prompt: sports photographer!Kise at one of Aomine's NBA games
Honestly, that guy was the farthest thing from photogenic, but Ryouta couldn’t stop taking pictures of him whenever possible. If the editor complained about the many photographs about Aomine Daiki, Ryouta could always say that it’s because Aomine’s freaking amazing.
Asides from the uncontested basketball skills, the guy was ridiculously good-looking, even though his photographs attested otherwise (and man, was Ryouta sorry for that).
“Your photographs are always so awful,” Ryouta sighed as they finished one of their photo sessions. It was hard to remind himself that Aomine wasn’t a model – those looks would definitely work in that industry. “Aominecchi, please stop ruining my career.”
“Huh?” Aomine threw an exasperated look at Ryouta. “It’s not my job to make yours easier. It’s just photographing, for fuck’s sake.”
Ryouta wasn’t sure whether he wanted to throw a basketball at Aomine or fuck him more.
It was pretty even, he figured as he packed his camera with pursed lips. “Aominecchi can be the best player on court, but he’ll never be the king of my heart at this rate.”
“Wha— wait a moment, Kise, you mad or something?”
Ryouta pursed his lips and walked away, the camera bag slung over his shoulders and Aomine’s calls ignored.