Summary: One evening, it was raining so hard that Momoi had to stay in to the nearest house she knew - Midorima's. And that was when the fun started. (A MidoMomo FanFiction. NO HATE PLEASE.)

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I still don't own Kuroko no Basuke, and its amazing characters. What I do own is this FanFiction and my sheer imagination.

A/N: Hullo! It's me again! So after writing the Kise x Momoi FanFiction (my first KnB FanFic) and gaining positive reviews, as promised, I've finally finished writing my second KnB FanFiction, which is all about Midorima and Momoi's relationship! *squeals* this was supposed to be a one-shot FanFiction, but I had a hard time with Midorima's overly tsundere personality, so I had written it a bit longer to put more character development! It has three chapters, actually, and I will update the second chapter as soon as possible! After this, I shall write AoMomo next. Well, it kind'a depends with my schedule, but I'll make sure to write it! So better watch out for my third KnB FanFiction, AoMomo Shippers!
Well anywho~ I do hope you enjoy reading this FanFiction as much as I enjoyed writing it.
If you don't like the MidoMomo ship though, then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. And don't make a review about how you hated the two together. But to those who'd like to give this ship a try (and to those who really ship it as hard as I do), please do not hesitate to read and review. Yes, reviews (praises, compliments or criticisms about the writing and the story) are highly appreciated (just as long as there's no hate to the ship involved).
As fellow fanatics of KuroBasu, we should all respect each other. Forget hate and keep the love, my dearies!
Now, on with the story!

Midorima's Soft Side

CHAPTER 1 - The Heavy Rainfall

Momoi ran.

She ran as fast as she could across the slippery and wet streets. The rain poured even harder. Every raindrop falling upon her body felt heavy. She was desperately looking for a shed to stay, but no luck. Her bag and all of its contents were terribly soaked. She herself was unbelievably drenched starting from her long pink hair down to her shoes. Why had she forgotten to bring her umbrella in this kind of weather?

'Momoi, you're so stupid sometimes!' she thought to herself as she ran home. Those people walking down the same street as the pink girl, all were having umbrellas and coats that kept them warm for the evening, eyed her pitiful state as she ran past them. Momoi felt totally embarrassed and only managed to let her wet pink hair curtain her scarlet face. That wasn't the perfect time to mope around and sob, she thought to herself as she continued her long, tragic journey through the rain. Not even the resonant roar of thunder and the blinding flash of lightning weakened her.

Moments passed and the cool wind started to blow hard against her. This made both her knees tremble. The frigid atmosphere had enveloped her in an instant. Her now wet and sticky clothes had lost all its dryness and warmth and it didn't help her at all to ease the coldness she was feeling. The rain seemed like it wouldn't stop. The pink haired lady felt very troubled as she slowed down from her tiring run. She took a few seconds to catch her breath. That was it, she was pretty much hopeless. Home was still far away and the rain was gradually getting stronger. Momoi had no choice but to stay in to somebody's house until the rain would cease to exist. She familiarized the subdivision she was now in, and then realized that she was just a few blocks away from Midorima's house. Determination was etched upon her face as she trudged through the heavy rainfall. That tall man with green locks and emerald eyes seemed to have resembled the poor pink girl's hope for the night.

x x x

The dark blue sky was unseen by everyone that evening. Only huge and wide dark grey clouds were in full display above. It covered the whole city with unending raindrops, lightning and thunder. But none of these disturbances of Mother Nature have budged Midorima from his seat. He was in his bedroom, busy scribbling artful words upon a piece of parchment on his study table. He paused to reread the poem he had written. Emerald eyes fixed upon the once empty piece of parchment until a crease began to form in the middle of his forehead.

"This is not good at all..." He muttered. Unsatisfied with his literary work, he relentlessly crumpled the ink-stained parchment and threw it effortlessly at a trash bin that was already half-full due to his countless attempts of poetry writing. He shoot the crumpled parchment, and imagined himself scoring three points in a basketball game. The parchment had tumbled down inside the bin to meet the other wasted parchments that have no use to Midorima anymore.

