Dorm Mates with Aomine Daiki [A Kuroko no Basuke Fanfiction]

2: Precautions from a Best Friend

2: Precautions from a Best Friend

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"I'm tiredddddd.." I complained, secretly shooting pointed glares at Aomine. I was currently stretching my sore limbs and was about to take off my jacket when I did a double take. I would hear to no end of Aomine's remarks about my chest if I did so. I couldn't take the risk. That pervert.

I'd just finished giving Aomine a tour around the school, which he responded with bored "hmphs", loud yawns and nods here and there. It irked me, but nevertheless, I kept myself patient and showed him everywhere. That was important, of course. If he got lost in the school grounds, I would be the one responsible.

"Kaecchi!" An overly excited male voice suddenly interrupted our walk back to the dorm. Even without turning around, I already knew who that voice belonged to.

"Kise!" I smiled and hollered back, finally turning around. There he was, standing in the middle of the hallway, in his model clothes. Immediately, I broke into one of my hockey sprints, toward him. His chuckle bounced off the hallway walls, and he spread his arms out wide to welcome me, which I gladly ran into. He embraced me tightly and picked me up, earning himself a yelp. "Just finished modeling?" I asked.

My finger darted out and felt his cheek, how soft his porcelain skin is and the feel of the powder his make-up artists used on his skin. Jealousy filled me as I pouted, wanting so much for my skin to be like his. A skin that's hard to break out.

"You can put me down now." I said, slapping him playfully on the arm. He complied, gently lowering my feet until they kissed the ground. Kise then proceeded to give me one of his breathtaking smiles.

"Ah, you're wearing the jacket I gave you, ssu?" He looked at it, an amused smile on his face. I nodded, playing with the zipper. There was a small cat face imprint on the left chest, with words engraved below, the words being "Kaecchi". Who else would call me that?

"Aaaaaand I noticed that you're wearing the belt that I gave you too." Despite still being in his model clothes, he still wore the yellow belt I gave him. It contrasted perfectly with his khakis. It was great, I had to admit. His agency actually give out permission to wear clothes other than their's, but even though Kise just started modeling, he had big hits. So they gave him as an exception. It looked perfect though.

Silence fell comfortably, before the both of us bursting out laughing on a sign that only best friends can understand. "Guess today's a lucky day huh."

"Aw, don't you come and remind me of Midorimacchi!" He whined like a puppy, and I gave him an fairly hard smack on the bicep.

"He's special!" I retorted.

"But his lucky items..."

"They're fun to tease him about!"

"Today's lucky item is a toy frog, nanodayo." Kise imitated Midorima, perfect with his frowning face and slightly pouty lips. All he need is Midorima's bandages around his left fingers, and he's all set.

What can I say, he has his perfect copy after all. We laughed a little more, completely ignoring our surroundings.

"Midorima will kill you if he sees you imitating him." I wiped the tears from my eyes, sighing happily.

"But Midorimacchi's in the Green Dorms! That's quite far from here. He will never hear us!" Kise stopped to catch his breath, looking around just to make sure.

Let me tell you something. Our school is abroad and sort of special. The dorms are arranged by colors, ranging from Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Pale Blue, Dark Blue, and Purple respectively. Blacks are for the repetitive rule-breakers and those who need extreme discipline. Whites are restricted for seniors only, who aced at practically everything. They're nicknamed as the "angels" of the school. But there are some students, however, earned themselves a spot among the Whites as early as Freshmen.