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It was a beautiful day at the park; The sun was shining brightly in the sky, the wind was light, and it would have been a perfect day for Kise to take pictures for his latest project.
It would have been, but it wasn't- because Aomine was distracting him.
It wasn't as though Kise hated Aomine or anything- as a matter of fact, they were actually good friends. They both went to the Kiseki Institute of Art, they were both majoring in photography, and though their personalities may have seemed to clash they worked well together. Where Kise was energetic and vibrant, often easily excitable, Aomine was able to keep himself more cool and collected (or so he liked to believe.) More often than not, the two would engage in semi-playful banter as they worked together on assignments, and they'd occasionally spend time on non-class-related terms, where they would either eat at Maji Burger, or go shopping (at Kise's insistence.) Kise enjoyed Aomine's company.
But he didn't enjoy being interrogated about a particular pair of fellow art students.
"Really, I don't get why you don’t just ask them to hang out or something. It’s not like they can’t tolerate you," Aomine drawled as he watched Kise fiddle with the buttons on his digital camera. To his credit, up until now, Aomine had been subtle regarding his suspicions of Kise's involvement in the lives of two others. But eventually, his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
"And what would I say? It's not like I've had much time to think about it." Kise added neutrally, trying to focus on adjusting the settings so he could capture a decent picture of a butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower.
"But you admit that you’ve been thinking about it."
Kise groaned, and turned towards Aomine with an almost-pouting expression. "Can we please not talk about them? I told you, it's not like that between us!"
"Not yet,” Aomine raised an eyebrow and folded his hands across his chest, clearly skeptical.
The "us" in question happened to deal with two other students that Kise knew- Kagami and Kuroko. Aomine didn't know much about them; While the two other men also attended the institute, they were in completely different tracks from Aomine and Kise, which led Aomine to wonder how they even met in the first place. According to Kise, Kagami was a, quote unquote, “fiery redhead” in the graphic design track. Kise had gone on and on about how he had muscles for days in addition to a huge appetite, how he had spent time in America, how he looked brutal but probably had a heart of gold or some shit like that. And on the other side, Kuroko was a short little blue-haired angel who was apparently cuter than anyone on campus, who loved reading yet was going into film studies, and was the proud owner of an adorable puppy.
And Kise wouldn’t shut up about them.
“Come on, you’re not that great at lying. Every time we meet up you have a new story to tell about Kurokocchi and Kagamicchi,” Aomine impersonated Kise then, “And how cute and amazing they are. It’s almost kind of funny.”
Kise had enough presence to look miffed, completely devoting his attention to Aomine then. “I talk about everyone like that!”
“Don’t I know it,” Aomine retorted dryly, and leveled an even stare at Kise. “But you seem especially infatuated with those two. I haven’t even met them yet and it’s blatantly obvious how gay you are for them.”
“I’m not!” Kise said all too quickly, sporting a light blush.
“De Nile isn’t just a river in Egypt, you know.”
“Since when do you make puns?”
Aomine frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, I know you have appearances to keep up, but we’re friends, right? You can tell me stuff and I’ll try to support you.”
Kise blinked- that was probably one of the most genuine things Aomine had said to him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot awkwardly, and nodded. “Y-yeah.”
A pregnant pause lasted between them, until Kise shook his head and said, “You know, I guess I’m not really good at being subtle, am I?”
“Not really,” Aomine shrugged, and glanced away, before sporting a shit-eating grin. “Just tell me when you finally manage to score, I can practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off of you.”
“Aominecchi!”
Then, as a very red-looking Kise chased a cackling Aomine across the park, all thoughts of taking photographs were completely forgotten.