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A/N: Hey y'all! I am terribly sorry for the long wait. Should I not go into detail about how my phone died? And yes, most of the time I type on my phone since I feel much more comfortable typing when I lay down on my bed (Yes, I am that weird). It is pretty convenient to type stories on my phone, actually.
Oh, and by the way, I also edited Chapter one since it had too many grammar errors. I really got lazy spell-checking the Fic before so it was added to the reasons why this second chapter took longer time to write. Well anyways... Finally, here's the second chapter! I hope I've written it successfully. Thank you so much for all the reviews. They really mean a lot to me. Also, I'd like to say how surprised I am to find out that I'm the first writer to ever have written a Midorima x Momoi romance FanFiction. Same goes with the KisexMomoi Fic, I think? Teehee. Please correct me if I'm wrong about that, though. Teehee. So anyways... I shall not prolong the excitement any longer.
Here's Chapter two of Midorima's Soft Side.
Enjoy reading!
CHAPTER 2 - The Beast's Den
After eating the red bean soup Midorima had provided her, Momoi watched the news from the green head's flat-screen television. She then had learned about the strong storm that caused her so many burdens earlier. As her ears listened to the reporter's voice, she swiveled her head to the window and saw how the rain hadn't weaken yet.
"According to the weather forecasters, the storm would leave the affected areas by tomorrow morning..."
"This isn't good." said Momoi to herself. Maybe she'd be staying with Midorima for a bit longer than she thought. And the odd thing was that she honestly felt happy about it. She soon turned off the television after the news had finished. The pink head then went to pick up her soggy bag that was lying helplessly on the floor near the stairs. Her hands took out the now useless and soaked contents of her school bag. An upset sigh was heard from her as she thought of the damage it caused her. 'My phone's broken, my school notes, all my data and information about Touou's next opponent... gone!'
Then out of nowhere, she suddenly remembered about her parents that might've been so worried sick about her already. Unfortunately, her phone was already dead and there wasn't any telephone seen anywhere around the house. More importantly, Midorima still haven't reappeared after their encounter upstairs.
"What's taking Midorin so long?" Momoi lost her patience too fast. She hadn't realized herself moving away from her spot. Her feet stormed up to the second floor in search of her tall friend, but her dark pink eyes saw no green hair and black glasses. No emerald eyes to gaze at her indifferently. No warmth. Just empty space.
Momoi then turned to Midorima's bedroom door, hoping he was there. Her small hand reached out to the doorknob, but then hesitated. What if it was locked? Despite the fear and doubt, the pink girl gulped in her ginger thoughts and still tried to open the door. There was a click, then a creak. Luckily, the door to Midorima's bedroom wasn't locked. It seemed like the door itself was tempting her to proceed inside. And she did. But when Momoi peered into the room, her heart sank. There was no sign of the tall green anywhere inside the room.
And despite Midorima's warnings about not touching anything that wasn't hers, Momoi still had the guts to step inside the bedroom. Out of curiosity was her main reason. She felt amused how almost all his things in his room had the color green in it, just like how hers had the color pink. All his lucky items were placed on a huge shelf. Beside it, there was a smaller shelf where his books were all neatly arranged alphabetically. His bed looked oddly inviting. The bed sheets were green, the pillows were white. Momoi's amusement never wavered as she turned to the left side of the room and saw the green head's study table, and at the corner beside it, a half-full trash bin could be seen. Midorima seemed very busy with school assignments. There was a small lamp on top of the study table, along with several pieces of parchment, pencils and pens to keep it company. On the right corner of the table, dark pink eyes locked gazes at seven thick books that Momoi knew very well. It was one of those things that made her childhood worthwhile. And she cherished those books dearly in her heart.
"I didn't know Midorin have read 'Harry Potter' too..."
She was about to pick up one of the seven books, but she froze when her dark pink eyes darted at a parchment that caught her attention. She held it up and read its contents.
"A Shade Of Green
by: Midorima Shintarou
Everybody hated this little Green.
He always felt out of place, never seen.
All the colors were very beautiful
While he was a stain, a mess so awful
But they knew that life would be incomplete
If there wasn't a shade of Green to beat.
Though Green was hated, he was everywhere.
Green is pretty, he'll melt you with his stare.
He is useful, He is reliable.
He can do things beyond impossible.
What is the rainbow without little Green?
What's life without a little shade of Green?"
