Pairing: AoKise
Rating: T (for language / subject to change for future drabbles)
Parent Story: Leave Me Your Stardust
Warning: Unbeta'd
A/N:
Hello guys! So this is the first of my drabble series! I hope you guys enjoy the glimpses into Aomine and Kise's domestic life! You don't have to read the parent story to understand these. Oh, and the drabbles are not really in any particular order. Reviews and follows are always greatly appreciated :)


They've been living together for almost two months now. A quaint little place Kise had found one Sunday morning. It situates between their workplaces, not exactly right smack in the middle, since Aomine has to travel a bit farther than the blond, but he doesn't mind. Getting up early is a bearable feat if he can spend the mornings waking up to Kise's sleeping face.

This morning as well, his arm searches for the other's waist with the intention of snuggling against the blond. Just for a few more minutes, he thinks, convincing himself that it doesn't take that long to brush his teeth and to throw on his uniform. His palm is outstretched, fingers splaying as they roam and grab, searching for warmth. But, again and again, he grasps the thin air. Cool and devoid of heat.

A momentary panic surges over the tanned man, for he is not quite sure if he is awake or still dreaming. Dreaming a terrible nightmare in which he chases and pursues, only for the figure to taunt him, never within reach. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them when he regains his composure. The room is still dark with the clock indicating that it's 5AM.

He rolls out of bed, slowly with a lack of purpose, and trudges to the bathroom.


Aomine learned too late what Kise's modeling job entails. It's just something that never really occurs to him until the blond announced it the first time (at the worse time) that he will be away for a few days. Needless to say, Kise won't be wearing that curry-covered shirt for a while, if ever.

He has gotten used to the fact that Kise needs to leave whenever the his job calls for it. No big deal. Aomine still feels terribly lonely, but it's nothing he can't handle. However, this time… this is Kise's first extended trip since they've been living together, and there's no way he's fine with that. His heart tugs at the emptiness.

"A week will pass by in no time," Kise had said. "You'll see." The blond left a soft peck on his forehead as reassurance, and the softness of his lips still lingers.

Whenever Kise leaves, he takes with him all the love and warmth, a selfish act the blond is unaware of. The apartment is wrenched dry of colors, reduced to emptiness and hollows, and all Aomine can see is the dull shades of browns and grays. He admits, whenever Kise is not around, their place never really feels like home.

Damnit! How long is a week anyway? It's more of a complaint than an actual question really.

Aomine knows exactly how long one week is, despite being awful with numbers.

168 hours.

10, 080 minutes.

604,800 seconds.

All of which he will have to spend without Kise.

He feels a bit silly. It's not like they are teenagers anymore, where the amount of time they spend together dictates how much love he has to offer. Moreover, a week is nothing compared to the five years they've spent apart.

But he had quickly forgotten how to get through a day without seeing that grin, that smile which rivals the sun.

Aomine buries his head in the palms of his hands.

Kise, please come back soon.


"You know, Aomine." Kagami starts, dribbling the ball in a steady rhythm. "Maybe you should take up a hobby."

The tanned man scoffs, stealing the ball from the redhead with ease. "Kagami," he says. The basket swishes despite his lack of effort. "Basketball is my hobby!"

"I know, but I'm not free to play basketball with you all the time." Aomine cocks his eyebrow, not seeing where this conversation is going.

"What will you do for the remainder of the time when Kise's away?"

A twinge of pain pierces his chest.

That's right, it has only been three days.

Aomine has done a pretty good job of keeping himself busy, playing basketball all day, sleeping in for the remaining hours. But honestly, he doesn't know how long he can keep this up. He misses the blond terribly and being in their quiet apartment just reminds him that Kise is not around.

"So what are you suggesting?"

"Cooking is not a bad choice."


"DAMN IT AOMINE! THAT'S THE FIFTH TIME YOU ALMOST BURN MY KITCHEN DOWN!" Kagami scolds him, the coloration on his face resembles those of the flames which threatened to swallow them both alive a minute ago.

