taken from here
modxlesque:
It wasn’t as if Kise had been waiting by the door. No, of course not. The blonde definitely hadn’t been slumped against the wall to one side of the door, waiting with an ever growing desperation for Aomine to arrive and help him with this damnable problem that had presented itself without warning. And he certainly didn’t lurch to his feet to yank the door open to reach out and tug Aomine inside. That would be ridiculous.
This whole situation is ridiculous. Kise thought to himself as he pulled Aomine along toward his room without a word. What could he possibly say? There was nothing to say that wouldn’t result in heavy embarrassment for the model. But he had to get Aomine’s help somehow. And there was no doubt that the ace would want some answers.
“I presented, Aominecchi. I…I’m an omega.” Kise was never this insecure. He was never this quiet, and anxious, and uncertain. But how was he supposed to proudly proclaim to one of the people he had considered to be his closest friend that he was the lowest on the food chain? No doubt Aomine would find this news absolutely hilarious. Kise could only hope that he wouldn’t laugh too much. His pride was already in shambles.
The call had let him expected that it was something urgent so the first reaction Kise gave him, only surprised him a little. Aomine confusion grew though with every meter the blonde pulled him further into the apartment. What the hell was going on here? When the other finally stopped, Aomine was about to ask what the hell was going on but Kise was faster.
The words he heard surprised him, to say the least. Kise and omega? He couldn’t be serious now, could he? “W-wait… are you kidding?” he asked, but honestly, the look in the other’s eyes answered Aomine’s question already. He was not kidding. Not even a bit. The blue haired male had no real idea what to do, how to react? Did Kise only need someone to talk to because of this … outcome? Or did he actually want sex? Now? With him?
