Photobook - AoKise 5/7

"Why am I always paying for all of your popsicles?! Mou~! I had enough already ~suu!" Kise nagged at the rainbow miracles in front of him. (excluding Akashi, of course.)

It became a daily routine for them to eat popsicles at the convenience store after training since Kise became a regular. And that was ten months ago. Ten. TEN. Five popsicles were never enough for the rainbow idiots. NEVER.

"Mou~ Aominecchi! Why don't you buy the popsicles for once?! You were the one who started this thing! And all of you are all demanding! Magnum is very expensive, ya know?!"

The blue haired ace put his elbows on copycat's shoulder and leaned on him. "Don't sweat on it, Kise. You get money from being a model. It should be fine."

"It's not fine at all! Besides, you get so much allowance from your parents!"

"Nah, I use it up quickly. Horikita Mai photobooks are so expensive, yanno?"

Kise sighed in exasperation. Seriously, why do this guy likes gravure idols so much? Then, a sudden thought entered his mind. Cue on light bulb turned on with a 'ding!'

"Ne, Aominecchi" Kise displayed a look of mischievousness on his face, "Why don't you buy my photobooks? As payment for all the popsicles I bought."

"Why should I? That would be a waste of my precious money. Besides, I only buy photobooks of models with big boobs, like Horikita Mai," Aomine looked at Kise from head to toe, as if assessing his whole being."As I can see, you don't possess."

Kise flushed red as Akashi's locks as he instinctly smacked Aomine's face.

"AOMINECCHI YOU PERVERT!"

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"Kise-kun, break is already over." Nogami Hikari, his manager, pulled him out of his trance. Why did he remember that? Surely, it was quite a long time since Winter Cup, the last time he saw his former teammates.

"Ah, gomen, Kari-san."

His make-up artist re-did his make-up and the photoshoot continued to commence.

As a model for three years, the blond basketball prodigy has already become an expert in the field of modelling. His photographers didn't need to tell him what to do. His body moved in its own accord, posing in front of the lenses in a professional way.

His current photoshoot was themed for valentine's day as his next major photobook. He was doing the shoot with the rising idol princess, Fujibayashi Himeaka. She was really beautiful, and Kise was sure his fangirls wouldn't like to see intimate shots with her. Not that he'll dare to. She was Akashi's girlfriend after all and he gave him a threatening call Kise would not want to mention before the shoot.

The set was decorated with pink and red curled metallic strings, heart balloons, and everything associated with valentine's day. They had an outdoor photoshoot days before in the beach and in a luxury confections cafe.

And for days too, he received threats of ending his life from no other than Akashi Seijuro.

He wasn't even thinking of that beautiful lass. She's stunning, alright, but Kise didn't deel a teeny weeny bit of attraction, save for Akashi's threats.

"Okay, last shot! Thank you for the good work!"

The photoshoot ended.

Kise was busy shuffling all over the place, gathering his scattered things. As he picked the last stray possession of his, his phone raged in his pocket. He fished it out and saw Momoi was calling.

"Moshi, moshi, Ki-chan?"

"What is it, Momochi?"

"Are you, in any chance, in Tokyo right now?"

Kise raised a brow, confused with the pink head's question. "Yes, I am. My photoshoot just ended."

"Uwah! Yokatta! Can you go to Dai-chan's place?"

"Aominecchi? What happened?"

"He has fever right now and no one is with him. We have a practice match later so I can't be with him. Can you look after him? I'll be back by night so it won't take long. There's a key in the flowerpot that contains blue flowers. Bye!"

"W-wait Momochi!"

The analytic manager ended the call before Kise could even agree. He sighed. He didn't have a choice, did he?

As said by the pinkette, he found a key in the flowerpot with the blue flowers and made his way inside the Aomine residence. He mumbled a quiet, "Sorry for the intrusion." before heading to the blue haired ace's room.

He found the tanned boy sleeping peacefully. He looked like an angel, very contradicting to his prevy personality. The blond model felt his cheeks heat up a little and his heart raced. 'Why am I feeling this way?'

Kise rested his palm on his forehead as he felt Aomine's high temperature. Momoi sent him a message earlier stating that he should drink his medicine at four o'clock. Kise dashed down the stairs bound to the kitchen to cook something for the sick boy.

Aomine woke with a start. His throat was dry and felt so hot. His head turned at his bedside table in hopes to find a pitcher of water. There wasn't.

As he tried to get up from his bed, he heard footsteps nearing his bedroom. A delicious aroma was filling the air.

"Satsuki?"

Kise's head popped in the doorway, "You awake, Aominechi?"

"Do I look like I'm sleeping? What the hell are you doing here, Kise?"

Kise placed the tray on his bedside table containing a large bowl of soup he cooked with a pitcher of water, a glass and medicines.

"Momochi asked me to look after you. She has a practice game so she isn't around."

Aomine pinked (though KyleMea isn't sure if that's visible due to his complexion hehehe), does that mean he came here all the way from Kanagawa?!

"Why are you in Tokyo in the first place? Kanagawa is a long way!"

Kise smiled mischievously, "Why Aominechi? You think I came all the way from Kanagawa because of you?" Kise wiggled his eyebrows.

Aomines blush deepened. He's beet red now.

"Just answer already!"

"I had a photoshoot for my new photobook. Is that a blush I see, Aominechi?"

"What blush?!"

Kise put his palm on Aomine's forehead. Kise squealed.

"Gosh! Aominechi! You're burning! Where is your theremometer?!"

"Ah, it's in the drawer under my bed."

Kise quickly squatted and opened his under-the-bed drawer, being greeted my tons of his gravure magazines. He rummaged through the bunch of pron magazines and finally found the temperature measuring device. Just as he was about to close the drawer, his eye caught something.

Through the pile of gravure magazines, a gold themed photobook was sticking out. He pulled in out slowly. Of course, Horikita Mai wasn't blonde, so she wasn't the one on the cover. He pulled it out completely, only to be shocked to his soul.

It was his photobook. It was his photobook. IT WAS KISE RYOUTA'S PHOTOBOOK!

He rummaged deeper to the unexplored drawer, earning a, "What are you doing Kise?!" from Aomine. He found another one of his, another, another, another.

AOMINE DAIKI OWNED ALL OF HIS PHOTOBOOKS!

"Why do you have my photobooks, Aominechi?" Kise asked Aomine as he slowly turned his head to him in a slow manner with a poker face.

Aomine Daiki paled.

"I thought, you only like big boobs, which... I don't have."

Aomine stood up, face redder that blood and looked away. "Who cares?! I haven't seen you for so long."

"So?"

"I missed you idiot!"

Kise blushed at the sudden confession. "T-then you can always call or message me, you know?"

Aomine ruffled his hair in annoyance. "Why are you so dense, Kise Ryouta?!"

Kise frowned, "What do you mean, Aominechi?"

He took a deep breath. "I LIKE YOU KISE RYOUTA! SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL!"

"W-what?!"

Aomine rolled his eyes, "Forget it. Forget that I said that." He turned his back on Kise.

"Mou, Aominechi."

The blue haired ace's eyes widened as he felt lean arms wrap around his torso. "I didn't know, you feel the same too."

The two stayed like that for a while.

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I feel like writing lemon. Just you wait.