawn, raising his hand in a wave to catch Kiseâs attention.The moment Kise meets his eyes he takes a step back and promptly starts walking. In the opposite direction.Â
âWhat theââ Aomineâs eyes narrow and he jogs forward, advancing on Kise. âAre you seriously running away? When the hell did you ever back down from anything?â
Tension runs down Kiseâs spine, tightens the set of his shoulders and brings him to a stop. He glances back at Aomine and sighs, âAominecchi.â Aomine scowls. âKise, what the hell? You tried to run from me!âKise grimaces, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his loose slacks. âI wasnât running.â Aomineâs eyes linger on his waist and the way his pants slip down a fraction the harder he presses his hands into the pockets. Did he lose weight? Thereâs no wayâŠâOi, Kise.â Aomine takes a step forward and tries to ignore the way his gut clenches when Kise steps back. âWhatâs going on? WhatâsââKise jerks his arm back when Aomine makes a grab for him, his eyes wide. Fearful. Aomine blinks at him. âKise, what the fuck?â His eyes flicker down to Kiseâs hands where he tugs the sleeves of his shirt down nearly to his knuckles. Aomineâs eyes narrow. Kise has never been one to hide in his clothing like someone lacking the self esteem to bare everything. Kise is a model, after all.âAominecchi, Iâm justâŠâ Kiseâs eyes dart around, finding everything except Aomineâs questioning gaze. âIâm late for a photo shoot, so I really gotta go.ââYou donât have a damn photo shoot, Kise.â Aomineâs lips twitch into a faint snarl. Kise is lying to him. âI called your manager to find out if you were at school today.ââYou calledââ Kise glares at him. âWhat the hell is your problem, Aominecchi? You justâââTell me why the hell youâre avoiding me.ââIâm not.â âKise, Iâm not fucking stupid. You saw me and took off. If thatâs not avoiding, I donât know what the fuck is.âKise throws his hands up with a groan of what sounds like defeat. âI donât give a  damn what you think, Aominecchi. Iâm not avoiding you.â But Aomine stops listening the moment Kiseâs sleeve rides up. Heâs not sure of what he saw, but something was there. A discoloration that made something burn inside him. Before Kise can shove his hands back in his pocket, he grabs his wrist and slips the sleeve up his arm. Deep, dark bruises color his wrist and the longer he stares at them in shock the more they start to form the shape of fingers. âKiseâŠâ Aomine throat feels dry and the words come out hoarse. âWho the fuckââHe glances up just in time to catch a flash of pain on Kiseâs face that cuts Aomine so deep he tightens his grip on Kiseâs wrist and pulls him forward an inch. Kise doesnât resist, but the pain is gone, replaced with a cold fury that has a chill racing down Aomineâs spine. Heâs not going to like what he hears. âWhy does it matter?â Kise replies, twisting his wrist out of Aomineâs grasp. He grabs his other sleeve, pushing it up his arm. Bruises are scattered up his forearm, each one looking like a fingerprint that dug too deep into Kiseâs usually flawless skin.Aomine stares, his eyes wide, his mouth hangs open. âKise, what the hell does that even mean? Of course it matters. Who the fuck did this to you?âA raindrop on his forehead startles him and brings an even deeper frown to Kiseâs face.Kise doesnât respond immediately. He lets the rain fall on them, letâs it coat his face, his hair hanging loose across his forehead. He lifts a hand, pressing his fingers just below his right eye. âHaizaki,â Kise finally says, his fingers stuttering across the skin of his cheek. Aomine watches in horror as Kise wipes away makeup he couldnât even tell was there to reveal a dark bruise around his eye. âHaizaki did this to me.â Rage, Aomine realizes, is a beast separate from his own consciousness. He can feel it roil within him, pushing against every inch of his skin. Haizaki. The name already sparks a fury in him, but to see the state Kise is in, the bruises, the pain heâs trying so hard to mask⊠it makes Aomine simultaneously want to throw up and punch everything in sight. âWhyâŠâ Aomine chokes on the word, trying to speak past the anger. Trying to find the right thing to say. Heâs never been good at comforting others, but all he wants to do is gather Kise in his arms and promise he wonât let it happen again, promise that he will end Haizaki for beating Kise the way he did. âWhy didnât you say anything, dammit? Why didnâtâââWhat could you have done, Aominecchi?â Kise shakes his head. âWould you have sat there as I went over the details? As I cried? Would you have taken me to shower to wash away the smell of him on me? ToââAomineâs arm lashes out, catching Kiseâs wrist again. His fury solidifies to something cold and dreadful in his veins. Kiseâs final words ring in his ears. âThe smell of himâŠâKiseâs lips curl into a sneer. âWhat the hell did you think happened, Aominecchi? That Haizaki stopped at a beating?â Bile burns in the back of Aomineâs throat and he swallows the reaction before it actually comes up. âDid you want to be there when I washed what was left of him out of me?â Kise continues. Aomine can feel him shaking. âWhile I remembered the feeling of him pushing me down, stripping me of what little dignity I had left? Reminding me that if I didnât look the way I did I wouldnât be âasking for itâ?âAomine reels. Fury, pain, anguish. He doesnât know how to describe the concoction of feelings that races through him. Guilt is present on the edge of it all. Guilt for not being there, for not reaching out sooner, for not trying to find Kise when heâs so easy for Aomine to find. He grasps for words, but heâs never been good with them. Heâs a man of action. And the action he wants to take right now involves Haizaki and a fist to his face. And maybe a foot to the stomach. âKiseâŠâ He begins, but Kise jerks out of his grasp. âI canât do this, Aominecchi.