Image (Find the * below): Birthday Present
Everyday, Kise dies a little more. He has to watch Aomine bump Kuroko's knuckles. Aomine throwing his arm around Kuroko. Laughing, smiling, teasing Kuroko. Being happy with Kuroko.
He watches them from afar mostly, sighing to himself sadly, but sometimes, he's roped into talking with them, celebrating after a winning game.
What's good about winning if you're not a victor? He thinks to himself, silent, angry. But mostly sad.
There's nothing wrong with Kuroko; he's an amazing person. In fact, Kise feels no contempt for Kuroko at all. Even trying hard to come up with reasons why he is so much better than Kuroko for Aomine, doesn't work out. He always gives up, feeling guilty.
What kind of person thinks like that about their friends? A bad person. He tells himself.
What kind of person wants his friend's man?
A bad person that is hurting.
Kise would rather be a bad person than not love Aomine at all. He knows that it's secretly killing him. Happiness and energy, have diminished. His days, his time- it's all wasted on thinking about Aomine and Kuroko.
Perhaps he's just a masochist? Attracted to Aomine, and captivated to the pain that comes with him.
Kise would rather hurt like this, than not feel a thing.
Sometimes though, he numbs, and wishes that Kuroko, would just disappear. But most days, it just hurts.
He didn't know when the rest of his friends started looking at him differently but it had began with Akashi and Momoi.
The first time he realized they all knew about his feelings?
"Oi, Kise. Kise!"
Kise turns around, trying to hide the sad, tired frown. "Hey Aomine."
These days, he doesn't add the cchi to anyone's name anymore. Not that anyone noticed, especially not his topic of conflict.
Aomine hooked a thumb backwards. "So me and Kuroko-"
Kise tries not to wince but fails miserably. It even hurts to hear Aomine say his name- shouldn't he be saying his? No- stop thinking like that.
"to the movies. Mai-chan is starring in a new one." His grin shows Kise that he still thinks nothing is wrong. "Wanna come with?"
"Sorry, I had a shoot today." Kise lies. "I'm too tired." That statement isn't completely a lie, he's tired from heartbreak.
"Okay." Aomine seems uncertain for a brief moment before he makes this little awkward wave before runni9ng back to Kuroko, who is as unreadable as ever. Kise wonders if Kuroko is smarter than Aomine and can sense how he is feeling.
The next minute, it doesn't matter. They're gone.
Kise sighs to himself. And when Momoi and Akashi sit down on either side of him and began talking to him together, that's when he first realizes it. That he's a model that can fake smiles, but can't fake away his sadness, and that they can both see right through the wall of fragile glass he is.
Their words are gentle, but they're both unsure on making him feel better.
Scratch that, they know how, they know exactly how. But they also know it will never happen- Aomine will never tell Kise he loves him.
The days pass. The weeks pass. The hurt doesn't. All Kise does these days is burn slowly, knowing Aomine and Kuroko will only grow closer and closer as time passes, and that he and Aomine will only break away, faster and faster. Well, considering there's not much left between them, it doesn't matter really.
To distract himself, he tries everything. He finds girls. He spends his nights with as many as he needs to, to get thoughts of Aomine and Kuroko out of his head. But the process both costs too much time to reset, and brings too short of a temporary relief.
So he goes back to trying to find it in him to hate Kuroko. But it's still impossible to do, Kise loves Kuroko like a brother, the way he loves the rest of the Miracles. When the combination of these two still don't work, Kise learns to do something else. He learns to fight.
He picks it up quickly, and becomes so good so quickly, he even starts to make money.
Part of him wishes Aomine never threw a ball at his head. That Aomine never had the impulse to throw it, so they would have never mee. So that Kise couldn't have fallen in love with him, learned to play basketball. Maybe a part of him still enjoys the pain, even now.
But one day, he sees Kuroko and Aomine hugging and it tips him over.
Kise silently slips out of the gym and walks through streets. He eventually finds himself in a ring he's not familiar with, but soon will be. He plans on going all night, till he drops from the pain. On the outside, that is. Cause he's kind of already been dead with it on the inside.
His opponents are all of similar build, heavy, strong, muscled and arrogant expressions, like a pathetic pretty boy like him shouldn't be here because he can't handle getting hurt. Part of Kise wants to retaliate, shout that he's suffered way more pain than they'd ever think to imagine. Either way, soon, he's the one who's laughing. They've all finished on the floor and he's still standing.
