"Ehhh…" Kise flipped through the pages upon pages of hate that his two special guys were getting. He sighed and slumped forward. So forward, he slipped from the couch and slumped onto the table. Dead weight.

"I'm so sorry, you two," Kise groaned against the table. "I've heard of fans doing this, but never have I seen it happen to anyone close to me."

"Ne, Kise," Aomine leaned over the table and lifted Kise by the collar of his shirt. "If I get one more of these I swear I'm going to break your pretty face."

Kise rose a brow.

"Aomine-kun, that's so violent and not needed."

"Kurokocchi," Kise feigned his tears. "Aominecchi just doesn't understand the troubles of being a famous model-san! Make him understand."

Ice blue looked over at Aomine—then Kise—back at Aomine before—"I'm not a model either but I can assure you that this harrassment is getting really annoying."

The model just looked at Aomine—let's just say his face was really ugly right now.

"Don't look at me like that," Aomine then said, his grip increasing on the shirt collar.

"Aominecchi~ You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" Kise asked, hands patting his hands. "We've done such a good job at being friends."

"Bastard…" Aomine rose Kise more and more; they were nearly eye-level at this point.

"Plus you're ruining my shirt." Kise then muttered, looking at the wrinkling effect.

Aomine ended up swinging—and missing. Kise ended up back on the couch, his appearance more or less a little desheveled.

"TETSU," the tanned male growled. "That was my eye." Aomine held his hand to his eye, the weapon that had nearly blinded him rolled amongst the written threats.

"…a straw—" Kise burst out laughing. "Kurokocchi—Nice!"

"…Sorry," Tetsu bowed. "I was trying to get the paper off. I suppose I blew too hard."

"BLEW TOO HARD—BLEW TOO HARD? YOU AIMED THAT SPECIFICALLY AT MY EYE, TETSU." Aomine was making his way towards the blunet. Kise had all but tackled him onto the couch mirroring him.

A mass of slurs and things of the sort left Aomine—none of which were truly audible. His face was shoved into the couch. Hands were shoving at each other—Aomine was being way too aggressive today. Jeez.

—

"Ah. It's really windy today," Tetsu then said, watching as the papers left the model's living room through an open window.

Aomine had managed to shove Kise off of himself and they both just sat there, watching as Tetsu finally inserted the straw into his drink.

"…it melted."

—

"Kurokocchi, that was littering you just did."

"…oh. Sorry."