Warnings: AoKise. Eating disorder, self-harming etc.
It's not like he ever thought or even dared to dream that Aomine would return his feelings; as far as he knows, the guy's straight. From the very beginning he has been prepared for a broken heart.
Which is why his brain refuses to let him understand what Aomine just said.
"Go out? Wait, you like me? As in, like like?" Kise watches with amusement as Aomine shifts awkwardly, clearly not prepared for this kind of reaction. Well fuck his discomfort, Kise had no idea this would ever be happening and he's definitely more confused than Aomine is.
"So what if I do? You're the one who started liking me first."
"So it's my fault?" Kise sighs, distractedly pulling his sleeves lower. He's fantasised about this happening, of course, but in all the scenarios he's created in his head, Aomine has always treated him very sweetly which, to be honest, is rather un-Aomine. He sighs again. The reality is, of course, far from sweet; only Aomine would be so cocky when asking someone out.
"You know what? If you really like me, you can do a better confession. And if this is a joke, please stop now."
"Why would I joke about something like this?!" Aomine raises his voice, immediately getting the attention of several other customers. Kise frowns.
"Come on, let's leave. We can talk at my place." Kise gets up, taking his tray with him as he leaves their table. Aomine follows behind.
"I thought you'd say yes and we could make this our first date or something," Aomine mutters under his breath, feeling extremely dumb. How the fuck did he end up being the embarrassed one? Wasn't Kise supposed to burst into tears and profess his eternal love while kissing Aomine senseless? No wait, Aomine wants to be the one doing the kissing. But otherwise.
"You want to go on a date with me?" Kise's eyes are wide as he turns to Aomine once they've left the restaurant. Oh great, he heard that. Aomine feels even dumber.
"Isn't that what couples do?"
"…you seriously wanna be a couple with me?"
"I do, damn it! Will you get it through your thick head?!" Aomine swats the back of Kise's head for good measure, feeling about ready to burst. Goddamn Satsuki, why did she think he had to confess now?! He should've waited and make Kise realise his feelings and not just blurted them out when he himself had barely come to terms with it. "I wouldn't confess to a guy as a joke, especially not to you since I already know how you feel and-"
The angry tirade is interrupted by Kise. Or to be more specific, Kise's lips pressing against Aomine's. It's not very long or passionate, more of an experimental type of kiss, yet it still manages to make Aomine's cheeks burn.
Kise steps away with a thoughtful look. "Hmm… you taste like teriyaki burger."
He probably does, considering that's what he just ate at Maji, but that doesn't really matter now. Aomine steps closer, tilting his head to the side, and kisses Kise again. It gives him a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.
"Aominecchi!" Kise tries to sound reprimanding but he's about to burst into laughter so it doesn't convince Aomine at all. After one more kiss he finally realises they're still in public and pulls away.
"Uh, sorry…"
"Don't be. Do you even know how long I've wanted to kiss you?" Kise smiles but there's a definite hint of uncertainty behind it. Oh damn, Aomine didn't sound like he regretted kissing Kise, did he? Because he doesn't, not in the least. He's just not too sure he wants to do that in public. Kise's a model (well, used to be at least) and it could be bad if people recognised him.
To offer Kise comfort, Aomine extends his hand to the blond. That gets him a questioning look.
"Come on, let's go to your place then." The hesitation melts away in an instant as Kise breaks into a smile, stepping closer. Their hands link together, their fingers slowly entwining, and as they start walking, Aomine can't help but think that this is probably what it feels like to be head over heels in love.
(He's so glad Kise's getting better.)
"So you'll be my boyfriend?" In spite of his cocky behaviour, Aomine still needs to hear it from Kise, he needs to know they're really agreeing on what they're getting into.
"Come on, Ahomine! You already know it, right?" Laughter crinkles the corners of his eyes as the blond clings to his arm, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly. Aomine hits Kise on the head again, mumbling something about him being an idiot, but really it's just to prevent the blond from seeing the blush on his cheeks.
He wakes up in the middle of the night and it's dark everywhere.
"…hello?" The silence that greets him is deafening. He shudders. Damn, what is this place? How did I even get here?
He takes a hesitant step forward. No matter where he looks, there's darkness. And he's alone.
"Is anyone there?" His footsteps echo in the void as panic slowly creeps into his heart. It's so dark and quiet and lonely, he wants to get away – wait a minute, there's someone or something behind him. He can feel a stare on his back.
That only makes him feel worse. It's something malevolent, yet familiar, like an old friend that he no longer gets along with.
(To be quite honest he has no doubt about the identity of his stalker so he starts walking faster, trying to get away.)
But no matter how fast he runs, the thing is right on his heels, threatening to swallow him if he stops even for a moment. It's scary and he just wants to get away, to not be alone, why isn't there anyone else there…!
A voice, cold and emotionless, suddenly breaks through the silence. They don't care, Ryouta. Your so-called friends don't care about you at all. That's why they're not here. You gave up on me but I'll always be here to catch you when you fall. And you will.
"You're wrong! I won't fall or come back to you. I'm getting better all the time and it's all thanks to Akashicchi and Aominecchi and everyone else too! So… you can't say they don't care." His voice sounds so small and fragile in this vastness but he ignores it. He needs to stay strong.
Oh? You really think they'll love you even when you're fat and disgusting again?
That stings. His life might not revolve around his weight and the way his body looks anymore but it's still a sore spot. He takes a deep breath – he can't let himself be swept away by the words of the creature that once had him fully in its clutches. "…yes. I trust them."
His phone pings. For a moment Kise remains motionless, still recovering from the weird dream, before he reaches for the phone.
1 new message. Kise blinks, eyelids still heavy with sleep. It's Saturday, who would possibly need to contact him so early in the morning? So annoying. He flips the phone open.
When he sees the text, however, he starts crying and laughing at the same time.
From: Aominecchi
Let's go play basketball today if you're free
See? His friends do care.
A/N: I'm really sorry for taking so long again OTL I haven't been able to write at all lately so all of my stories have been on hold ;u; but don't worry, I'm so close to finishing this fic that there's no way I'd drop it now~~
Um, about the dream Kise has. I've heard that a lot people with an eating disorder think that there's a demon of some sort who tells them not to eat and that's the idea I went for… idk if I conveyed that well, gomen :s
Anyway, thanks for all the support! I think there's only gonna be one or two chapters after this so I hope you'll keep reading until the end. ^3^