Momoi felt her heart skip a beat. Giggles filled her lips. It was perhaps the cutest poem she ever read. She felt like keeping it to herself and reading it over and over again. "I didn't know Midorin can write poems!"
"But I do know you'll barge in here and disobey me." said a deep voice that knew how to make the hairs at the back of the pink head's neck stand on end.
"Midorin?!" Momoi turned to the tall Midorima as he approached her. "I - I'm sorry. I can explain-"
"Hand me that paper. Now." demanded the tall green. He glowered at the pink head before her. The muscles on his face tightened. Emerald irises narrowed at the sight of her pink hair. It was as if Momoi just stepped inside a monster's den. And much to her horror, she had awakened the relentless beast. She looked a bit terrified at how he looked a her irately. "Is there anything else you want to touch?"
"Midorin, please stop it... You're scaring me." the color in Momoi's face had gone. Her voice trembled in fear. "I didn't mean to intrude. I - I was looking for you and-"
"I've had enough of your insipid childishness."
"Midorin, please..."
"GET OUT!" yelled Midorima. His fingers were clenched into fists. Those emerald eyes that were filled with overwhelming fury seemed to have stung and hurt Momoi. It directly sent tears to her dark pink eyes. The pink girl dropped the parchment and ran past Midorima. She got to the door and left without a word.
Midorima heard the door slam shut behind him.
He was angry.
And he felt good to know that the nuisance had already fled from his territory.
But he suddenly felt wrong.
There was something about those tears from her eyes that shattered him.
And after a few moments of stunning silence and subsiding anger, he brought a strong hand up to his face and sighed. 'I can't believe that woman can make me angry and at the same time feel so guilty...' He swore bitterly before throwing himself on top of his warm bed. He closed his eyes tight. Why was he feeling so odd tonight? He wasn't like this before. When he was angry to somebody, he'd stay like that for a very long time. But was Momoi an exception?
"And I thought I have already buried everything from the past..." Midorima said under his breath as he remembered how he first saw Momoi...
'A childish and annoying girl, who was born on the seventh of May... Her Zodiac sign is Taurus and her blood type is A, which is why we never get along...' but in spite of all those, Midorima did fall for her. He loved the way how she gathered data, how she was good in school and in being the manager of Teiko's basketball team. They used to have study dates together. Momoi was two months older than him, but he never understood why she kept acting so puerile. He was still glad she kept that demeanor, though. Otherwise, she wouldn't be Momoi at all. Even though he disapproved of her bubbly and out-going personality, it was one of the reasons why he really liked her. She was the only one who could say and do things that make him realize anything out of the blue. And his weakness was the undeniable truth that...
She was so inexplicably beautiful.
Momoi was the only exception to all the rules he'd put up.
And no girl could ever compare to her, because she was special.
And she needed to feel how special she was.
"Momoi... I'm..." mumbled Midorima as he finally opened his emerald eyes. The sight of the ceiling welcomed him back from his deep pondering. He got up from his bed and felt his heart pound inside him. His pride was always too high, now he tried swallowing it hard just for the girl who cried because of that uptight beast within him
'Midorima, you're such an idiot... You know very well that you shouldn't yell at a girl...' the tall green wanted to hit himself for letting his own emotions get to him. He sighed heavily after choosing what his final decision was. His feet touched the bedroom floor as he stood up and made his way to the door.
Midorima went downstairs as fast as he could. And when he got the the living room, his ears picked up the sound of light sobs coming from the sofa. His emerald eyes darted at a curled up figure wearing clothes that were too huge for her. Her face was so red as the tears fell across her face. A huge pang of remorse hit Midorima in an instant. He dropped his unfathomable gazes and began to relax the tensed muscles in his face. His expression softened a little as he watched Momoi sob silently.
"Momoi?" said Midorima in a low voice. It was sadder than usual. Momoi saw him approach to her spot. She looked frail and less zealous than she frequently was. This made the tall green worry.
"Midorin?" mumbled the pink head before her sobs turned harder. "I'm so sorry..."
"I - I should be the one saying that to you." the green head knelt in front of the sofa where Momoi was crying. A slight tint of scarlet had emerged from his face as he marveled at her unbelievable beauty. She still looked beautiful regardless of her face being stained with tears. "I didn't mean to scare you and it also wasn't my intention to hurt your feelings.I just don't know how to control myself sometimes."