'I didn't know poetry writing was this difficult...' He thought to himself as he turned to his right. His glinting emerald eyes gazed at the seven books that were neatly stacked to one side of his study table.

'However, giving up is never an option...'

A small smirk crept upon his face as he took another piece of parchment and commenced writing once more. That poem was a school assignment that should be done properly and perfectly. He would never let anybody else be better than him at anything.

'I have my lucky item with me to compensate my bad luck. There is no way I will fail this.' Midorima thought as he wrote his first stanza. He was more confident writing a poem now than earlier. But as he continued, his mind slowly flew off to somewhere else. He remembered something that caused his bemusement. There was something peculiar about Cancer's fate that day. According to the Oha-Asa horoscope, he'd be showing his soft side to those who'd ask for his help and that his lucky item of the day was his favorite novel. The day was about to end but nothing interesting had happened yet. Nobody had even asked him for any form of help whatsoever. The green head was about to wander inside his thoughts a little longer until a knock was heard from his house's front door.

x x x

A frustrated sigh had slipped away from Momoi's cherry lips after she knocked the barred wooden door of Midorima's house. She waited and waited as she shivered at the coldness touching her bare flesh.

'What is taking Midorin so long? I hope he's still awake... I hope he's home...'

Then there was an audible clicking of the doorknob, and a loud creak as the door opened before her. Beyond it, her dark pink eyes saw a tall man with glasses. His green hair fell perfectly upon his face. His emerald eyes, though their gazes were as cold as the rain pouring, dazzled her.

"Midorin!" cried Momoi cheerfully before lunging herself to Midorima, whose eyes widened. His jaws dropped at the intensely drenched figure before her. The green head watched the pitiful pink girl embrace him tight. He felt the essence of rain that Momoi bore seep into his plain white shirt. At first, the tall green could not muster up the words he needed to say. Maybe it was because he was too focused on the closeness their bodies. He never really felt comfortable being hugged and cuddled. Not to mention the way that the pink haired girl's full-bosomed chest was pressed against his stomach.

"M - Momoi..." said Midorima in a tone filled with awe rather than shock. When the pink girl finally pulled away, the two started a much less touchy feely conversation.

"I almost thought you wouldn't open the door for me, Midorin..." said Momoi as she managed to flex her lips into a smile full of gratitude.

"More importantly, what have you been doing out in the rain?! Just look at yourself!" demanded Midorima. The pink girl felt the resonant timbre of his voice. It made her feel like she was being scolded by her own father.

"Su - Sumimasen, Midorin! I got out of school late and then it started to rain so hard while I was walking home..." said Momoi meekly as she scratched her cheeks gently with the end of her index finger, her smile still visible. The tall green man looked down at the poor little lady as if she was a huge burden to his evening.

"And you didn't even bring an umbrella with you earlier?" he sternly asked. This made the buxom pink's face turn rosy as she looked down to her thoroughly wet shoes.

"Well, I sort of forgot..." she mumbled lowly but it was enough for Midorima to hear.

"Where's Aomine?! He should've been with you." the green head kept firing questions that he didn't notice how Momoi's knees kept knocking each other as the cool wind blew past them and the rain fell immensely harder.

"Th - That moron never showed up in school today... And b - besides, he wouldn't share his umbrella with me if he h - had one!"Momoi stammered weakly as her mind thought of Aomine, making her annoyance fire up a bit, and as her body fought back against the frigid weather. Midorima hadn't noticed the pink head struggle as he placed a palm over his forehead.

"Good Grief." he sighed, annoyed at the predicament fate had put him into.

"M - Midorin? C - Can I stay in your house for a while? Please? Until the rain s - stops?" This made the green head finally realize how terrible Momoi's situation was. And as much as he liked to shut the door, he didn't. A reason for holding back, he did not know.