â Kiseâs voice, so level before cracks now, shakes as he does. âI canât stand here and see the pity⊠the guilt. Itâs not your fault. Itâs not⊠I canât do this.â He wrings his hands together and steps back. âWeâre not anything beyond friends anyway. You said so yourself. Who would be stupid enough to date me?â A laugh bubbles up in the back of Kiseâs throat and Aomine cringes at the high pitched, almost manic sound. âTrouble follows me everywhere.â Who would want to date Kise Ryouta? Aomine stares at him, takes him in. Kise is terrified. Aomine has seen him scared before. Heâs seen him pale when he received the call about his fatherâs car accident, seen him cry when his grandmother passed away, seen him worry himself sick when he thought he might lose his modeling job over school obligations. He knows Kise. He knows that his forehead crinkles when he smiles and his nose scrunches when heâs silently amused. He knows that Kise isnât perfect. He stumbles a lot, heâs not as confident as he pretends to be, he worries about stupid things like the way his hair looks, or if the shoes heâs wearing go well with the pants he puts on. Kiseâs laugh is like bathing in sunshine. His smile is a beacon. He cares more than he should, about more people than he should. He encourages Aomine without hesitation, even if what heâs encouraging seems impossible. Heâs taught Aomine that happiness can be found off the court, with someone other than his teammates. Aomine knows he found happiness in Kise. He knows this because Kiseâs pain, Kiseâs anguish, is his own. If Kise smiles, Aomine smiles. Kiseâs happiness is his happiness. He doesnât know why it takes a moment like this to bring this to light, but itâs there. He can feel it, even as Kise steps away from him.âI have to go,â Kise finally says after the prolonged silence. He lifts his hand in a brief wave. âGoodbye, Aominecchi.âWhen he turns, Aomine reaches for him before he can think about it. He catches the sleeve of Kiseâs jacket and Kise freezes.âKise, donât.âKise glances over his shoulder. âLet me go, Aominecchi.â His lip trembles. âYou donât want me. Not⊠not after this.âAomineâs grip tightens. His chest feels heavy. It aches when he takes a deep breath and when he speaks his voice comes out hoarse, like heâs the one on the verge of tears instead of Kise. âRyouta,â He watches Kiseâs eyes widen. âI love you.â Kise jerks back so hard he stumbles and nearly falls, his jacket slipping from Aomineâs grasp in seconds. âYouâŠâ Kise shakes his head. His eyes wide, drawing in a sharp breath. âNo, you donât.âAomine takes a step forward, ignoring how painful it is when Kise takes more than a few steps back. âYes, I do, Ryouta. I love you.ââNo.â Kise repeats, forcefully this time. âYou donât. YouâŠâ he gestures wildly in the air between them. âYou have this overwhelming urge to protect me and I donât need it.â He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. A tear slips down his cheek. âMaybe this doesnât prove that I donât need the protection, but youâre mistaking that feeling for love. You donât love me.ââYes, I do.â Aomine frowns. âWhy the hell would I say I did if i didnât mean it? When have you ever known me to do or say what I didnât mean?âKiss grimaces. âI canât do this.â More tears spill down his cheeks. Or maybe itâs just the rain, Aomine canât tell anymore. âNot like this.â He takes a few more steps back and Aomine doesnât try to bridge the distance. Not yet. âRyouta.âHe sees the way Kise hikes his shoulders up, like heâs in trouble. Aomine continues. âDo you love me?âSilence, broken only by the patter of rain, stretches on between them. But Aomine waits. Waits for answer he already knows.Finally, Kise speaks. Itâs so quiet Aomine almost canât hear it over the rain. âYou know I do.ââThen why?â Aomine asks, chancing a tentative step forward. âWhy endure it for so long?â Why spend all your time with me if you werenât certain?The small smile Kise offers him is sadder than any tears heâs ever cried. âIf you were giving the chance to have your cake and eat it too, wouldnât you take it?âAomine thinks he already has. This time when he steps forward, Kise doesnât moves and Aomine doesnât hesitate anymore. He closes the distance between them and grabs Kiseâs face, pulling him in for a kiss. It takes a moment for the action to kick in, but Kise shoves him back.âAominecchiâŠâ Kise glances around, his eyes wide, frantic. âSomeone couldâve seen. SomeoneâââI donât give a shit,â Aomine growls. âLet them see.âKiseâs eyes widen. âI want them to know that no one else can have you.â When he steps forward and pulls Kise into his arms like he wanted to before, Kise curls his fingers against his chest and presses his face into Aomineâs shoulder. âLet them see.ââHowâŠâ Kise voice comes out as a sob. âHow could you want me afterâŠâAomine slides a hand up Kiseâs back and threads his fingers into his hair. âIdiot. I love you. How could I not want you?ââBut thisâŠââWeâll get through it.â Aomine dips head head forward, presses a kiss just below Kiseâs ear. âYou will get through it.â They stand there, rain soaking through their clothing. Kise sobs into Aomineâs chest and Aomine lets him. âIâm not going anywhere, baby.â Kiseâs arms wrap around his waist and Aomine holds him as tight. Heâs good at actions and he never makes a promise he canât keep.