"But I didn't," Aomine murmurs, a hint of guilt spreads across his face.

He shakes his head in resignation. Honestly, Aomine is the most difficult student he had ever taught. Most people would catch on the first time that leaving the stove unattended is always a bad idea.

Still, he admires his efforts and dedication - especially for someone like Aomine, who isn't exactly passionate in anything other than Kise and basketball. "Let's have a taste of your concoction," the redhead motions for the other to hand him the bowl of soup.

Aomine eyes him nervously. He triple-checked the ingredients list and taste-tested the soup countless of times so it should at least be edible (How he managed to almost set the kitchen on fire though is another story).

"Oh my god," a shocked murmur escapes Kagami's lips.

"WHAT? DAMN IT! DID I PUT TOO MUCH SALT?!" Aomine panics, a rare sight to see from the usually calm man.

"No," Kagami says, still bewildered. "It tastes good."

The statement surprises them both and the redhead adds, "Kise would be very happy."

"Sh- Shut up!" He blushes.

Another rare sight to see.


When he steps through the door, Kise is greeted with a burst of aroma, one he couldn't quite put his finger on. But it dances and flirts, eliciting a satisfied hum from the pink lips. He glances at the couch as a force of habit, half-expecting Aomine to lounge lazily as he whisper a sultry greeting, promising a special welcome-home present for him.

Kise chuckles at the thought and is not surprised to find the couch empty. His plane did arrive an hour early anyway. With that thought, the blond tiptoes to the kitchen.

He halts at mid-step, taken aback by the sight of the taller man's back, muscles taut and visible through the black tee. It's enticing, alluring, and Kise drinks it all in. The images of Aomine. His broad shoulders. The nape of his neck, where short strands of midnight blue meet rich, dark skin. The way the fabric contours and hugs, mapping out the rises and falls of his muscles as the other moves and stretches.

Kise quietly pulls out a chair from the kitchen table, searching with his hands until he feels the wooden seat to place himself on top. His gaze never leaves Aomine, marveling at the way he moves with grace and practice.

The blond rests his chin on a palm, arm anchored by elbow, and closes his eyes, now taking in all the imagery through sounds and smells alone. The bubbling of the pot. Their quiet breathing. The smell of soup, perhaps, tinted with the scent of sweet onion and-

The click of a bowl startles his lids open.

Suddenly, Kise is faced with a pair of eyes piercing straight through him, leaving him lost in the vastness of midnight blue. Thankfully, the steam from the bowl blurs his vision and breaks the entrancement.

"Aominecchi… made me soup?" His face lingers between astonishment and delight.

Kise scoops a spoonful and brings it to his mouth, only to recoil as he sends a dubious look to the other. "It is edible right?"

A tanned hand pinches his nose teasingly. "Just eat it."

"Wait," he says with a nasally voice. "Did you know I was sitting here the whole time?"

The taller man's eyes narrow. "You weren't exactly quiet." And before the blond could retort, he adds. "Plus, I can smell your scent the moment you walked in"

"Yea?" Kise tilts his head, delicate fingers prying away the grip the tanned digits have on his nose, scrunching and wiggling it as if that would speed up the process. Then he speaks normally, in a quizzical tone. "What do I smell like?"

The sudden proximity of Aomine's face sends a tickling blush to his own. The other's nose softly grazes against his cheek as he sniffs for confirmation. "Cinnamon."

Aomine moves in slowly, allowing the heat to radiate and spread across their lips and faces, from closeness instead of actual contact. He lingers and lets their mouths brush against each other, savoring the plump and softness of Kise's lips, before taking in and capturing them full and whole. They kiss with a yearning and soft moans quickly fill the room.

Kise smiles against the other's lips. "I'm back."

"Yea." Aomine kisses the bridge of his nose before he envelopes and covers the blond, embracing him tightly. "And I've missed you terribly."

He lets himself indulge in the warmth and comfort of the strong arms, burying his head into Aomine's chest and soft cotton tee.

And it smells like home.

"Me too."