“I should be the one asking YOU that.”, Aomine raised an eyebrow. “You don’t look sick, so I want an explanation.”
He stepped into the apartment, bypassing Kise skillfully. So big, just like he had imagined it. Hadn’t been here before. He liked it.
His bag dropped onto the floor and he removed his shoes. He threw his jacket over his bag, turning to face Kise.
“And since I’m here, I’ll stay. I’m bored anyway, so do something. Also, I’m thirsty.”
His deep blue eyes scanned Kise’s figure. Hm.. he really didn’t seem sick at all. But, he still seemed a bit off. Not feeling well or something. Well, he’d get to the bottom of it soon.
And he’d try to make it better.
Even if he wasn’t the best at these kind of things.
Kise needed to look positive again. He didn’t like the look in his eyes right now. Even if they weren’t playing right now… it still seemed off.
His left foot casually scratched his right one, his hands were in his pockets and he looked expectantly at the blonde. “Well?”
"...Oh yes, please, do come in. Nope, not intruding at all..." He murmured sarcastically under his breath, seemingly speaking only to the door he closed behind him.
The fierceness in Aomine's eyes and his tone caught his attention immediately. That look made him feel...cornered? Guilty? Nervous? It was a look you definitely couldn't lie to without suffering the consequences, that was for sure.
He chuckled and leveled Aomine with an nonchalant grin, running a hand through his hair and hoping he had no trace of bedhead.
"Was Aominecchi...worried about me?"
It was only meant to be a quip, but he could secretly have some hope, right?
Side-stepping the taller boy, he wordlessly and begrudgingly went towards the kitchen, complying to Aomine's whims. Really, that guy knew how to feel at home anywhere, didn't he? Not that he minded. Not that he would outwardly show how...happy he is to see Aomine here, either.
"Tch, I have to be the water boy even on my fake sick day?! You have some nerve, Aominecchi."
He shook his head and smirked, offering Aomine a glance.
"Is tea fine? We also have soda, coffee, hot chocolate..." He quirked an eyebrow, sneaking one more glance at Aomine, before diverting his gaze again. He wondered if that one would go over Aomine's head.
He also did well to dodge the question, busying himself in the kitchen, peaking inside the fridge to check if there was still a can of Pocari left. There was.
"Eh, I hope Akashicchi didn't just send you here to check on me...That could be bad, huh..."