After some more time, some more rounds, he can really feel it. Kise is sure the reason the bruises and blood don't look too bad because this stadium is so dark and badly lit. But still he keeps getting up to go for more.
More time has passed. More pain has been inflicted. More pain has been taken and yet, he's still standing. At one point, someone important looking, smiles, and asks him whether he'd be interested in becoming permanent here, followed by offering to have people fetch him ice packs to bring down swelling, and warm drinks to rid the blond in his mouth. Kise declines. He wants to feel everything.
Kise is not sure what time it is when it happens. His current opponent's uninjured face is naturally ugly but he thinks by now, so is his. Still, the other guy is a lot larger, a lot stronger.
Most of it goes by in kind of a blur. Surprisingly, his opponent isn't half as dumb as he looks; he's been picking out Kise's weaknesses one by one and dealing carefully calculated blows. Even with his head throbbing, and his ears ringing from a previous round, Kise recalls the stockpile of moves he's gathered.
Everything is going well, he's feeling pain and he's fighting. But then he slips, and the other guy strikes. Kise feels the guy hitting him in the head, and fuck- it hurts now. He almost wants to get up and yell stop but he doesn't, because, one, he's asked for this, and two, the pain is good. So good, Kise thinks about falling asleep. That's right, he won't fall asleep like he normally does, thinking about Kuroko and Aomine-
But then, the blows abruptly stop and the sleep is slowly driven away from Kise's senses.
The blond looks up to see him.
Yes. Aomine is in the ring.
He has Kise's opponent pinned down but is merciless delivering punches, shouting something furiously. It's incoherent to Kise who's ears continue to ring.
But Kise's eyes still can function perfectly well, and it's definitely Aomine Daiki. There are other people coming into the ring now, trying hard to pull Aomine off who resists their futile efforts. Kise can tell they're all yelling but even though he can't make out the exact words, Kise thinks all of their yells together only contain a fraction of Aomine's unadulterated rage.
"How did you get here?" Kise tries to ask. "Why are you here?" But the words don't come out.
Because everything has faded to black.
Kise wakes up in a hospital bed and the first thing he notices, even before all the people around him, and the place he's in, is the pain. And fuck. Does it hurt like a bitch. It's everywhere. Face. Chest. Stomach. Arms- fuck, even his ass hurts.
The second thing he notices, is the people. All of them are there. Kuroko. Momoi. Akashi. Murasakibara. Midorima.
Kise's heart does a weird, pathetic flop when Kise realizes, he is not here.
They all begin talking at the same time:
"Ki-chan! Are you alright-"
"-who did this to-"
"-I'll have him arrested-"
"-injured in so many places- your ribs-"
"-chin, do you want food? Will it make you feel better?"
He's kinda happy they're all here. But he's still disoriented. "What's going on?:"
Momoi reaches for his hand and flinches as he winces. "Dai-chan found you. He says you were injured like this when he found you but he won't tell us anything else." She's close to hysterics. "What happened? Please, you have to tell me!"
He weakly shakes his head but that hurts too and he stops, mid-shake. "Nothing. I'm alright."
"Kise," Midorima's voice shakes a little and that's what gets Kise to turn his head to him. "You- your chest..." Midorima looks so unsure for once as he swallows. "You had internal bleeding- You could have died!"
Momoi sobs hard and rushes out of the room. Akashi casts a strange, unreadable glance at Kise before he also leaves, maybe to find and comfort her. Midoima silently gives the purple haired giant's hand a tug and surprisingly, Murasakibara follows. They both leave. Now only Kuroko is in the room and he looks a little... Worried. It's a little surprising as Kise isn't used to anything besides a blank expression and the occasional smile.
"Hey Kuroko." Kise tries for a smile. At least those muscles don't hurt to be used. "You can ditch me too, you know this is going to be awkward."
"That's not why they left." Kuroko takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before he looks at Kise again. "I asked them to leave so I could apologize to you."
"Apologize? What for?" Kise is kinda shocked. I should be apologizing for chasing after your boyfriend.
Kuroko looks unsure but he shakes his head and ploughs forwards. "Taking Aomine away from you." Kise opens his mouth to make but Kuroko continues. "I didn't realize how you felt. I'm equally as bad as Aomine-kun."
