Reminisce

Midorima gazed at the beautifully decorated stage before him. Gold and silver colors dominated everything in the hall: even curtains were sparkling. The lighting was also impressive. He admitted to himself that whoever planned the design of the venue made a great job.

Midorima shifted his weight from one foot to another, and grasped his shirt. God, he's becoming nervous, even if he's just part of the audience. He can't imagine what the jet black-haired boy was feeling backstage. Takao may look shameless at first glance (he claims), but if you get to know him, you'll learn that he's just a normal human and gets nervous at times. He may be panicking right now.

Once again, the greenette set his eyes upon the letterings on the stage that were clearly exerted effort with. He swallowed, but his throat was dry as he read and reread the words.

He still can't believe that this is all happening.

32nd Tokyo Prefecture Song Battle

Grand Finals

He gave a small smile.

He still can't believe that he'll be supporting a friend this way.

"Five minutes before the finals start, please settle down," the host announced.

Midorima snapped back from his reverie, and realized that he had been away from the team for more than twenty minutes. He grasped the paper bag with their drinks tightly and set off to find his friends.

"Where have you gone? I'll hit you!" The older Miyaji said, but there was no actual venom in his tone. He even smirked playfully.

"Bet he's recalling memories. He's the one who pushed Takao into joining, after all," Otsubo said, helping passing the drinks to everyone.

"I... Did not. Push him."

"You sure did! Remember in your first year, when we heard Takao singing? We were all mesmerized by his voice, but you didn't even give a shit. Now that you're in your second year, Yuya here told me that when you complemented him, he was really flattered, he even blushed!" The older Miyaji emphasized the word 'blushed', earning laughs from everyone.

"But seriously, Midorima, we're happy that you helped bring the best out of Takao. He deserves to be here, and you helped give him just that." The older Kimura pat the shooting guard on the shoulder.

Midorima felt a strange warmth bubbling in his chest. He stared at his seniors, and almost gave a smile because of the weirdness of seeing pairs of identical faces. The six of them went to support Takao. He knew that many of his schoolmates were around, but his seniors preferred to stay away from them. Coach Nakatani wasn't able to come because of a commitment he made, but he wished the point guard good luck. Takao's parents and sister were the farthest from the stage since they arrived late, so they entrusted the filming of the performance to Midorima.

His eyes got all dizzy from the stage lights, so Midorima let his eyes close and recalled everything that happened that led them to this day.

TBC


A/N: Umm... So... Hello again, I guess? This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided to split it into chapters because I think it's the right decision. Yes, only think. It wasn't exactly that long, but I for you to be able to breathe, I'll split it into chapters. :)