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He really didn't know what he was doing.

It had been a few days since agreeing to help that idiot Kise – the model – Ryouta and Kasamatsu felt like his life had been on fast-forward with no pauses in between. From managing the store, directing Hayakawa a million times over on what proper protocol was for every imaginable situation, to ordering his brothers to actually helping with things around the store, to, finally, being stuck with that idiot Kise for more than an hour at a time – life was getting even more stressful than ever.

And that was saying something.

Even before his father's passing last year, as the eldest son, Kasamatsu had come to accept early on that it was his job to hold 99% of the world's weight on his shoulders. For the first seven years of his life, it had only been himself and his father – a tall, strapping man with a hard, joyous laugh and an open heart. Yukio knew that, even as a young boy, his father relied on his support and love, which he readily gave because if there was one person in this world that Yukio would never cease to look up to, it was his father.

When his mother – or rather, as Yukio liked to call her, the woman whom gave birth to him – returned shortly after his seventh birthday, claiming that she had grown up and wanted to be a family, Kasamatsu could only sit by and watch as his father fell back in love with the woman. He knew that if he said anything negative about the situation, his father's heart would break a million times over if his son did not support him. So he held his opinions to himself and shouldered the weight of acting as if the woman that sat before him was actually his mother.

Shortly after, Jun was born and the first time Yukio held his baby brother in the hospital, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride as he looked down to matching blue-grey eyes. Once his baby brother was brought home, Yukio had already decided that he was going to be the best brother ever so little Jun would never have to feel any sense of responsibility as Yukio had growing up.

Two years after, Hayato was born and weight was gained but, in all reality, Yukio never once felt burdened by the pressure of having not one but two brothers.

Not even after his mother left him for the second and final time.

And ever since then, Yukio has held the title of 'Older Brother' with the highest honor.

Growing up, Yukio never felt the difference between being called 'aniki' and 'senpai,' because the guys on his basketball team gave him the same feelings of looking at Jun or Hayato. It came as no surprise to anyone that the mature, responsible young Kasamatsu Yukio – a spitting image of his father when he was that age – became a young man that mothers would hope their own sons would become.

But Kise Ryouta was an entirely different story.

Kasamatsu had never met someone like Kise before; in fact, he had never even met someone from the city, much less famous, before.

And that's why he brought home that magazine with Kise's face on it the moment he realized it was the model that stood before him – not because he was interested or anything and definitely not because he was attracted to him. It was just a simple curiosity because Yukio really didn't understand why someone like the Kise Ryouta would come to live in Namimori, population 4,000. He had read the travel brochures but he didn't really think they were convincing at all.

Anyways, Kise Ryouta was a complete anomaly to Kasamatsu's world that Kasamatsu hadn't realized what exactly he was getting himself into. Maybe it was the fact that he had gone twenty-six years living as a big brother that he had agreed to help a grief-stricken idiot who obviously had his heart in the right place. Or maybe it was the fact that he wanted to help the frail Kuroko Tetsuya that had been his neighbor whilst growing up.

But it definitely wasn't the fact that Kasamatsu was somehow attracted to Kise.

Not that there was anything wrong with homosexuality because Kasamatsu didn't exactly care what someone's orientation was – he just thought all relationships were likely to end up with three parentless boys in a small working-class town in northern Japan.

But, whatever.

Monday had been okay. Kise had watched Youtube video after Youtube video on simple arrangements, so the few orders that they had to complete were finished only with a few hiccups. Since Kuroko had already ordered new shipments for this week, they didn't have to worry about ordering stock, they just had fill out the paper work from the delivery man. Everything seemed to be going off without a hitch and before he knew it, Yukio was returning home, with minimal stress knots in his neck.

Tuesday had been another story.

Kasamatsu opened the grocery store as per usual but when he looked across the street through the front window, the flower shop still had the 'closed' side out, even though it was rounding ten in the morning.

When Kasamatsu had found Kise, he was laying face-down in the back room, with a several boxes of flowers and ribbons on top of him. Apparently, whilst trying to find the flowers for the Sawada order due this afternoon, four boxes managed to fall over and trap Kise, who had been afraid of moving in case he crushed some of the flowers.

After that had been all sorted, the day went on until Jun came rushing into the grocery store, his face red with fury as he declared that he could no longer work with Kise due to his complete lack of skills at anything related to life itself. It had been three-thirty, an half an hour since Jun had left school, ten minutes since he actually arrived back.

And the rest of the week followed with ridiculous situations that Kasamatsu had to strain his brain to think of how Kise managed to get locked in the freezer where they kept arrangements due for pick, how he managed to drop five glass vases in one hour and ten in the next, how he had managed to send a bouquet of yellow roses to the wrong house sixteen times before it finally arrived, damaged and worn, to the right house. Jun had given up again on Thursday after Kise since managed to fail at working the cash register (Kasamatsu resorted to using an empty box for bananas for Kise to use to store his earnings).

