The "Moment" Syndrome

=Let's meet down the aisle=

Aomine doesn't do grocery shopping. He either ropes his roommate into it or orders food. Everything that needs to include effort from his side is brushed off, unless it's life or death situation. So as long as he has the means to get food, and poor Sakurai can never say no to him, he will use them just so he doesn't have to get out of the bed.

Until Sakurai leaves to visit his parents and doesn't do shopping beforehand.

And only then it dawns on Aomine that he has no food at 9PM when his stomach growls. His paycheck was next week so he didn't really have much money on him to buy something expensive. Snacks will do. And that stale cheese and salsa in the fridge. He just needs few cups of ramen and he'll be set. He's not rich, okay?

So at 9PM, dressed in messy hoodie and sweatpants, barefoot and in slippers, Aomine took his first trip to the nearest grocery store in last four months.

Yawning, he wandered around the store, looking for a snack section, ignoring people that were giving him weird looks for the state of his clothes. Together with his hunched over posture and messy hair, Aomine looked like some homeless guy. But he didn't care. Ramen was right in front of him, his savior, so other people didn't matter.

Until he realized that another person grabbed the same ramen package as he did.

The last ramen package.

"Oi bastard, let go of that," Aomine grumbled in low voice, giving the other guy a nasty look. No one messes with his food, not even this piece of sun that's hurting his eyes at 9PM.

"As if," blond hissed, tugging the box towards him. "I took it first and I need it more."

This guy's pitched voice was grating on Aomine's nerves so much that he wanted to punch him. Or was that Aomine's stomach growling?

Aomine's fingers dug deeper into the box, now face to face with the idiotic blond, gritting his teeth: "Listen here, pretty face. If you want to keepyour face pretty, you'll let go of the box."
The guy sneered: "Barking down the wind won't lead you anywhere, ganguro."
"Bitchface."
"Asshole!"
"Whore!"
"SLUT!"

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING DOWN THERE!?"

Aomine jumped at the voice- he had to, he was so into the fight with this idiot that he forgot he was actually in grocery store. Grocery store that has only one package of ramen left with security guards.

"Security, we need help here," clerk waved at the man in uniform.

In the blurry of motion and distraction, Aomine ripped the box out of the stranger's hands and did what normal, not overly rich, hungry person would do- run down the aisle.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE! THAT'S MY RAMEN!"
"SECURITY, GET THEM! THEY ARE STEALING!"

Aomine didn't know that the basketball he played in his youth would come to help him now. He was still as fast as before, so much that he scared shit out of the clerk at cash register. Before the guy could even react, he threw money at him and disappeared from the store.

-0-0-0- Two days later: -0-0-0-

"What do you mean "BANNED FROM THE STORE"!? I need food damn it!"
"I'm sorry sir, but the commotion you caused last time got our manager to take measures against you."

The clerk slammed the door in Kise's face, leaving him baffled and confused and oh so much hungry!
Not having the choice, Kise picked up his stuff and left the front of the store. There's no point in hanging around if they are not going to let him in. And it was that idiot's fault! Hot idiot, but still idiot! He'll never forgive him! Sure he needed to eat a bit healthier as a model, but when there's no photo shoot, there's no money so he needs to choose wisely and save up enough to last him until he does have a job.

"Piece of shit, I hate him so MUCH, UGH! I WANT TO PUNCH HIS STUPID FACE!" He angrily kicked random tin can that was on the street, seething.

Two streets down, Kise finally managed to find another grocery store- the one he wasn't banned from. Yet. With a sigh, he entered and hunted down the aisle that contained instant food and his current favorite- ramen.

Only to be greeted by those same wide shoulders, tall frame and dark scowl on handsome face.

Kise stopped right in front of him. And glared. And he caught the other's attention, so he was glared at as well. Maybe this was what all those writers call 'calm before the storm', because Kise could feel electricity rise around them as they stared each other down.

The stranger spoke up first: "…banned from the other store?"
Kise bit inside of his cheek: "…same goes for you I assume?"

There was a moment of silence.

And then both of them started laughing. The clerk that was restocking the shelf in the next aisle peered around the corner and shook his head.
Kise wiped his eyes and took deep breath, offering hand for handshake:
"Kise Ryouta."
"Aomine Daiki."

-0-0-0- A week later -0-0-0-

"We should stop meeting like this. They'll throw us out again."
Kise laughed. "Well, if they do, I guess we will have to find another store to be kicked out from."
"Until we are banned from all stores?"
"I guess so."

They stepped outside of the store and Kise took out his umbrella. The rain was pretty bad these days.
"I'll see you later then, Aominecchi!"

And then, Aomine's basketball skills came in handy for the second time in less than two weeks. It was some kind of miracle.
Only now he scared Kise when he appeared in less than ten seconds in front of him- that's how much Aomine needed to find his resolve.

"So… wanna come over and have some coffee? I only have cheap one, but you can add plenty of milk. You won't be able to tell difference."
The confusion from Kise's face was gone in matter of seconds and was replaced with smile brighter than the Sun.

"Yeah. I'd love to."