"Huh?" Kise is bewildered. "What do you mean?"
Kuroko doesn't not blink when he says, "I don't like Aomine. And he doesn't like me."
"What do you mean!" Kise scoffs. This kinda hurts but the incredulous, bitter anger inside him gets the better of him and he growls, "Dammit, Aomine loves you-"
"No, Aomine loves you." Kuroko says this quietly, but he looks into Kise's eyes as he does so. "Momoi and Akashi talked to me in the morning. They told me how you've been feeling with me and Aomine hanging out. But I swear I didn't know." His voice raises a little. "I promise, I never meant to do anything. I didn't mean to-"
Kise doesn't feel faint. In fact, he feels like this large lie helps to clear the cloudiness from his head. He shakes his head, does his best to smile, and softly whispers, "Kuroko, you don't have to say things like that. Just you saying that makes me feel this secret, traitorous wish that Aomine really would love me," As he forces himself to say the words, words he knows he has to say if he ever wants to move on, a sliver of his glass self breaks. "But I know he'll never-"
"Fuck you Ryouta, fuck you." Their topic of interest has suddenly flung the door open and stomps in, growling. His eyes are angry like Kise has never seen before and he's barely able to controls his low, strained voice. "You don't know what you're saying."
True to his nature, Kuroko disappears from the room.
Kise feels a tiny flare of fear at being stuck in a small room with a furious Aomine, having never seen him angry. But the situation is what it is, and Kise has found himself staring into blazing furious eyes. He sighs inwardly. He's too tired to be sorry, too annoyed with Kuroko's lie, too confused by what Aomine is mad is, and in too much pain to be civil. His only way of defense? Go offensive.
Kise tilts his head to the side and laughs sarcastically. "Don't I?"
Aomine's eyes are normally blue, a shade of midnight sky blue that Kise would happily lose himself in, forever. But now, Kise thinks if the midnight sky was to light on fire and burn, it would very closely resemble the dark, smoldering eyes that glare at him right now. He steps right up to Kise's bed who steels his nerves, and manages to not shy away.
Aomine growls a low, "No."
And then he's kissing Kise.
Now let's get one thing clear-Kise has had his share of girlfriends, the occasional guy. But this- this kiss just blew everyone else out of water. And Kise's mind.
Of the little thinking his brain can manage, his thoughts are mangled... He can feel confusion, hungry desire for more, surprise, confusion, but most of all, two feelings he hasn't felt in months. Happiness- where everything he's experienced in the last two months is just melting away like frost in sunlight. And hope- because Aomine, his Aomine Daiki, is kissing him.
And this wasn't a dream. It felt so unreal, the only reason Kise knows for sure this isn't a dream is because his ribs are still aching, and his lungs are protesting for air.
They break away for a moment.
Kise is gasping. He opens his mouth to shout, What the fuck was that? but Aomine crushes their lips together for a second time.
This time, Kise isn't as surprised, so he can feel. It's the craziest, most powerful, most meaningful, most amazing kiss he's ever had. He feels Aomine is rough, just the way he thought he'd be, lips are strong and possessive, demanding absolute submission. Kise will gladly provide it.
But somehow, Aomine is also gentle. Kise can tell Aomine wants to press Kise up against a wall, press kisses into him there as he runs his hands through his messy Kise's hair- not softly cup his cheek, barely gripping the front of Kise's shirt to keep them close, the way he is currently doing.
He's thinking about me. Kise thinks briefly before his thoughts return to the aggressive tongue that is now making its home in his mouth.
When Aomine pulls away, it's over too soon for Kise's liking but he is grateful to inhale more air. His shoulders tremble a little as he tries to gather some form of composure. "What-the-hell," He says in-between ragged breaths. "was that?"
Aomine has taken a few steps back to put some space in between them, and now, looks up incredulously at Kise. "What do you mean, what the hell was that? I should be asking your stupid ass that question, what were you doing at a fucking fighting stadium!?"
Kise doesn't know how he should be feeling right now but the frustration and new confusion make tears begin to burn in his eyes. "If that's all I am to you," A stupid ass, the words echo in his head. "You can leave me there next time. I'm sorry for wasting your time!" If he wasn't in so much goddamn pain, he's storm out of the room but he is, so he can only settle for turning his whole body away from Aomine and lies on his side, slightly gritting his teeth through the sharp pain of shifting.