'Do I even have a choice?' said Midorima inside his mind as he made room for Momoi to enter.

"Come in."

The pink haired lady smiled weakly as she bowed and took off her wet shoes.

"A - Arigatou, Midorin!"

"Please hurry up." said Midorima sternly as he looked away from the little pink. And when Momoi finally stepped inside the threshold, a parcel of warmth came to her.

"Sugoi...Midorin, your home is so warm!" said the pink head as she turned her head to observe her tall friend's welcoming domain. Midorima ignored what she said and quickly went upstairs without a word.

"Midorin, where are you going?" asked Momoi as she watched Midorima's back ascend to the next floor until he was seen no more. She sighed before she realized that she was left alone in the silent living room to wander around freely. After a few minutes, Midorima finally came back to the living room. He heard sweet giggles as he turned to the girl with long pink locks.

"What are you giggling about?" asked Midorima as he approached Momoi.

"Ah, Midorin!" the pink head then turned to the tall green after hearing his deep voice. "I was just looking at your baby pictures in this album! You were so cute back th-"

"What?!" Midorima jolted at what he heard and then glared at the green photo album that was in Momoi's hands. "Where did you get that?!"

"I found it underneath that small table. It's a pretty odd place to hide a photo album, actually." Momoi giggled once again. She saw how Midorima's face heat up.

"G - Give me that, Momoi! Seriously, you shouldn't touch anybody's property without asking permission." said Midorima as he grabbed the photo album, that had the same color as his hair, from the pink girl. Momoi didn't mind this and kept giggling at his reaction.

"Baby Midorin has the cutest little bottom!" Momoi loftily said in a sing-song voice. She repeated it for several times as she wiggled a finger. The tall green's dignity slightly degraded. His face began to burn scarlet at the word 'cute' and 'bottom'.

"Enough already, Momoi!" said Midorima, a bit louder than his usual voice. Momoi could only giggle at such a priceless face. "Will you just go upstairs to the bathroom already?"

"Eh?"Momoi paused and gazed up at Midorima's red face. "Bathroom?"

"Yes. I've prepared a warm bath for you. Here's your towel." the green head handed a thick green towel to Momoi, who almost forgot about being so drenched in frigid rain. The pink head took the towel and thanked Midorima, who was still a bit red after her childish teasing.

"I can always count on Midorin!" said Momoi as she wrapped her arms around the green haired man once again. "He is so thoughtful and sweet!"

"When did preparing a warm bath for somebody became sweet and thoughtful?" asked Midorima as he glanced at the pink haired girl who was hugging him tight.

"The simplest things you do are the sweetest and most thoughtful..." said the little pink. Her voice was muffled by Midorima's white shirt. The green head's free hand slowly moved to Momoi's back, but then he felt this strong hesitation ring inside him. So he decided to move his hand away instead and gently break free from such a lovely embrace.

"Come. I'll show you where the bathroom is."

"H - Hai." Momoi then followed her tall friend to the stairs. And when they finally reached the second floor of Midorima's house, Momoi started to ask questions to extinguish the deafening silence.

"So, Midorin, where are your parents?"

"They're on a business trip. They won't be home in three days." said Midorima in his usual tone of voice. Momoi went beside him as they walked closer to the bathroom.

"What about your sister?"

"She's at my grandmother's house for the weekend."

"Oh. So you're alone here until they get back?" asked Momoi as she turned to look at the green haired man's face. He always seemed so serious. The pink girl rarely saw his other emotions. And whenever she had the chances to witness those emotions emerge from Midorima's face, she felt special, it felt priceless, and it felt genuine.

"Probably so..." He then turned to Momoi and shot her an unfathomable gaze. "But since you're here for the mean time, I guess I'm not going to be alone for a while."

"I'll make sure you won't feel alone, Midorin..." Momoi returned his gaze with a sweet smile. Midorima averted his eyes from the pretty little lady as they reached the bathroom door.

"Here it is." said the green head shortly.

