Prompt: Arguing
"Kise. Just shut the hell up." Aomine groaned as he sprawled on the couch of the apartment they shared, palm resting on his forehead. He was worn out from work. Honestly some criminals didn't know when to give up.
Right now he just wanted a drink and some sleep, but Kise was whining about something. "What is it!" He snapped, turning to glare at Kise.
Kise glared right back. "You promised, Aominecchi, but do you remember? No. It has always been work work work for you." Kise crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor.
"What is it this time round?" Aomine barked. "Unlike you, Mr Top Model, my work gets pretty hectic, while all you need to do is sit around and be pretty. Can you just leave me alone?!"
Kise's eyes widened as Aomine shouted at him. "My work is hectic too! I don't just sit around all day and look pretty! You just don't remember, do you. You're the worst, Aominecchi. I hate you!" He grabbed the nearby spatula and flung it at Aomine before fleeing into the bedroom.
Aomine blinked as the spatula hit him in the chest. Wha- A spatula? He rolled his eyes and mentally slapped himself. It was their anniversary and he'd promised to be home early to have dinner with Kise. He glanced at the clock. Ten pm. It was long past the time he'd promised to be home.
Sighing, he took the spatula and slowly opened the door to the bedroom. "I'm sorry Kise, for shouting at you. Forgive me?"
A sniff came from the pile of blankets Kise was buried under, and Aomine held the spatula out. "And I'm sorry for breaking my promise to be home early."
Another sniff, and a voice drifted from the blankets. "You remember now?"
Aomine grimaced. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Here. Take the spatula. I'll let you hit me."
Kise pushed the blankets back, and grabbing the spatula, he hit Aomine on the chest lightly. "I forgive you, you giant oaf." Kise pouted. "But no more forgetting our anniversary or breaking promises, you got it!"
A/N: ...Somehow I feel Kise is slightly off.