Aomine let out a sigh as he heard the footsteps outside of the door slowly fade. It was just his luck that he had to run into Kise while he was with Misa. The devilish girl had made a point in making it known to everyone, including Kise, that they were an item now. After he had agreed to date her, she had insisted they spend time together during the weekend but Aomine was quick to make up some excuse that his parents needed him to run some errands.
Unfortunately, she had texted him everyday in the morning and night, wishing him well and it would have been nice if it weren't for the fact that Aomine wasn't interested—at all. He almost felt bad for her, that she was so hung up on him, but he wasn't gullible enough to forget what she had done to get him. Did she really not care that he didn't like her, much less love her? Or was Aomine another tool for her?
He wasn't sure, but nonetheless he would play along with her until she got bored, until she moved onto her next interest, and he hoped that was sooner than later. He wasn't sure how long he could keep up this charade.
Aomine slowly looked into the mirror, taking in his disheveled appearance as he recalled the expression on Kise's face earlier. Clearly the blonde wasn't happy to see him. And Aomine gritted his teeth at the thought that the model hated him now. Of course, he wasn't completely innocent, he had said, and done, things that had hurt Kise but if he had been able to stop the blonde before he left school that day, maybe things would have been different.
If no one had stood in his way, and he had explained himself, Kise might've given him a second chance. But it was too late now. Now he was with Misa and instead of spending his lunch time playing basketball with Kise he would spend it as arm candy to her. He had been dragged out of the class minutes after the bell rang, being pulled to the girl's class as she introduced him to her friends.
He had played along, knowing she probably wanted them to come off as a believable couple and he knew simply standing there wouldn't be enough. But as the lunch hour continued and Misa shifted closer, he soon realized what she wanted, and wasn't surprised when she placed a hand on his thigh. It didn't take long before she excused them and pulled him towards the nearest washroom, wasting no time pushing him into a stall and straddling his legs. Aomine didn't have much protests with her actions, knowing to him it was only sex, but still feeling guilty as he remembered Kise's heartbroken face from Friday.
For him he had always viewed sex as an isolated event, an act solely meant for pleasure that was separate from emotions or feelings, but— that had been before Kise.
Before Kise, he could sleep with someone one day and forget about them the next, because he knew that if he had any feelings for them it would end the same way his first relationship did, the person would eventually get bored of him and move onto someone else.
Now however, he hated the thought of Kise getting bored of him or moving on. He hated picturing the blonde with someone else, someone other than him. And he wanted more than anything to monopolize everything about the other. Because Kise was his. Or at least he should be.
Frowning slightly, he recalled the way blonde looked as he wore the waiter uniform and couldn't help but think he looked rather princely. With the black slacks, white button up and black vest, he couldn't help but appreciate how good the other looked.
It was a shame he couldn't tell him that.
Sighing in frustration Aomine finally pushed off the counter, making sure he didn't look like he had just gotten a blowjob and swiftly left the washroom, heading back to his class where he hoped his shift would go by quickly. He couldn't handle another second being in the same room with Kise.
Kise slowly walked back into the class, stopping at the doorway as he heard a whistle from one of the guys he had eaten lunch with earlier.
"Damn, the girls are going to love you." Takamura said as he looked the blonde up and down. "I bet it'll be packed today."
Kise held back a blush at the complement, feeling slightly out of place at the attention he was getting. It was common when it came from girls, and most of the time they were polite about it, pointing out he looked good, but when it came to another guy it caught him off guard, although he appreciated it all the same.
"We should bring you on the next group date, maybe the girls will fall for me after they get rejected by you." Nanao said, as he slung an arm around Kise's shoulder.
"Oh, please you think they'll care if they get rejected. I bet they wouldn't even look at you with Kise in the room." Kasama piped up and Kise laughed as the pair began to bicker, letting his shoulder relax as the tension from earlier dissipated from them.