"Arigatou, Midorin!" Momoi turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. "I won't take long, I promise."

"I won't mind just as long you put those wet clothes of yours properly at one side of the tub." said Midorima, which made the pink lady halt from her steps.

"Eh?! What for?"

"I'm going to wash and dry them for you as soon as you're done using the bathroom."

A shade of pink appeared on Momoi's cheeks. This made her green friend raise an eyebrow.

"What's the matter?"

"Ano..." the pink head tucked her wet hair behind her ear before she continued." Maybe it's best if I wash my own clothes by myself."

"No. It's fine with me. Besides, I don't want you touching anything." said Midorima, clenching the green photo book in his other hand.

"But you're allowed to touch my supposed-to-be private undergarments? That's so unfair Midorin..." Momoi's face heated up. And that was when the tall green realized what she was trying to say. His face started to warm up as well.

"N - No! I didn't mean it that way! And you worry too much! I - I have no bad intentions, if that's what you're thinking!" Midorima stammered in front of the pink lady. Silence fell upon them in an instant. Then Momoi gave out a faintsigh, and let out a little smile.

"And that is why I trust you the most, Midorin."

She said calmly. Those words made Midorima stay rooted on the spot until Momoi went inside the threshold. Not one of his so-called friends had ever told him that they trusted him except for Momoi. Did it mean that she approved of letting him wash her clothes then?

"Women." Midorima muttered before gently pushing back his glasses and turning his heel to leave.

x x x

"I feel so refreshed!" Momoi exclaimed after wrapping the green towel around her slender body. She slightly opened the door and peered out to see nobody else. Just an empty space. She looked down at the well polished floor. Her dark pink eyes caught sight of a new set of clothes folded nicely for her. Momoi smiled absentmindedly. She never thought Midorima would be so concerned for her. Let alone give so much effort for someone like her, a girl he never really liked.

'He really does have a soft side...'

The pink head took the clothes she was given. She unfolded the blue shirt and the black jogging pants. Her sweat dropped as she realized that both garments were too big for her. Obviously, the clothes belonged to Midorima himself. But she wondered where the bra and panties came from. 'Maybe it was from his mother's.' she thought before wearing the two first. She had a hard time wearing the bra. It won't fit her chest at all. After multiple attempts to hook the bra behind her back, she gave up and called out to Midorima from the slightly opened bathroom door.

"Midorin! Midorin, I've got a huge problem here!"

After a few minutes, the pissed Midorima came walking to the bathroom door that was slightly left ajar. How will he ever finish his poem by the end of the day? He knocked the door to catch the attention of the pink girl who was on the other side.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Momoi jolted at the sound of his voice.

"Midorin, this bra is too small for me!" she said through the door. Midorima saw her hand appear from the slightly opened space, holding the undergarment she had shunned. "Please go find me a bigger one."

"How big is that chest of yours? This is the biggest size already!" yelled Midorima as he grabbed the undergarment from Momoi's hand. No matter how furious he got, deep inside him he was deeply impressed by how big her breasts really were.

"Whose bra is that anyway? From your little sister?" asked Momoi, who tried to stifle her laughter despite the fact that Midorima was already getting annoyed.

"It's belongs to my mother!"

"Oh. My bad. Well go hurry up and find me a bigger one please?"

"Just wait for a minute or two." the tall green swore under his breath before leaving his spot. And as he promised, he did come back with a new undergarment for Momoi to try.

"Here." he stuck his hand inside the small space of the opened door. "I hope that fits."

"Thank you, Midorin!" Momoi giggled as she took the bra from her green haired friend's hand. Silence fell over for a few seconds.

"Well?" asked Midorima from the outside of the door.

"Yes! It finally fits!" the pink girl responded with glee in the tone of her voice. She finally opened the bathroom door to reveal herself. Midorima's emerald green eyes saw how big the shirt and jogging pants were for Momoi. He tried looking away to stifle a small chuckle that almost slipped out of his lips.

