A/N: HAPPY AOMIDO WEEK! AoMido fanfics are so scarce in the fandom and I am so excited that we get an entire week to show some love to this pairing. The theme for today is first times and my mind immediately jumped into sex, but since I have absolutely no idea how to write that it's gonna be implied. So let's jump right in!

DAY 1: FIRST TIMES

The moment Midorima steps outside his house, he is immediately tackled by a mass of energy and black fabric in the form of Takao Kazunari.

Takao is standing on his toes, pulling at the collar of Midorima's uniform. He pokes his skin repeatedly as if by doing so he will get the desired reaction. Midorima ignores the urge to push him off (somebody still has to drive him to school after all) and stays still, waiting for Takao to finish prodding him. Once Takao doesn't find whatever he's looking for, he steps away from Midorima, crosses his arms and looks at him from head to toe.

"What are you doing, Takao?" Midorima asks, exasperation in his tone.

"I wanted to see what a hickey from Aomine looks like."

Midorima sputters, blushes pink. He quickly covers Takao's mouth with his hand and looks around as if somebody was listening in before saying in a low voice," What are you talking about nano dayo?"

This time it's Takao who sighs in exasperation," I'm talking about how you and Aomine did the frickle-frackle last night and he didn't left any marks to prove it. Maybe he left it somewhere else..."

"Don't even-!" Midorima slapped Takao's hand away before he could reach for his gakuran.

Takao holds his hand and pouts at him, face twisted into mock hurt. "Ow Shin-chan. That really hurt. You know, I thought getting laid would get that stick out of your ass-"

"Stop using such vulgar terms!" Midorima scolds.

"-but it looks like you're still same old, boring, tsundere Shin-chan." Takao shakes his head in disappoint before skipping away to the rickshaw, leaving Midorima to stare after him in confusion before following him.

"For the record, we did not have sex last night," Midorima says in the locker room while they prepare for morning practice.

"Sure you didn't," Takao says sarcastically as he pops his uniform buttons open. "I suppose you just cuddled on the couch and had a make-out session while Titanic played on the TV."

Midorima scoffs. "First of all, we did not cuddle. Second of all, as if Aomine could actually sit through Titanic."

"So you didn't do anything last night? At all?"

"We just...talked. That's all, Takao."

"Uh-huh." Takao pulls off his shirt. "You're a really bad liar, Shin-chan."

Midorima chooses to ignore him this time. He's already put up with too much of Takao's whims for today. However, as he removes his shirt he could feel someone's eyes burning holes at his back. He turns his head and sees Miyaji-senpai who'd just entered the locker room.

"Not even scratch marks? Come on Midorima. Give us something to work with here," Miyaji says as he opens his locker. "I thought for sure Aomine would mark you the first chance he gets. Unless..."

Midorima is sure he'd regret asking but he does so anyway," Unless what?"

Takao must have realized the answer because he suddenly grins and slaps Midorima's back which startle tue shooter. "Way to go Shin-chan. I didn't know you had it in you."

"What?" he asks, confused.

"What's going in here?" Captain Ootsubo joins the conversation, along with Kimura who trails behind him.

"We were discussing Shin-chan's sex life."

"Takao!"

"And?" Ootsubo asks.

"Midorima didn't have any hickey or scratch marks, which means," Miyaji pauses for dramatic effect and makes sure everyone's eyes is on him," Midorima totally topped Aomine!"

Midorima blushes because what the actual fuck? How did it escalate to this?

And to his surprise, Ootsubo just nods along with it as if it's perfectly normal for them to be having this sort of conversation.

Kimura gives a smirk of triumph and slaps Midorima's back. (Seriously, why is he always the target for this?) "Alright Midorima! Now Miyaji owes me 5000 yen!"

"I'll hand it to you after practice." Miyaji glares at Midorima. "Thanks freshman. You just made me lose my money. I actually thought you were the bottom."

"You made a bet about me?!"

Ootsubo comes over and places a hand on Midorima's shoulder. "Just don't overdo it, okay? I don't want to bench our ace just because his boyfriend made him limp."

"Aomine is not my boyfriend!"

Takao suddenly smirks and Midorima knows from that expression alone that he is about to be utterly screwed. "Really? If he's not your boyfriend and you didn't have sex with him, then what is that in your gym bag Midorima Shintarou?"

Everyone's eyes look down to Midorima's opened gym bag, revealing his lucky item, a miniature model of the Eiffel Tower, his shoes, tape for his fingers, a towel, a water bottle and...something black and red.

Aomine's jersey.

Takao snickers at Midorima's blushing face while Miyaji and Kimura does their best to muffle their laughter. Ootsubo can only sigh and say," You're lucky it's just practice. Just imagine wearing that to a match."

The mental image that brought on causes the team to burst into a new fit of laughter. Through it all Midorima can only clutch the fabric in his hands as he mentally wishes all the bad luck to go to Aomine.

Somewhere on Tōō's rooftop, Aomine sneezes.