A frustrated heavy sigh escapes Aomine.
Kise stills, listening.
"Look." Aomine stresses the word so hard, Kise can practically see him tearing a hand through his dark blue hair. "I'm not a romantic guy. I'm not going to go all cheesy on you and apologize, beg for your forgiveness and say I was stupid, tell you some shit about how it's all my fault,"
There is the sound of footsteps.
Kise knows Aomine is beside his bed again. Knows this because he can feel Aomine's fingertips gliding over his back as gentle hands travel down, and plant their selves on the bed.
Aomine leans down and in his ear, whispers, "Because it's your fault too."
Kise rolls onto his back, barely missing squashing Aomine's hands and looks up into stormy dark blue eyes as disbelief takes over the high of kissing his- crush is not the right word, not with all the suppressed feelings he's had for Aomine. "How can you say that you-you-" Kise spits out an impressive string of words that has Aomine's eyes widening. "I spent everyday in hell, forced to watch you and Kuroko get closer and closer-"
Aomine stops leaning over him by pushing off the bed, straightening. He angrily barks out, "What do you mean closer?! Tetsu talked to you and told you I don't like him- I've never liked him!" This time Kise gets to see Aomine losing control, throwing a hand through already messy blue hair as he stalks in a circle, looking for something that can be replaced. "Doesn't spending hours searching for you while everyone else gave up mean anything to you?!" The nightstand goes down in one single, explosive kick and meaningless trinkets spill onto the floor. Daiki yells, "I carried you here in my arms! I kissed you!"
Kise's basketball skills may not on par with Aomine, but his rage is. How is this my fault? "So what?" He wants to break or hit something too, but even Aomine is standing out of range so he just yells, "Those things can't change anything! It's not like that they mean anything to you!"
Aomine seems to be defeated. Teeth gritted, eyes closed, quiet and low, he breaths, "It does when it's with the person I spent two years loving."
Before Ki9se's brain has begun the process of comprehending, Aomine has raked his hand through his hair one last time, and fled the room.
Kise can hear his own breathing. As he lonesomely lies in his bed, he wishes there was music, a fan whirring, something to drown out the thoughts clambering over one another for his attention. The sad clock that lies on the ground tells Kise it's been a while since Aomine has left. But that doesn't mean he's going to sleep. He doesn't even know if he wants to- thinking, trying to find some sort of sense of clarity hasn't worked so far...
Briefly, he wonders why no one from the hospital has come to speak with him yet.
Time trickles by like water leaking from a broken tap. Slow. Painstakingly slow.
"Aominecchi, just one more?"
"No."
"Please? Pleaseeeee?"
"Alright!" Aomine would smile, with not just his mouth but his eyes too. "But only because it's you."
"Teach me how to fight?"
"Why?"
"Momoi said when you play street ball, you get into fights sometimes."
"So?"
"Teach me!"
"Why?"
"Cause I wanna be more like you!"
Aomine turns serious to carefully study him. Then breaks out into laughter. "You're too pretty to be hit." When he smiles, he adds, "And be yourself. I like you. Uh- I mean, being yourself."
They're on the couch playing video games as usual, Kise is leaning against Aomine, head resting on Aomine shoulder. Aomine doesn't seem to mind the blond hair that spills on his shoulder.
But suddenly, the game is paused and Aomine moves away. Kise lets out a squeak as he falls sideways on the couch. Aomine bends over and fidgets with something under the couch. Kise lets out a huff. Did Aomine really pause the game to pick at a piece of lint?
"W hat was that for?"
"I..." Aomine seems uncharacteristically shy. "I got you a birthday present." He promptly hands Kise a tiny golden box the size of a pencil sharpener.
"A omine getting someone a present?" Kise is extremely happy but he tries to hide it behind a smirk. "This really is a special day isn't it?"
"Baka!" Aomine slaps him in the back of his head. "Keep up the sarcasm and you'll get hurt. I don't care if it's yo ur goddamn birthday!"
Uh... he may be bluffing here.
Kise isn't listening. He's opened the box, and flung his arms around Aomine in a quick, tight hug, but has then flew off the couch wi9thout a word.
"Hey?!" Aomine yells. "Don't I get a thank you?!"
When he doesn't, Aomine decides retribution must be seen too, and resumes the game. He quickly offers Kise's character to a monster horde, and he dies a slow, tortuous death.