"Is there something wrong, Midorin?" Momoi raised a pink eyebrow and walked out of the bathroom before closing it shut. The tall man coughed a little and began to walk ahead.

"It's none of your concern." he indifferently said. Momoi pouted. She was sure there was something else in Midorima's mind. The pink head quickly went past the tall man and turned to face him. Her arms wide open, like she was on defense in a basketball game. She glared at a pair of emerald eyes.

"What's your problem now?"

"You're thinking about how I look ridiculous in these clothes, aren't you?" Momoi said, her dark pink eyes never left the emerald ones.

"And why would I waste my time thinking about that?" retorted Midorima. He tried his best to sound convincing. 'Women are such fascinating creatures. They can easily read minds like it's a normal thing...'

"So you're not making fun of me?" the little pink studied the tall man's face, making sure he wasn't lying to her.

"I told you, I'm not. And stop making a huge fuss about it." said Midorima as he watched Momoi tiptoe herself up to raise her height higher. She seemed like she wouldn't let the green head off the hook that easily.

"All men keep saying things like that just to cover up their true intentions!" said Momoi in a way like she was lecturing her green haired friend. Those round dark pink irises matched with a cute pout, Midorima thought she was rather adorable.

"You're giving too much thought over the pettiest things." the tall green sighed. He closed his eyes so that he wouldn't see that attractive face of the pink head again, avoiding the temptation of kissing her.

"It doesn't matter how you look like... You're still beautiful regardless."

After taking note of what he just said, Midorima's mouth suddenly sagged. He could not believe how those words escaped from his lips. A pair of emerald eyes was wide open in shock. His head turned to Momoi, who didn't seem mad anymore.

"You really think so, Midorin?" her eyes sparkled as her cheeks went rosy.

"I - I don't know what you're talking about." the tall green pushed back his glasses and tried all his efforts to hide his scarlet face. He hastily turned himself around to the bathroom. "I should better start washing your clothes now so that they'd be dry as early as possible."

"M - Midorin!"

Then for the third time that night, those arms that belonged to the pink girl clung to Midorima like he was her very own stuffed toy. The tall man felt her small fingers twitch on his abdomen. Her head was pressed against his strong back. The green head tried his best not to breathe deep. He hoped she wouldn't here how his heart pounded and raced rapidly inside his chest. Midorima closed his eyes tight. Why was he feeling so nervous? Why was he feeling weak and speechless every time he felt her close to him? Was it because of the hug or was it because of her? The thoughts inside his mind scattered.

"Momoi, stop hugging me..." Those were the only words his slightly trembling mouth could say.

"I can't help it... You keep giving me reasons why I should..." Momoi said in a hushed tone. Then a faint giggle came out of her cherry lips. "I never thought you'd ever think about how I looked like..."

"I never even thought I'd say what I keep thinking about straight-forwardly to you..." Midorima said lowly. He then brought his hands over to where Momoi's were. The pink head felt how warm his palms were over the back of her hands. She blushed at his precious touch. It was her first time to be held by Midorima.

And it felt so special...

"Momoi..." The green haired man would love to stay locked around her for a longer time, but he already felt wrong staying like that with her. And as much as it killed him to pull away, he still did.

"Please head down to the kitchen. I know you haven't eaten dinner yet. Luckily, I bought some canned red bean soup earlier. I hope that will suffice your hunger. I'll meet you downstairs after I finish dealing with your clothes."

Midorima said without even turning to the pink haired lady facing his back. Momoi secretly beamed at her friend.

"I'll meet you downstairs then, Midorin!" said Momoi before turning her heel to the stairs, leaving the green head exceedingly wonder-struck.

A/N: So… how was it? I kind'a think Midorin was a bit out of character. Are there awkward sentences? Are there any wrong grammars that I should correct? How was the first chapter to you? Let me know what you think.
Chapter 2 will be out as soon as possible, I promise.
Thank you for reading!