Your Very Worst

by MaintainPressure

Midorima Shintarou has faced challenging situations before, but none more so than the one that appears at the beginning of his second year at Shutoku High. Satoshi Hiroko is a mysterious and unwelcome addition to the miracle shooter's social and individual life, not to mention he has enough personal baggage to drag them both down. But Midorima is yet to learn the worst of it.

1. Prologue

Prologue

In the last light of this day, beneath the radiant stars which had only just blinked into existence, many wonders are sure to occur. For instance, one elusive wonder may be found under a leaf in a small tree, where a butterfly breathes its first breath of new life; another behind the joy in a little face that has just beheld the sight of a mewling kitten. Others may hide behind masks of punitive indifference; in dark alleyways loathe to prove host to such miracles, a tiny bird fights for life and receives flight, and in the bright streets that hoard less hope than harsh teachings, a tiny hand embraces the coarse, weathered finger of a homeless man.

Yes, it was a night for many miracles – but none more so than that which transpires only once every eleven years.

This story begins in the blinking, wonder-filled eyes of a small child, inside of which stares the eyes of another, small child. Under the somnolent eye of the Balsamic moon, two tiny beings gaze into each other – seeing, understanding, unearthing boundless mysteries beholden to none but the other. Violet blurs into green while green remains prominent, before succumbing to the lure of the moon's mystical pull; green immerses amid violet.

Hesitantly, almost reverently, they meet. A feather light touch – a whisper of chance – a sealing of destiny. They merge; violet into green, and one after the other, their faces reflect the stars. Once-bitter nemeses shed their inhibitions like armour, and with a small giggle of affirmation from one half of what had become – however briefly – a single whole, fate took a different path, and possibilities stretched out like the endless sea of stars that twinkled overhead with equal merriment.

Order regarded the sight before him, frowning in discontent as the two children ran and leapt and learned true happiness, while Anarchy clapped her hands in glee at the sight. On this night, all was not as it should be, but all that could be was seen. Lines were crossed and possibilities were explored and conclusions were dashed like the leaves beneath their feet. It was a night of perfect, wonderful infinities.

Nevertheless, it would not last; in the near future inhibitions became leashed, armour was donned, and violet was violet. Words would hamper and eyes would lower and a sneering voice would remind the two of their place in the world. Things would become as they should, and Order sighed once in relief.

Yet, for now, the opposites had found an accord, for it is on this day that Cancer and Aries find themselves matched as equals, and the stars smile down on them both.