So even though it wasn't even Friday yet, Kasamatsu left his brothers in front of the TV after dinner to go to the bar down the street. Moriyama had been out on a date with the middle daughter from the temple and Kobori had to help his wife painting the nursery for their first child, so Kasamatsu found himself walking into the bar by himself – not that he minded because, let's face it, sometimes his two best friends really got on his nerves with their cutesy stories of relationships and blah, blah, blah.

He wasn't expecting it to be full on a Thursday, and it wasn't, but there was one pathetic lump he realized sitting by himself, a table-full of empty bottles already sat before him.

"It's a little early to be smell this bad of alcohol, isn't it?" Kasamatsu sat across from his kouhai, a beer in his hand.

"Shut up, Yuki-senpai." Aomine grumbled, not meeting the other's eyes. "I'm an adult, I can drink as much as I want."

"It's only nine-thirty, Ahomine." Kasamatsu snorted as Aomine made a scene of rolling his eyes.

"'Had a stressful day at work, 'kay?" Aomine shrugged, gulping down half of his drink.

It hadn't really been a secret back in high school that there was something going on between Aomine and Kuroko – what that was, Kasamatsu hadn't known, hadn't bothered to ask because he liked both guys, they had spirit and their friendship always seemed to bring a smile to everyone's face. No one really had a clue as to what was between them, mostly because people were too afraid of Aomine – tall, dark, a bit of a yankee – or Kuroko's grandma – frail, hunched, but had a mean slap – to ask.

"I hear he's going to be okay, you know." Kasamatsu kept his eyes on Aomine's face, waiting for a reaction. "He's gotten better before."

Aomine glared at the table, his eyebrows screwed downwards. "Goddamn it. He's so fucking stubborn… He wouldn't listen… Goddamn, why's he gotta be like that, though…?"

Kasamatsu ordered another round, feeling somewhat relieved to have a drinking partner that could push him to get drunk enough to do something stupid.

…

He really didn't know what he was doing.

But at least he could blame it on the alcohol.

And Aomine.

"God, gettup, you 'diot. Yerr heavy." Kasamatsu hissed, trying to keep his balance as Aomine groaned and put more wait on his shoulders. They were standing outside the front door to the house that Aomine shared with Takao and that glasses wearing idiot. Kasamatsu knocked again, louder this time as Aomine groaned again, his breath puffing out right in Kasamatsu's face.

"I dun wanna go home… Bring me…" Aomine heaved and Kasamatsu almost dropped the larger man. "Bring me to the hos'pit… Ugh.. Hospital…"

"They'll throw ya out if ya show, ugh stop 'eaving in my face, if ya show up like this." Kasamatsu knocked again, his head spinning as Aomine's breath crept down his throat.

Finally, the door slide open and Kise stood in the door way, glasses gone and shirtless, a towel wrapped around his waist: "Oh my god, what happened!"

"Move out of 'way," Kasamatsu lugged Aomine into the entry way, his head turning around and around as he tried to set Aomine down gently but, blame it on the alcohol, he just dropped him with a thud.

"Ugh." Aomine groaned, rolling over onto his stomach. "I hate 'choo, seeeeeenpaaaaai."

"Shut yer mouth." Kasamatsu slurred, reaching out to grab ahold of the wall.

"Oh my god, Senpai, are you drunk?" Kise carefully stepped over an Aomine that seemed to have passed out with a low growl.

"I said, shut yer mouth!" Kasamatsu repeated, reaching out to push Kise away as he got closer but, instead, his head spun again and he had to level himself on Kise's quite strong chest.

"Senpai, I think you need to sit down," Kise leaned into Kasamatsu's hand which either annoyed Kasamatsu or made him entirely too flushed, but he couldn't decide because everything was really fuzzy and really steamy.

"You dun know," Kasamatsu paused as he swayed closer to Kise, his hand still firmly pressed to the other's shoulder, "You dun know what I need… Hey, 'ow'd ya look with, um, with blonde 'air?"

"Senpai?" Kise felt himself get entirely too giddy with this situation – was this what Hayato was talking about a few days ago: that Senpai got really chatty when he was drunk?

"I seen it once, 'ya'nooo?" Kasamatsu reached up, running his hand through the still-damp dark strands on Kise's head. "I seen you wit blonde 'air."

"Um, Senpai, I don't think you know what you're –"

"Shuttup!" Kasamatsu barked, now with both hands running through Kise's hair. "I just wanna see you wit blonde hair 'gain… I liked it – hic – I liked it a lot. And no glasses!"

Kise felt himself getting flushed at how utterly adorable Kasamatsu was acting.

"Senpai, I –"

"I told ya to shuttup! God, do I need to shut ya up, m'self?" Kasamatsu's hands linked behind Kise's neck and pulled down, trying to get the taller male down to his level.

Kise was caught off guard and found himself extremely close to Kasamatsu, their breaths mingling – Kise's a minty toothpaste and Kasamatsu, obviously, alcohol filled. Kise was too damn tall for Kasamatsu's liking and somewhere in that fuzzy, haze-like dream that he was living in currently, all he's ever wanted to do what make it so they on the same level. All week he's been looking up to that idiot and its been annoying him all this time – it's been irritating him that his newest kouhai was so tall, so goddamn tall and so goddamn good-looking without his glasses.