A few minutes later he was called by one of the girls to help set up and excused himself from the group, telling them he'd catch up with them later and quickly giving them his number so they could add him to their group chat. He smiled as he received a few text messages seconds later as he headed behind the dividers to where the rest of the people for the first shift were.
In a class of about thirty, a third of them seemed to be taking the first shift that lasted about an hour and a half before they were dismissed. A couple of people were in charge of plating the pastries and making the tea, coffee and other beverages with the rest being in charge of seating and serving.
Unsurprisingly Kise was placed on serving and he was grateful when he heard Aomine, who had just made it into the class, was dealing with seating. He figured Aomine would've ended up in that position as serving or preparation wouldn't have gone over well if he was placed there.
He almost laughed as he thought of Aomine trying to plate pastries but stopped himself as he realized just how much he was thinking of the other. He needed to get over him.
Shifting his attention back to the girl who was going over the details of each position he began to listen.
"If it gets busy during the shift it would help if the people that are seating the customers to take the orders and hand them off to a server, that way we can get things done faster. Just remember to tell them who ordered what." She explained before she turned her attention to the people who didn't have a classroom shift that day.
Another third of the class was expected to hold signs that had been made near the front gates and entrance of the school, with rotating shifts with the remaining third every hour. Kise had checked his schedule if he had any of those shifts but realized he had been appointed a waiter for the entirety of the festival and he was almost grateful that he didn't have to stand outside for so long.
Eventually Kise zoned out as she detailed to the rest of the class what they were expected of doing with the signs. As he shifted his attention away from the girl, he unintentionally wondered back to where Aomine was standing. Kise frowned at how handsome the other looked in the waiter uniform, and he would have brushed it off once again, like he had done in the washroom, if he didn't notice the stares the other was getting from a few of the girls.
It rubbed him the wrong way, more than he thought it would, but then again Ryouta should have expected as much with how Aomine took his breath away with how handsome he looked sometimes. This was one of them.
Nevertheless, Kise shifted his attention back to closing comments said by their teacher, failing to see that there was twice as many people looking at him.
The festival was lively as visitors flooded through the front gates, eager to see what each class had to offer. Some classes had decided to set up booths near the front courtyard of the school, selling food and mediating games, where as others transformed their class into different attractions.
Aside from a café, Kise noted there was a play, a haunted house, and other unique but profitable events that were being thrown by different classes. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to stop by to visit any of the other rooms as their café quickly filled with curious visitors or girls hoping to get a glimpse of the handsome waiters.
However, around half way through his shift he noted as the next group of visitors entered the class. Kise paused as he watched Aomine seat them, before he approached and as he drew closer, he noted a familiar face and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Shougo, what are you doing here?" Kise asked in surprise, failing to notice Aomine as he held a notepad in his hand ready to take the groups order. He frowned as he watched the blonde burst into a warm smile as he greeted his friend, but didn't bother to intervene, too curious to see what the blonde's relationship was with the other.
He certainly looked familiar, but Aomine couldn't place the face to the name.
"You said you had a school festival today, and since ours started this week I had some free time. Why not come see you in a maid outfit."
Kise blushed as he watched the table laugh, noting how the girl next to Haizaki leaned in to him as she heard the joke.
"I told you, I'm a waiter." He said, frowning a bit but there was no heat to the words. It was at that moment Aomine decided to clear his throat and shift the attention from Kise to him.
"Sorry, can I take you order? We're getting backed up." He said casually, tilting his head to the line at the door. He watched as the two girls nodded as they saw him, clearly eager to let him take their order but as he locked eyes with the silver haired teen, he noted a small glint in the other's eyes.
Maybe he was thinking too much about it but Aomine didn't like the way the others gaze shifted from him to Kise and back to him, as if he knew something about them. And that was the moment when he realized why the teen looked so familiar. He was the guy Kise had gone out to play basketball with. That friend from a different school. Aomine shifted a little as he realized he was also the guy he accused Kise of fucking shortly after sleeping with him. He knew there hadn't been any truth to it, but it still didn't make him happy to see Kise so comfortable with him.
