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“You gotta believe me, Aominecchi!” Kise cries, gladly taking that basketball to the face if it means Aomine will actually stop and consider everything he’s saying. “There’s an angel in MagiBurger and he likes vanilla shakes! ”
“I thought angels were sexless or something?” and of course Aomine would show some semblance of common sense, or at least know some useless fact, when Kise’s trying to tell him something important. Majorly important, life changingly important, and Aomine asks if angels were sexless or something.
“That’s totally different!” Kise continues. “He introduced himself as a he so he’s a he--”
“So angels have--”
“Darn it, Aominecchi, no! Look, I’ll just show you--!”
“O-oi, Kise, come on, that loser Kagami is going to be here soon and we have a one on one--”
“Laaateer!!”
So, perhaps Kise should go back to before all of this happened. Before he got hit in the face by a basketball just to tell Aomine something and then, consequently, be asked rather ridiculous questions. Everything probably started about...oh, he doesn’t know, about five pm yesterday? He had been on his way to a new modeling gig, on the phone with his manager trying to discuss recent schedules to work around the more rigorous tournament schedule. The interhigh is right around the corner, practically, and Kaijo’s been practicing non-stop.
Kise’s barely had any energy.
It was for exactly that reason he thought he could indulge maybe once and go to Magi Burger. The whole idea of “I’ve been good let’s reward myself with something bad.” He had fully intended to get the greasiest thing he could, even if he can feel the cholesterol already building and hear his manager already yelling at him. It’s okay, Kise had thought, I can splurge!
His manager wasn’t the one practically dying every day at practice.
And if Kise remembers his events clearly (which he does because it had happened yesterday ) he had walked into Magi Burger, took one step towards the line at the counter, and paused because he saw wings. White, fluffy wings that looked like a cloud.
And he had stared.
And stared--
And stared --
Until the owner of said wings turned around and said, quite plainly, “Oh, you noticed them.” Them , as if walking around Tokyo with wings was a normal, everyday type thing. “But most humans can’t see them,” added as an afterthought.
Kise had gaped.
Gaped and choked like a fish out of water, tried to wrap his head around the fact that there’s an honest to all things holy and on angel in front of him. Or at least a person with wings, or--or--
“K-Kise Ryouta!” he had blurted. “That’s my name!”
“Kuroko Tetsuya...or so I go by.”
“So why are you here in a Magi Burger?”
“Well,” Kuroko had gone silent, one fluffy wing twitching.
“One vanilla shake--oh, where’s the customer? Hellooo?”
Kuroko takes it, not even fazed by the way the fast food worker squeaks at his seemingly sudden appearance, “I just really like vanilla shakes.” And he had left, leaving Kise dumbfounded and in awe. Perhaps his heart is racing just a bit, too.
“Wait, wait,” Aomine cuts in at this point, still looking half-annoyed and half-confused. Equal parts everything in the ‘beyond the realm of my mind’ category, at least. “The angel just told you a name--for all you know it could be a lady angel.”
Kise groans, “Aominecchi why don’t you actually use this insight on your own schoolwork--”
“You’re not any better!” really, Aomine is just calling it as it is. What he heard before doesn’t match up with Kise’s story, and that’s fine . That’s fine because Kise is about to show him exactly how right he is about seeing an angel .
“Behold! ” Kise shouts, all dramatic flair, as he slams open the door to the Magi Burger he had seen Kuroko at. People go quiet, all staring at him and Aomine, but the workers behind the counter don’t react much.
“Welcome!” the girl at the register greets. “How can I help you today?”
Silence.
“Uhh, right, I’ll take the teriyaki burger--”
And Aomine orders.
Kise looks around, trying to find the out of the ordinary sight of white, fluffy wings and that body attached to them. Though Kuroko had looked rather unremarkable despite being an angel but that’s okay by Kise’s standards. That’s really fine by Kise’s standards, because the thing is he had seen an angel and obviously this must be dictated by fate right?
Right?
Kise starts prowling the floor of the restaurant, looking this way and that for Kuroko. Odd, odd, he had seen him yesterday this isn’t just...well...Kise doesn’t think he’s delusional. He had seen Kuroko just up and grab a vanilla shake, tell him he loved it, and then left.
Left .
“Do angels have reception up in heaven?” Kise mumbles, brows furrowed. “I should have gotten his number.”
