Hello! This is actually a collab by my best friend, henceforth Mania and me, henceforth Pasta. We're a bit crazy and so yeah. Anyway. Inspiration was on the day before our biology exam. I don't even know how that happened. We were talking about me getting a job at the supermarket and then... Well, spontaneous mutation, I guess. And all the ideas (that we have now, minus one) was like done in that 45 minutes before we retired for dinner and to... study?
Chapter 1: whereby Aomine is a lazy pig and a barbie judges his taste
"Good afternoon! It's a great day, isn't it?"
Holding the door of the convenience store, Aomine stared at the owner of the voice. Was he talking to him? The blond cashier beamed back at him. Aomine narrowed his eyes and ignored him, turning his back to him as he walked to the magazine racks. He could almost feel the dejected look on his back and he scowled.
It's too early for this shit.
'Sides, what's this annoying Barbie doing here as a cashier?
The lanky teenager shuffled over the magazines racks, approaching the one where he usually found his favourite gravures. He scanned the covers like an expert and immediately spotted the bountiful assets of his favourite Horikata Mai.
He had seen the previews of the snapshots in the previous magazine, and had been waiting for a month to snag this new edition. Aomine's gaze wandered to the model on the cover page—posing in a revealing nurse uniform, legs wrapped enticingly around an oversized syringe. His eyes immediately zoned in on the seductive look on her obsidian eyes, a slender finger placed on the baby pink lips.
Without a second of hesitation, the hormonal teenager grabbed the magazine off the rack—proceeding to the counter immediately.
All he wanted to do was to get home and indulge in the "bountiful assets" he termed.
Sauntering up to the counter, Aomine set the magazine on the metal surface with an extremely pleased expression.
The male barbie glanced at the title and cover of the teenager's treasure, and his eyes widened slightly.
He coughed, letting slip a small laugh.
Aomine glared.
The blond attendant proceeded to slide the barcode of the magazine over an electronic scanner—but to his surprise (and to Aomine's agitation), there was no indication of the magazine being scanned.
Aomine clicked his tongue, waiting impatiently for the familiar 'beep' while drumming his fingers on the surface of the counter.
At every try, the cashier became more and more anxious. What with a customer glaring down his back, and the immense pressure that he exuded, the attendant found his fingers trembling slightly.
"E-Ehh? Eh?" He panicked, sliding the magazine over the scanner again and again.
Unfortunately for him, Aomine was starting to feel the vein in his head burst.
"Oi, get on with it already," He growled.
The male barbie jumped, startled. "I'm terribly sorry, it's just—this machine…"
"What's a blond dumbass who can't even scan a magazine properly like you doing here?"
The attendant gulped. "Will it be alright if you get another magazine—"
"It's the only one left."
"T-Then can't you choose another model…?"
"No."
"Huh? But why—"
"I only read Mai-chan's."
"There are tons of better models than her…" The attendant muttered under his breath, still in the midst of trying to scan the magazine successfully.
"WHAT?!"
"It's nothing!"
"What are you going to do about this, you stupid blond?"
"Um…If you really can't choose another magazine, then I suggest you wait until the next stock comes...?" The cashier suggested in a small voice.
Aomine was speechless.
This has gotta be the worst day of my life.
The lanky teenager clenched his teeth and balled his fists. "You...I'll fucking remember this—"
"I-It's just a magazine! Please don't—"
"JUST A MAGAZINE?! A BLOND IDIOT LIKE YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND THE BEAUTY OF BIG RACKS—"
"H-Haa? Big racks? What are you—a pervert?"
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A PERVERT YOU STUPID BLOND! EVERY HEALTHY SIXTEEN YEAR OLD SHOULD KNOW THE BEAUTY OF BOOBS!"
"I'm sixteen too! But I don't get this craving! Aren't you just a pervert?" The cashier couldn't resist saying.
"THEN AREN'T YOU THE WEIRD ONE HERE. And what's with those eyelashes? Maybe you are actually a gir—"
The blond's eyes widened—
"You two shouldn't fight in the convenience store, Kise-kun, Aomine-kun." A voice spoke up from beside the raging teenager, abruptly cutting off Aomine.
"Wha—" Aomine drew back in shock.
"Waah, Kurokocchi! Save me!" The blond—Kise—immediately pounced on the light-blue haired teenager.
"Kise-kun, please get off me. You're heavy."
"Tetsu, when have you been here? And you know this asshole?"
"The entire time. Yes."
"Kurokocchi! A ganguro kurosuke pervert was lashing out at me!"
"OI! Who's a ganguro kurosuke pervert?"
"Aomine-kun, are you buying gravure magazines again?"
"So what if I am?"
"Aomine-kun, I believe that the next stock of your favourite gravure model's magazines will arrive next week."
"H-HAAA? Next week? Oi barbie, is that true?" The teenager panicked, turning onto the idiotic blond clinging onto Kuroko.
"Well...yes…"
"Arghh dammit…" Aomine buried his head in his left arm, while his right banged the counter repeatedly. "This is all your fault!"
"Aomine-kun, if you can't wait, you could read it here," Kuroko suggested expressionlessly.
"...ku…" The frustrated sixteen-year-old choked, and surprisingly, contemplated the decision.
But even he could not stand the idea of reading his gravure magazine in public.
Upon the sight of Aomine's distressed expression, Kuroko thought of something else.
"How about going to the next convenience store?" He suggested blankly, turning to his taller friend.
The lanky teenager thought about that.
And then he remembered that the next convenience store was at the train station—which meant that he had to walk the distance of an ENTIRE...carpark.
He was way too lazy to do that.
Aomine could not fathom how people would ever want to walk a carpark-long distance;he would rather use that energy to sleep. That's fucking insane!
And so he gave in.
"Argh, fine. I'll fucking come back next week," He turned to the barbie hiding behind his friend, and shot daggers. "You. You better reserve one for me, you got it?" He voiced dangerously.
Kise nodded his head fervently.
Aomine narrowed his eyes, leaning over Kuroko to catch a glimpse of the name tag on the blond's uniform.
"Kise Ryouta. You're dead if I don't see it next week."
Then he left, making sure to crank the glass doors loudly before sauntering down the road.
Kise let out a sigh of relief. "Kurokocchi, you're a life saver!"
The light-blue-haired teenager turned the edges of his lips up, "I didn't do anything."
Kise beamed in response, and spontaneously grabbed a popsicle from the refrigerator. "My treat!"
Luckily for both the customer and cashier, neither got into trouble for making a din, or making a customer upset.
However, no one did stop and consider: How did Kuroko know that Aomine's gravure magazines would come in stock the next week?
And that's the first chapter. Updates will be inconsistent. And this fic will probably be a cluster of incidents. Also, Mania here has an account of her own here (RunItsMaru) but she barely uses it so.. :/
A review will be greatly appreciated!