It was incredibly weird to be walking through Aomine's house with Momoi at his side, Kise decided. Aomine's mother hadn't seem surprised by Momoi appearing early in the morning, but she hadn't been able to completely hide her shock that someone else had come to visit her son as well.

From what Kise remembered of the woman from previous visits back in middle school, she had the patience of an absolute saint and tried her hardest to keep Aomine interested in something, anything. Kise felt bad about unexpectedly entering her home, but Momoi had assured him that Aomine's mother was truly grateful to anyone willing to reach out to her often-difficult son.

"Dai-chan!" Momoi sang as she shoved Aomine's door open, letting light filter in and disturb the darkness. Kise could make out a lump of blankets in the middle of the western-style bed, Aomine grumbling loudly from somewhere underneath them.

"Up, up, up!" Grabbing the ends of the blankets, Momoi gave them an almighty tug, ignoring the way Aomine's grumbling got both louder and more irritated. Everything went slipping off the bed and Momoi dumped it on the floor, ensuring that Aomine couldn't possibly hide under it again.

"Oh my god!" Kise screeched, slapping his hands over his eyes when his brain processed what he had seen. Sure, he'd seen Aomine naked in the locker room before, but he definitely hadn't been expecting to cop an eyeful of Aomine's exposed dick while Momoi acted like this was nothing out the ordinary. "Why would you sleep naked?"

Actually, now that he thought about it, maybe this wasn't unusual. Risking a peek through his fingers, Kise saw Aomine scratching casually at his stomach just above his patch of blue pubic hair and whirled around, promising himself that he wouldn't look again until he knew that Aomine was dressed.

Momoi sounded legitimately distressed on Kise's behalf as she apologised over and over again, and if Kise didn't know any better, he would think that something was going on between the two for her to have seemingly forgotten that not everyone often saw their friends naked.

"Why's he even here?" Kise heard Aomine grunt as mattress springs squeaked, Momoi apparently successful in her attempts to get Aomine into a standing position.

Kise didn't turn around, letting Momoi answer while he tried to avoid getting the image of Aomine's cock burnt into his memory. "He's coming shopping with us, of course. Now hurry up and put these on."

"If he's going then why do you need me? It's Sunday, you should let me sleep."

"We can't buy you clothes without you being there," Momoi replied, sounding exasperated. "Ki-chan, it's safe to turn around now."

Taking a deep breath, Kise turned around, only letting it out when he saw Aomine standing there in cargo pants and a sleeveless shirt. When dark blue eyes met his own, Aomine winked and even though Kise knew he was being mocked, he still felt his cheeks burn.

"Quit staring, you've had your free show."

"Dai-chan," Momoi warned, hands balled on her hips as she glared up at her friend. "Be nice."

Momoi didn't seem bothered by the insults that Aomine muttered under his breath as he tucked his wallet and phone into his pockets, and so Kise ignored them too, realising that it was just part of their usual dynamic.

It felt a little uncomfortable to be intruding on their day, but Momoi seemed to genuinely want him there and so Kise let his discomfort roll off his back.

It soon became perfectly obvious why Momoi had invited him as they made their way to the station and then onto the train. Aomine barely made any sounds beyond yawns the entire time, but Momoi was animated and bubbly as she discussed everything from basketball and school to celebrity gossip and fashion trends with Kise.

Kise was slowly beginning to realise that Momoi probably didn't have too many friends outside of Aomine, and he wouldn't have been surprised to find out that other people were envious of her looks and her intelligence. He vaguely remembered something like that happening at Teiko, where some of the students started vicious rumours regarding the girl who spent most of her time with the male basketball team, despite the fact that Momoi had never shown interest in anyone who wasn't Kuroko.

People could be so cruel, Kise reflected as he told Momoi about the time he'd met an actor she really liked, enjoying the way her face lit up upon learning that the man was just as friendly as he seemed.

When the train stopped at the correct station and they made to get off, Kise felt Momoi's arm link with his and he smiled, enjoying the purely platonic contact even as Aomine rolled his eyes and made derisive comments.

"Don't be jealous, Dai-chan," Momoi announced as she led the two boys towards the first store. "It's not every day that I get to have a model on my arm."