"I'll get a coffee." The silver haired teen finally answered after Aomine had jotted down the two girls' orders. "Two sugars, two creams."
Aomine simply nodded before turning his attention to the last boy, scribbling his order down before ripping the paper off the notepad and handing it to Kise, taking the time to whisper into the other's ear as he did. "Does he know about us?"
The question seemed to catch Kise off guard as he suddenly pulled away but quickly composed himself as he received a few stares. The blonde leaned into Aomine a few seconds later to whisper his response.
"We're not talking about this here. If you want to know, I can tell you after our shift." He advised, knowing brushing the topic off wasn't going to help them. With that, Kise swiftly grabbed the paper and headed towards the dividers to get the food.
It was nice to have a few words with Haizaki and his friends as he served them their orders, making sure to check up on the other tables as he kept a watchful eye at the door. The girls complemented him on his serving skills, noting that he could pass as a real waiter if he wanted and he thanked them for their flattery. As for Haizaki he asked Kise about his team and how basketball was going, throwing in some teasing words, as they finished up their food.
It was only fifteen minutes later when the group stood from their table, passing by Kise who was serving another table, on their way out.
"Your boyfriend doesn't seem so happy to see me, Ryouta." The blonde heard, and Kise whipped his head around to glare at the other teen, knowing the basketball player was only teasing him, but still not appreciating it. Unfortunately, before the blonde could scold the other, Haizaki was headed to the door, calling out a final farewell as the group waved good-bye.
"Bye, Ryouta. Text me when you want to meet up."
The comment would have been normal, even nice, if it weren't for the fact that Aomine came up behind him seconds later, his chest hitting Kise's back as he whispered into his ear.
"I'm off now. Meet me in class 2-C, it's empty, we can talk there." He informed as he pushed past the model seconds later.
Kise sighed as he walked to the second-year classrooms, dreading the conversation that would ensue the moment he met with Aomine. It wasn't like it was a big deal what he had told Haizaki, if anything, he hadn't mentioned much, but Aomine didn't know that. And although he would have been easier to lie and say that Haizaki didn't know about them, he knew that the power forward wouldn't drop the topic so easily, especially if he didn't want rumors about them spreading around.
Because their relationship was supposed to be kept secret, like the way Aomine had wanted.
Frowning slightly, Kise gently slid the door open, walking in to see Aomine seated on one of the desks, idly playing on his phone before looking up towards him.
"Took you long enough."
"I had to tell the next person what tables I was in charge of." Kise defended himself.
Aomine only scoffed as he put down his phone, getting straight to business. "So, tell me, that guy earlier, did you tell him about us?"
Kise stiffed at the cold gaze the other shot him as he stepped forward only to stop at the podium near the front of the class, leaning on the front of it, directly in front of Aomine.
"He knows we've—been intimate. Not in detail but I did mention some… things." Kise explained, recalling the discreet details he had told Haizaki. "I never mentioned your name, but I guess when he saw you—he figured it out himself."
It was silent for was few seconds as Aomine seemed to be taking in the new information, until he frowned altogether. "Weren't you the one that wanted to keep all of that secret? Or was I one of many people you talked about?"
Kise knew what Aomine was implying with the question and he immediately glared at the other teen. "I'm not a slut you Aomine. I don't screw around with multiple people at once."
"Hmm, it's a good thing we're not screwing around anymore. Maybe he'll have a chance." Aomine said as he pushed off the desk taking a few steps forward to look into Kise's fierce amber eyes. He could tell the blonde wasn't going to back down from the provocative words and for some reason it angered Aomine—that suddenly the hold he once had on Kise was gone. The other didn't care what Aomine thought of him anymore, he was trying to move on—and eventually forget the hold Daiki's words once had on him.
So, without thinking the tanned teen did the only think he could think of to solidify to both of them that Kise was still, and would always be, his.
He kissed him.