Takao swore as he felt his pant pockets - they were all empty. He groaned and ran his hands frustratedly through his hair. His wallet was missing. He had gone out earlier that day to run some errands, and that was probably when he had dropped it. He began desperately searching through his small apartment on the off chance that he'd simply misplaced it in his home rather than out in public. His search yielded no results, and after and hour and a half of tearing his place apart and turning it upside down in hopes of finding it, he plopped down onto his sofa, defeated. He had had two fifties, three tens, his latest paycheck, and a couple of old high school photos in his wallet. He had never thought that he'd lose his wallet, of all things, so he'd been fine putting the pictures in there, and while he couldn't quite say that he cared more about the pictures than the money he'd had in his wallet, the photos still held a great deal of sentimental value for him. He wanted to punch himself in the face enough as it was.

"I can't believe this…" he muttered dragging a hand down his face. How how was he supposed to pay the month's rent? He was barely making ends meet as it was, what with going to school while working two part time jobs. While he did have some money in the bank, but it wasn't much, and certainly not enough to cover today's loss. He sulked on the couch for a good half hour before getting up and trudging to the kitchen, deciding he may as well get started on dinner. He made a mental note to talk to the landlord about if he could pay the rent a little later; there was no way he could pay now.

Peering into the fridge, he made a face at what little he had - a few eggs, a half a carton of mild, and a jug of orange juice. He sighed heavily at the thought of his need to go grocery shopping, and quickly shut the fridge, opting to pull out a bowl of instant ramen from the cupboard.

He had just set a pot of water on the stove to boil when there was a loud knock at his door.

"Coming!" he called, drying his hands and going to the door, unlocking it, and pulling it open. "Can I help you?" he asked, taking a small step back, rather surprised that he had to actually look up to meet the man's eyes. Takao wasn't short - not by a long shot - but he still had to tilt his head to look at the man's face, and when he did, he could hardly believe his eyes. Suit and tie led up to the green eyes behind the half rimmed glasses he'd grown so familiar with so many years ago, and they were staring back at him, the surprise in them mirrored in Takao's.

"Shin-chan?"

"Takao?"

The two spoke in unison, and gawked at each other for several long moments.

"Long time no see!" Takao exclaimed, being the first to break the silence, grinning up at his friend. "How long has it been? Four years? Five?" Midorima peered at him for a moment longer, before looking away and readjusting his glasses.

"It's been six." he replied tersely.

"That long, huh?" Takao said thoughtfully. He nodded, moving the thought to the side. "Anyway, what brings you here? How'd you find me?" he asked curiously. Midorima reached into his pocket, and pulled something out, showing it to Takao in explanation. Glancing down, Takao's eyes widened. "My wallet!" he yelped, taking it from his friend, a wave of relief crashing over him. "I can't believe you found it!" Midorima huffed.

"You should be more careful with such important things. Had it not been me that had happened upon it, it certainly would have been stolen." the man chided, earning sheepish laughter from Takao. "You're lucky you had your address written inside."

"I think I'm just lucky that you brought it back to me."

"Well, of course I would."

"No, what I mean is, I'm lucky that it was you."

Midorima made a soft disparaging noise, looking away again, but Takao didn't miss the pink tint that came to his cheeks.

"Have you had dinner yet?" the man asked abruptly, startling Takao.

"No…?" Takao replied slowly.

"Good. Have dinner with me."

"That's not a question, is it?"

"Of course not."

Takao laughed.

"Alright, Ace-sama. I'll listen to your selfish wish. Two more for today, got it?"

Midorima huffed.

"Just hurry up."

A/N: Just a quick thing I did a while back, and didn't post it. (Okay, I did, but then took it down) I still have some uneasiness about writing MidoTaka, to be honest. Not quite used to their personalities. If you have suggestions on how I could improve their characterization, please let me know!

Thanks for reading. Reviews are much appreciated!