The real Kise returns shortly and the moment he does, Aomine's eyes flee from the screen and fly to the controller so he can hastily pause the game. He looks up and his mouth drops open a little.
Wearing the ultramarine blue earring Aomine has picked out, Kise looks even more amazing than usual. The earring itself physically doesn't really change anything, Kise will look good in anything.
Today, the model seems uncharacteristically shy, standing at the doorway of the living room, looking at his feet, awaiting comment.
Aomine swallows hard before he manages, "You look really nice."
"Thanks." Kise is still standing awkwardly but his eyes meet Aomine's and his smile widens a little further. "So... you like it?"
"I thought I was supposed to be asking you that?" Aomine mumbles. Sunlight catches on the tiny piece of jewelry and injects Aomine with the thought that Kise could outshine any star, literal and figurative. "'s your present."
"I love it! You're the best."
"Damn right I am. " Aomine pats the spot beside him and Kise takes it, before grabbing his controller.
Kise frowns as his character is resurrected. "Why am I dead?"
"Uh..."
Finished with floating down Memory River, Kise is mostly asleep. But when the door clicks open and dim light floods into the dark room, his eyes are open immediately and his body automatically tenses up. It's pretty obvious who it is.
He shifts his body so he can see Aomine properly. Then quietly mumbles a, "Hey," unsure if Aomine is still feeling angry- hell, he's not even sure what he's feeling. The confusion of his current level should come with a warning label and a manual guide on how to handle it.
"You're still awake." It's a statement, not a question. Kise notes how Aomine sounds exhausted like he's been trying to sleep but has been kept up with troubling thoughts. Just like Kise.
Have you been reminiscing too? Kise wonders before pointing out, "So are you."
Aomine's eyebrows flick up, then return. He's surprised. Is he surprised Kise is no longer angry for his idiocy?
"Yeah... I... I guess... I am." Aomine's mouth forms weird shapes between each word; he's on the brink of saying something else but he chickens out every time. That's too bad, because Kise doesn't want to play this vague game. He's done with this ride of turmoil, he wants to know the truth.
"You said you spent two years loving me." Something lodges inside Kise's throat and he can't breath. Not until he hears the answer.
"Yeah. I did."
The immediate relief is so instantaneous, Kise unintentionally then blurts out, "How did it happen?" Though once he has, he doesn't regret asking.
For the first time today, Aomine smiles. His teeth don't flash and his eyes aren't happy and the smile is small, and not the kind that proudly stretches across his face, but it qualifies as a smile nonetheless. "See, one day, I met this guy... He wasn't like anyone I'd ever met before..."
Although Kise loves clichés and is usually a sucker for them, this one doesn't work for him and he skeptically eyes Aomine. "Did you write a list of reasons why you- you love me?" He tries not to stumble over the last three words but it's still hard for him to believe that Aomine kindaaaaaaa does.
"Yeah dumbass," Aomine's sarcasm reassures Kise that this is Aomine. "That's exactly what I did, because I'm such a sweetheart."
"Calling me names isn't helping you know." Kise pouts, quite accidentally. He bites his tongue when he realizes his mistake- how he's slipped back into his regular childish, easy-going attitude he takes when they banter, and is about to mutter a sorry when a smirk appears on Aomine's face.
"You know, sometimes you remind me of a dog. You're dumb, needy and whiny-"
And just like that, the balance of the atmosphere tips and they're acting like it's just a regular day between them as best friends.
Kise protests before he realizes he's setting himself up for a trap, slipping even more into his usual persona.
"But," Aomine's devilish smirk widens as he, of his own free will, says, "I even like that goofy part of you 'cause it makes you fun." Before Kise can say anything, Aomine gets closer to his bed and continues, "I also like your determination. You never give up in our one on ones, even though you know you're gonna lose. "
Kise's ears burn hotly and he knows he is blushing and he knows Aomine knows this too because his dark blue bangs shake as he laughs, "Your face is red."
"Shut up Aominecchi," Kise mutters, complaining yet again. But after he does, he decides it's okay- If Aomine is okay with dealing their problem like this, so is he. In fact, he kinda likes it hen he's focusing on Aomine, because he doesn't even remember he's in physical pain. Aomine is basically his anesthetic.
Some of the teasing, joking look disappears from Aomine's features but his smile becomes brighter. "You called me Aominecchi."