Coming from anyone else, Kise would have thought that it was the same nonsense he heard from his fan club: proof that people wanted him around because of what he did more than who he was as a person. He could tell that Momoi was just stirring Aomine though, and in any case, he knew that she thought his basketball was far more important than his modelling work.

Momoi only let him go when they entered the store, immediately sending Kise off in search of pants while she looked at shirts. Despite the fact that Kise would usually have had the time of his life choosing clothes for someone else, he was finding it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand.

Every time he held something up and tried to imagine how it would look on Aomine, he just kept circling back to how the man looked naked. Even reminding himself that it was Aomine and he was just terrible barely helped at all.

In the end, he just grabbed a couple of pairs of jeans that he thought might fit without being too tight, because it couldn't be comfortable trying to fit something that big in-

Kise could have screamed, but he bit his tongue and made his way back to where Aomine was following Momoi around and looking every bit the bored boyfriend people probably thought he was. Dumping the jeans into Aomine's arms, quickly followed by Momoi doing the same with the shirts she was carrying, the pair of them ushered Aomine into the changing rooms and set up posts nearby.

"I can't play basketball in any of these," Aomine griped after a few minutes of silence, slamming open the door and stepping out in black jeans and a tight grey graphic T-shirt. Kise couldn't help but silently applaud his ability to accurately size someone, even if the jeans weren't quite as loose as he would have liked. They clung just a little too well to Aomine's muscular thighs, making the blond swallow hard.

Momoi on the other hand was walking a circle around Aomine, pulling on fabric and adjusting things as she saw fit. "You're not meant to play basketball in these, that's the whole point."

Aomine just scowled and crossed his arms, displeasure radiating from every pore on his body.

"Buy those jeans, but I think you should leave the shirt. Ki-chan?"

"Hmm?" Kise asked distractedly, belatedly realising that he was meant to be giving opinions that weren't just 'he looks hotter than he should'. "Oh, yeah, you're right, Momocchi."

Momoi's smile was uncomfortably knowing, Kise mumbling an excuse and wandering off to check out some of the racks he didn't get to. He left the appraisals to Momoi, feeling absolutely unsettled by how much Aomine was driving him to distraction.

Big dick or not, Aomine was a boob-obsessed jerk who only ever thought about himself. Well, except for that time he'd punched Haizaki. And the time he helped Kuroko learn to shoot. And all the times he'd stopped people from being mean to Momoi.

Fuck.

For the rest of the shopping trip, Kise had his head in the clouds even more than usual, trying to sort out his confused thoughts while not giving away anything more than he already had. Eventually Momoi sat the pair of boys down on a bench, Aomine carting around several bags and Kise having only one of his own, telling them to stay put while she did one last thing.

They both watched as she disappeared into a lingerie shop, Aomine rolling his eyes before slumping back on the bench, legs spread wider than any form of etiquette would ever allow. Kise could feel his body heat from how close they were, and was looking for a way out when he spotted a book store, making his excuses and practically running in.

When he finally made his way back to the bench, glossy magazine in hand, Aomine barely even reacted, continuing to idly watch the people walking past. It was only when Kise opened the magazine, flicking through it until he stopped on the first page of the fashion spread he'd done earlier in the month, that he felt Aomine shift ever so slightly.

A quick sideways glance showed that Aomine was trying to be nonchalant as he looked at the photos of Kise, and so the blond angled the magazine just a little more towards Aomine. The shoot had turned out really nicely, especially the shirtless photos that were apparently meant to highlight the watch on Kise's wrist. Aomine didn't offer any comments, but he didn't move away until Momoi returned and Kise shut the magazine, and so Kise was willing to count that as a win.

Because he apparently wanted the damn basketball idiot to pay attention to him.

"You finally done?" Aomine asked abrasively as he stood up, trying to look into the small bag Momoi was holding and lifting an arm to protect his face as she immediately swung it at him. "Dunno why you even bother with that stuff, not like anyone ever sees it."

"It's not about other people," Momoi sniffed as she began walking away, the two boys catching up and bracketing her on either side as they headed back towards the station. "I just happen to like looking nice for myself."

Aomine scoffed, looking like that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard, and as the pair began to bicker Kise found himself laughing, chest feeling light and warm. Despite everything, he'd had more fun doing something outside of basketball than he had in a long time, and he hoped that Momoi and Aomine wouldn't tire of him too quickly.