Wait. What?

Kasamatsu shoved Kise away, barely managing to mumble a 'geddoff' before leaning against the entry way wall.

"Aww, Seshpai, ya meshed yer cshanshe!" Aomine groaned from the floor, his fist pumping into the air as he tried to fight off drowsiness. "Dun let heem ged away!"

Kasamatsu kicked at Aomine, somehow able to keep his balance as he attacked his kouhai. "Shuddup, you 'diot, that's between you and… you and me!"

"Senpai, I really think you need to lay down." Kise was somehow sounding very calm and responsible for someone who suffers from chronic idiocy. "Sit down while I put Aomine in bed."

Kasamatsu didn't know if it was the fact that the world was literally spinning around as fast as one of those rides at the amusement park he'd gone to in high school or if the burning of his cheeks somehow related to the fact that he was realizing how extremely capable Kise was being right now.

Blame it on the alcohol but Kasamatsu Yukio, at that moment, found Kise to be – dare he admit it? – quite sexy.

…

"Senpai." A pause. "Senpai, wake up."

"Go away." A mumble came from under the sheet that Kise had thrown over Kasamatsu the night before. After successfully tucking Aomine in bed – a puke bucket situation about an inch from his face – Kise had found his senpai sleeping in the living room, his phone open to a text to Jun that read he wouldn't be home tonight.

Kise had smiled at that, wondering how on earth someone as drunk as Kasamatsu had been still had the brains to contact his little brothers.

It was now six thirty and the grocery store opened in an hour and a half and Kise knew that if Kasamatsu wasn't here to open it, everything was going to go up in flames and it would probably be blamed on him since said owner was laying smack-dap in the middle of his living room.

Whatever happened last night – although the memory of it made Kise entirely all too happy – would have to wait because Kise say how hard Kasamatsu hit his brothers and he didn't want to be on the receiving end.

"Senpai, you need to get up now, you have to get to the store." Kise shook him a little harder, careful to keep his voice to a low whisper. Takao had just came home, exhausted from his all night work schedule and was currently in the process of settling himself down for bed. "Senpai, please wake up."

"Jun, I told you, just a few more minutes." Kasamatsu groaned, turning over so his back was too Kise.

"Kasamatsu-senpai!" Kise hissed, shaking even harder. "Wake up!"

"God, what do you want!" Kasamatsu shot upwards, his voice not so much angry as annoyed. However, as soon as he was upright, he swayed a little, the effects of having drunk so much the night before kicking. "Oh, god."

"Senpai!" Kise placed both hands on Kasamatsu's shoulders, holding him steady as he swayed.

"Kise, 'the fuck are you doing in my house?" Kasamatsu groaned, squinting his eyes to the incoming morning light.

"I'm not in your house, Senpai, you're in mine." Kise flinched as Kasamatsu tensed under his grip, praying that he wouldn't get slapped.

But nothing came. It was silent for a moment and Kise had to strain himself be patient enough to wait for a response.

"Aomine." Kasamatsu's teeth gritted. He remembered now – he had went to the bar because this stupid idiot in front of him had been giving him migraines this entire week. As they had been drinking, Aomine talked more and more about 'that idiot Tetsu' and what had he talked about? Kasamatsu couldn't remember when the conversation had turned to his problems. In fact, he couldn't remember anything after about an hour into their night of drinking. He had no clue at all how he ended up here.

"Yeah, you brother Aomine-kun home and then, well, um," Kise couldn't help but smile at what Kasamatsu had said the previous night about his hair.

Kasamatsu, however, was not finding this situation amusing at all and, for some reason, his heart was beating extremely fast. Did he say anything? Anything to Aomine or, god forbid, Kise?

"And what?" When Kise's grin just got wider, Kasamatsu kicked at him, his heart dropping quickly as Kise just started to giggle. "Oi, answer me, kouhai!"

"You told me that you thought my blonde hair looked good on me." Kise giggled some more when Kasamatsu's face paled. "There was one point when I thought you were gonna kiss me, Senpai."

"Oh my god. I think I'm going to be sick."

…

Life had been quiet without Kise around, that's for sure. But still, something felt as if it were missing from Midorima Shintarou's life.

Kise had been that constant ever since junior high and although the blond got on his nerves quite a bit, there was something comforting about finding a million texts on his phone every day after school and, later, after a long day's at the clinic. It was almost foreign to have the no messages for days at a time and Midorima almost – almost – found himself worrying about that idiot.

So when he came home one day and found one unheard message on his answering machine, Midorima knew something was wrong.

"Midorimacchi, I don't think I can do this anymore." It had sounded like Kise's voice was muffled, like it had been the first time Kise told him about the love affair. "It's really hard to be here… and I don't know if I ever did the right thing… I think… I think I might –"

Midorima was out the door before he could hear the end of the message.

"I think I might be falling for someone."

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