The moment Kise walked in, it was like every single nerve ending of his body became aware and hyper sensitive to the other’s presence. Unable to resist the pull, his gaze shifted ever so slightly towards the direction of the door, allowing his image to fill his sight.
He didn’t miss how Kise’s eyes widened, and he could imagine the gears whirring in his head as their eyes met. A sense of longing overwhelmed the Ace then, a small glimmer of hope blossoming within him, hope that the copycat would greet him like the norm as he made his way towards his usual seat, the hesitance clear in his movements. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on his side and he was ignored as their lecturer announced his presence, sending the Blond to quickly take his place.
"Alright everyone, good morning. Your project’s due in a week." He paused, turning around after having written aforementioned date on the board. “That being said I thought I’d give you all a bit of time to get things sorted out with your partner for those of you who haven’t already. So take today’s class to work things over, alright? Get to it.”
Aomine responded the teacher’s pointed glare with a yawn of his own. With no interest or whatsoever in academics, the tanned male had long earned his infamous reputation amongst the teachers for his tardiness and laziness. It shouldn’t come as a surprise this time round was the same as well, given that Aomine was very much predictable that way.
However, he truly had a legitimate reason this time round — or at least he thought he did, in his own opinion. With Kise and his relationship strained like a piece of rubber pulled so taut it might snap anytime, Aomine could tell that Kise was doing his best to avoid him, and he in return did the same out of spite.
So all he did was sit in his seat, brooding silently with a scowl that warned away conversation of any sort. Not that it was that hard to begin with, since he seemed to have this grimance that was eternally etched upon his features in the first place. After all, given that anger-filled conversation exchanged between both males the previous time they talked gave Aomine enough reason to think that Kise would have started on his own without him already. Which was fine with him as well, it meant that he would have less work to do, not that he cared about what he already had to begin with.
So what’s that feeling that’s nagging at me and won’t go away?
”Ah— Would you like to get started…Aominecchi?”
His heart did a small leap at hearing the familiar nickname. The same endearing nickname that the copycat had branded him with, only to have it taken away from him during their last conversation.
So is it Aomine or Aominecchi? Make up your mind, Kise.
With a grunt and a casual shrug of his shoulders as his only response, the tanned male gestured for the other to take a seat on the one beside his, only to slump back with a bored exhale against the backrest. With half-liddedeyes, Aomine regarded the Blond with a guarded expression. He had assumed Kise would have started without him, or hell take him, found a new partner to replace him.
Teeth grit in frustration at the mere thought of the word. While rationally he knew no matter how frivolous the copycat may seem, Kise was faithful and had the tendencies to get too emotionally attached. However he had never been one who thought too much, and all that filled his mind was the image of Kise in the arms of a faceless and nameless other.
What are you turning me into, Kise?
The Project. Shoving away his angry thoughts for now, Aomine shifted his position slightly, his lean and athletic build now slouched against the chair, his long legs lax before him. Shuffling his legs slightly so he wouldn’t slide off his seat, the Ace’s jeans-clad knees brushed against the other’s calf, sending a electrifying shiver down his spine. Involuntarily, navy optics immediately shot towards melted-gold ones, only to consciously pull them away in aversion.
“So, are we going to start or not?" Clearing his throat in attempt to hide the surprise of the slight physical contact from before, Aomine snapped impatiently at the Blond, keeping his eyes averted the whole time. He didn’t need or want to see the reaction behind those eyes, those eyes that seemed pull him deeper and deeper every time he looked into them.
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