"Did I now?" Kise pretends to not recall. But the pinkish red that stains his cheeks gives him away and Aomine laughs again.
"Shut up and tell me more."
"More what?"
"More things you like about me."
"God," Aomine wrinkles his nose and Kise feels a thrill of delight to see that familiar action- like this is just another normal day in their lives. Except that Kise's unrequited love is not so unrequited anymore. "Did we not go through the part where I said I don't do cheesy shit like that?"
"Do it for me?"
"No."
"Do it for me."
"No."
"Do it pleaseeeee?"
"No. You're getting on my nerves now Kise."
"Pleaseeeeeeeeee?"
"Shut up!"
"I love you." The words slid out of his mouth so easily, it takes Kise a few couple of seconds to realize those words have jumped out his mouth, and not Aomine's. Something inside him sparks warmly.
So far, it's the first time he's said 'the words' out loud.
Aomine seems equally surprised. In a slightly muted voice, says, "I kinda like you too."
Kise wants to laugh- Aomine was the first to say the words, was the first to kiss Kise, was the first to outwardly confess-but now he refuses to say them?
This calls for dirty tactics.
"Yeah?" Kise slyly says, "Well I kinda like Momoicchi, and Midorimacchi and-"
"Gross! Satsuki's like my sister!"
"Well she's not mine." Kise grins for two reasons, one to piss Aomine off, the other because he's happy. How the hell does their friendship- relationship, his mind suggests- work like this, changing without a damn about the mood?
"Fine! I love you." Aomine says, looking annoyed, scooting even closer to Kise. Theye both know he's not. "Are you happy?"
How can I not be? "Yes." Kise's smile loses its teasing quirks and replaces them with pure, untainted joy. He's unbelievably happy-the last time he was anywhere close to being this happy was when they'd won nationals together.
The thought, I'd trade a thousand championship wins just for this day, briefly crosses his mind. Kise smiles even brighter, because he means it without any regrets. "I really am."
Aomine seems satisfied with this because a smile shows through the filter of his 'annoyed' exterior. If possible, Kise's smile grows even bigger at the sight of Aomine's. Against his will, the ace of Teiko's smile enlarges too, and like a damned loop, this repeats until they're smiles are so big they burst into laughter at the same time like the two stupid idiots they are.
It takes a while for them to sober up, but when they do, Aomine softly asks, "Kise?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we gonna finish our fight?" Aomine doesn't want to hurt Kise but he wants things to be out of the way and completely clear. And he'll spend as much time as needed to convince Kise, he's the one and that there's no one else. Especially not Tetsu- bleh, just thinking about it is groooooossssss.
Kise doesn't seem surprised and Aomine thinks Kise feels the same about having everything clear and out in the open. Though he does look a little unsure. "I think..." Kise looks up into Aomine's eyes as he honestly continues, "I think we kind of already did."
"Are you sure? I want you to know I meant every word I said." Aomine lets those words ring out for a second before choosing to ruin the moment by scratching his head and coughing. "Not that I remember any of those words."
Kise is back to laughing. His blond mop of hair and shoulders both shake as he giggles on the bed. "I know you do. "
"Sooooooo-"
"Yes, I know you meant every word you said." Kise smiles. It's still a little hard to believe what is happening but Kise is not going to question it. "Are we done with the awkward talk?"
"I thought those were my lines," Aomine complains. "I'm supposed to be the masculine one, you're one who uses makeup-"
Kise protests, "My job requires me to!"
"And cries-"
With dignity, Kise says, "Only true men show their feminine side."
"And wants to do 'relationship talk'."
"Oh that reminds me!" Kise's amber eyes sparkle mischievously. "Before anything happens in our relationship,"
Aomine lets out a pleased, "Mmmmm." He likes those words, almost as much as Kise likes saying them. "Yes?"
"I want you to do two things."
Aomine lets out a groan. After all, he needs to keep his image. "No."
Although he probably will end up doing them, just to see Kise happy.
Kise easily ignores him. "First, you have to take me on an official first date."
Aomine bites his tongue hard, tempted to say, "What, this doesn't count?" But even he knows better than that.
"And second," Kise's voice drops to a sultry whisper as he gazes up at Aomine with those long eyelashes and those glowing, amber eyes. "I want another kiss."
Aomine complies way to eagerly.