Author's Note: Yup, it's short, but I'm trying to ocme up with another idea for a longer fic for them. In the meantime, going to write drabbles, maybe connected drabbles, for the pair. I just adore them soo much. They make my heart go *squeeeeeeze*
It wasn't that he was particularly evil or mischievous. Hmm, alright so maybe he was known for his perpetual grin and tendency to poke and prod and arrange things so he would get the most enjoyment out of them, regardless of anyone else's thoughts or feelings, but that didn't necessarily mean Takao was devious or manipulative. He was simply a connoisseur of other people's chaos.
And, of course, the favorite target for all his deviltry and schemes was none other than Midorima Shintarō. The calm, cool, arrogant, weird ace-sama of Shūtoku's basketball team. Not because Takao didn't like Midorima, but because he liked him too much. Just like the little boy on the playground flipping the skirt of the girl he had a crush on, Takao was constantly picking and nudging and joking, wanting Midorima to notice him, something he had desperately desired since that fateful game in middle school.
That he had actually succeeded in capturing Midorima, that they had actually become lovers, well it didn't change his innate impishness and need to see the gorgeous man flustered and frazzled.
So, when he found the sailor uniform in the storage closet while he was putting away the balls after practice, his first thought hadn't been, "What the hell is a girl's uniform doing in the basketball club's storage room?" No, his first thought had been, "I wonder what kind of reaction Shin-chan would have if I put this on and showed it to him."
He found out ten minutes later when walked into the locker room, skirt swishing around his bare backside (it had been much too short to keep his boxers on).
Midorima was in the process of pulling his shoes off. He took one look at Takao and promptly fell on his ass, banging his head against the lockers behind him.
Satisfaction gleamed in Takao's eyes and he shut the door behind him, stalking toward Midorima, wondering what other funny, delicious, erotic reactions he could pull out of his beautiful, proud, stuffy lover before the afternoon was over.