“Oi, Kiseeee,” Aomine is already by his side again, irritation now the only look on his face. “Your angel or whatever isn’t here. You dragged me here for nothing, I’m heading back so I can beat loser Kagami’s ass.”
“Ah, you can’t do that!”
“Can and will.”
“Aominecchi, that’s so rude!” Kise wisely doesn’t point out that it all hasn’t been for nothing, considering that bag in Aomine’s hand.
“Tch, whatever, probably some delusion or some shit like that cause you fell in love at first sight, like in one of Satsuki’s gross mangas.”
Eh?
Love at first sight? Impossible, Kise isn’t some delusioned love sick teenager with their heart going pitter patter because someone is just too cool . Like, come on, the angel loves vanilla shakes and that’s kind of lame...kind of.
(It was kind of cute)
“Geeze, Aominecchi has no class,” Kise mutters, shoving his hands in his pockets. “He could have stayed and waited--”
“Kise-kun?”
“Uwargh!? ”
Kise jumps, a full body shock that almost has him on the ground from a potential heart attack. His heart is pounding in his chest, trying to beat its way out of his rib cage, and Kise has to take several deep breaths before turning around to look at whoever called his name in the face.
It’s Kuroko.
Complete with his fluffy wings.
Kise quietly vows to be ten times more obnoxious to Aomine next time he sees him just because he can and the asshole didn’t wait.
“Y-yo!” Kise raises his hand in greeting. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” a tilt of Kuroko’s head. “What are you doing here?”
“...food?”
Kise can’t quite say that he came by simply because he wanted to see if he could catch Kuroko one more time on the off chance that the angel did come back. After all, not everyone comes to the same joint day after day after day to get a vanilla milkshake right? Heavenly servants have to be busy, too, right?
Heavenly servants can also see through lies because the minute Kise says that he’s there for food, Kuroko snorts. The angel doesn’t look particularly thrilled, if the way Kuroko quirks an eyebrow says anything.
“You’re a horrible liar, Kise-kun.”
Ouch.
“Look I just wanted to show a friend that I saw an angel and--uhh...you don’t look convinced.”
“Not at all,” a sigh. “Usually normal people shouldn’t be able to see them.”
Normal people? Does this make Kise extraordinary? He knows he’s got pretty good looks and everything, and he’s a top model, and while sometimes life gets dull there’s things that he’s always willing to face. Or at least he’s wondering when the next exciting thing is going to happen.
His motto, maybe?
“So what does it mean?” Kise asks. “That I can see it?”
“Well,” Kuroko looks thoughtful. “There’s usually one of two things.”
“Uh-huh.”
“One is that for some reason you need help or divine assistance.”
Which Kise probably considers himself pretty blessed because he’s never really had to have assistance in anything. He’s usually pretty good about getting things done on his own or with the help of others...when, ya know, he gets to that. Trying to work with Kaijo had been an extreme effort in learning, and a lot of yelling and nights being moody and angry--kind of. The intensity varied.
“And what’s the second reason?”
“Well,” and here Kuroko pauses, looking thoughtful about how to word the next sentence.
“Well?” Kise may or may not be a bit eager to see what is said next.
“...they’re really dumb.”
“That’s harsh ,” Kise whines, and he finds himself reaching out to pull Kuroko into a full on hug just to show how (not) hurt he is. It’s not the first time he’s been called dumb, and it’s not going to be the last, but at this point he’s long since shrugged off the assumptions people have made about him.
Kuroko oh so easily manages to get out of the way of Kise’s oncoming hug, wings twitching.
“It’s in poor taste to hug someone you just met.”
“Then let’s get to know each other!” Kise says almost immediately. “Like you said, maybe I need divine insistence or something!”
“Assistance not insistence.”
Okay, so maybe Kise got a bit tongue tied there, point being is he’s not going to miss the opportunity to pass up hanging out with an angel. An angel who really likes the vanilla shakes from Magi Burger and who is a lot more amiable than expected.
“Assistance,” Kise repeats. “To help me get through the stresses of modeling.”
Silence.
And then--
“You seem to be managing fine on your own.”
“Ah--!! Cold--!!”
to Aominecchi (2:46pm) guess who gets to hang out with an angel and u don’t loserminecchi!! (`へ´*)ノ
to Kisee (2:50pm) ur lying angels aren’t even real
to Aominechi (2:51pm) am not youre just too impatient...and maybe jealous
(Somewhere, Kagami just watches as Aomine throws his phone at his stuff while yelling about blocking Kise’s ass)