"Y - You hate me. I know you do... You always did... It's because I annoy you all the time and-"
"I do get annoyed, but I never hated you, Momoi." said Midorima as he felt his cheeks burn. He felt so pathetic, but he had to apologize. Otherwise, his guilt would haunt him forever.
"Is that true, Midorin?" Momoi gazed at the green head, her dark pink eyes flooded in tears.
"Do you trust me?"
"I do..."
"Then than answers everything." said Midorima as he leaned closer to Momoi. He took her in his arms without any hint of doubt anymore. "I'm sorry, Momoi..."
"Midorin..." the pink head sobbed upon his wide chest. Her fingers dug into his white shirt. "I'm so sorry too..."
Midorima could feel her back tremble. He squeezed her body tighter to show her how serious he really was on asking for an apology and at the same time to secure her.
"Please stop crying now..." the tall green whispered. He closed his eyes as he thought of how good it really felt to embrace somebody. Most of the time, he never revealed his soft side to anybody, because it was a sign of weakness, and of submission. Also, showing affection was always the last thing written on his list, but that moment was an exception.
Because it felt special...
They stayed like that for a long time until Momoi had fallen unusually silent. Her back finally stopped trembling and her sobs had finally died. Midorima felt her heat radiate to his skin. It seemed too warm to be considered normal. He started to feel that something was wrong about the pink girl resting upon his chest. The green haired man looked down at Momoi after pulling himself away from her a little. His mouth fell open as he witnessed how scarlet Momoi's face was. She had her eyes closed, probably too weak to talk to him. Midorima could see upon the pink head's face how she felt tired and stressed. He placed a palm over her face, neck and forehead and had concluded that his little pink was having a fever.
"Momoi, you're burning up!" said Midorima in shock. Momoi could only respond with a very weak smile.
"Midorin will take care of me, won't he?" she whispered without even opening her dark pink eyes. The tall green head stayed quiet as he brought his hand left arm behind Momoi's upper back and the other on the back of her knees. He pulled her up from the sofa without even straining himself. Midorima carried the pink head bridal-style and headed to the stairs.
"I will..." He said shortly as he stepped on the staircases up to the second floor.
When the two got into the bedroom, Midorima laid Momoi down on his bed and tucked her in. He gave her some medicines to drink and even made an effort to warm a towel that he immersed in hot water. He also willingly placed the towel upon her forehead. Momoi responded with a small smile. She mumbled words of gratitude as Midorima took care of her. The pink haired lady didn't how touched the green head was. But how would she ever know that if he kept concealing his feelings from his face?
The green haired man also gave a quick call to the pink girl's anxious parents, telling them that their daughter was out of harm's way and that he'd keep her safe for the whole night. Time passed as the silence grew deeper. Momoi's eyelids closed heavily. All that trudging through the rain, which happened to be a storm, seemed to have drained all her strength. Midorima watched her sleep peacefully. His emerald eyes were fixed at her rosy face. It was the most innocent thing he ever saw in his entire life. He would often scoff and glare in disgust at the slightest innocence his eyes saw. But that was Momoi he was staring at, and declining to have the pleasure of observing her up-close was rather foolish. He finally had her all to himself. Why would he waste that once in a lifetime moment?
Sitting on a chair across the bed where Momoi rested, Midorima had no plans on sleeping. He secretly wanted to be the pink head's guardian angel for the night. Also, he wanted to make sure she was alright by checking her temperature every now and then. And to extinguish the boredom he was beginning to feel, his emerald eyes glanced at the seven books that were settled nicely upon his study table. All seven books were his most favorite novels, his lucky items of the day. It was a sin to leave one behind, for all seven books became a part of his childhood. He wouldn't fall in love with reading if it weren't for the magic the books had bestowed upon him. A faint and tired smile appeared on his face as he moved to pick up one of the seven books. He went back to his chair as he flipped through the pages of the 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone' book. The tall green head read the book like he never had read it before. His ears could hear the rain fall against his bedroom's barred window pane. The thunder roared and kept diminishing the silence He and Momoi needed. But Midorima didn't mind the noise at all. It was nothing compared to the loud gong of his conscience earlier. And now that everything was back in order, he felt peaceful.
And possibly, more in love with the pink sleeping beauty in front of him…
A/N: Fuwaaaah~ I'm so speechless for this chapter!
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