So, I'm back with new chapter and I really want to thank all of you for wonderful reviews and words of encouragement! This goes especially to leona-dracontis and Akai Miko (I NEVER remember your new id on ff net).

Huge thanks to my wonderful beta - Tainted Fated Demise - you really have a speed, girl.

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He knew what he had just done. He knew it all too well and just thinking about it made him anxious and restless. Midorima's gaze left his book once again and traveled to Takao who was still in his own little world of games, not realizing that he was the source of his friend's distress. Midorima was struggling to focus but the words somehow just slipped out of his brain. It was still to busy mulling over what he just did.
That feeling…it made him remember those first few months of playing basketball. Looking for the first time at the perfect arc, waiting for the ball to fall and earn three points without touching the hoop was something close to a miracle. Before basketball his life was… unemotional and eerily quiet. He didn't have friends, not even acquaintances. All he did was study in peace, then go to cram school and after that to his house. Which was almost always empty because his parents were always on another trip or at a business meeting and the cook just left him food on the counter. So he studied a little more and then went to sleep.
There were days at school when he didn't even have to open his mouth and when teachers called on him he had a small problem with speaking because he almost always forgot how to speak. Besides, he didn't like speaking anyway. What's wrong with being quiet when all people around him were morons? It's completely normal, right? When other kids started to laugh at him, calling him the "autistic giant" he started to speak. At first they were shocked that he could talk. Then, they were shocked once again because he was using such complex language that they all left him to his peace once again. Being rude in sophisticated way was working wonders.
And then there were the PE classes and when they were playing basketball it somehow felt right. Nothing entirely splendid, but it was nice and joining basketball team in middle school gave him something to do beyond studying. For the first few weeks, he thought it was just nice way of spending his time, but then Akashi told him to shoot from the middle of the court. He didn't have that certainty back then, he didn't even know if he could manage. Something within in him told him to shoot with higher arc and that sudden attack of anxiety- an irregular beating of the heart; problems with breathing and tension in his head and heart that made them feel like they would explode because of the hesitation- were almost killing him.
It was glorious feeling. For the first time he felt really alive.
And now he was feeling it once again. Because he knows that by the time Takao ended his game it'd be too late for him to go home by train and much too late to go by foot. And since tomorrow was Sunday he could sleep over. It's happened many times before, the last time just a week ago, but… but this time it would be different because last week Takao helped him in throwing out the futon that was destroyed beyond repair after Midorima's cousin's cat (vile, evil monster ball of fluff) got his paws on it. He really shouldn't let his mother talk him into caring for that beast ever again. Because now the only place that was fit for sleeping was his bed. His single person bed. The couch was only made for sitting and if either of them slept on it, it could definitely end with bad muscle aches or even injury. And the floor would only be an option in summer, most definitely not in winter.
And he told Takao to stay and play games knowing all of this.
What the hell possessed him to say it?! Oh, he knew what it was and he didn't like it and it was all Takao's fault. Midorima should go turn off that stupid game and kick the smaller guy right out into the snow. Yes, that would do. He should kick him out in the next five minutes if he wanted Takao to catch up with the last train.
The next five minutes found him deciding how to approach that subject and of course, just when he decided to just toss him without any explanation, it was too late. Midorima took off his glasses in exasperation and tried not to growl at himself and his own inability to move. He wanted Takao out of here badly, but at the same time he wanted him to stay. But he really couldn't decide which option was worse. He liked being with Takao, especially when the guy was quiet (and, in all seriousness, he wasn't even quiet in his sleep, but let's just say that in the Takao-meter of sound it was quiet) and he actually prided himself in his steel self-control, so it's not like he would do…strange things.
So why was he so nervous?
"Oi, Shin-chan," Takao's voice rang out, startling him, almost causing him to almost poke his eye out while settling glasses into place.
"What? I told you to be quiet!"
"But you're the one making strange noises. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
The bastard. He was still sitting with his back turned to Midorima, but his smile was loud enough by itself.

"I most certainly do not make strange noises! You should check your hearing!"
"Went to a check-up last month as you should know since you were there, too." Takao shot him an amused look and started playing again, "So…is that book so annoying?"
"You have no idea," murmured Midorima and his heart skipped a beat with Takao's next words.
"I missed last train so I'll stay over, 'kay? I already texted Mom."
He wasn't as stupid as to wish that Takao's mother would disagree and drive across half of town to take her poor baby home. For some reason, Takao's whole family liked Midorima to the point of stupidity. His mother called him "Shintarou darling", while stuffing him with tons of unhealthy food and that infuriating little girl he called his sister had the impudence to call him "Shin-nii" and was all smiles when he glared at her. His father wasn't much better - only telling him that if they ever would want to marry it would be better for Midorima to marry into their family rather than other way around and then go back to his dinner. And when he screamed that there was no chance in hell, that he wasn't like that, he got only a small smile and a "whatever you say", clearly enjoying Midorima's misery and embarrassment. Loons, the lot of them. And to top it off, Takao himself was dying from laughter the entire time. No wonders he's the way he is.
"I hope this time it's not some creepy variation of staying late in your love nest?" He didn't even have to try to sound threatening. Takao snickered.
"Nope. This time there'll be no half-truths. The left side of the head is still little swollen from the beating you gave me over this one."
"Then I should hit your right side more if you still think that's a half-truth and not a blatant lie."
"Awww, Shin-chan, you're hurting my feelings here, you know?" Takao laughed and immediately swore when girl with long blonde hair got her ass kicked, "Ouch, that hurt. See how distracting you are, Shin-chan? Just the sound of your voice and I'm losing my game!"
"It serves you right, moron. And why did you need to stay? You should have gone before the train left!"
Takao paused the game and looked at him with laughter dancing in those damned eyes that always saw through Midorima's bullshit, "But I wanted to play and since you're going to move outside of town, I need to spend as much time with you as possible, right?"
Something contracted within Midorima's chest and for a moment it really, really hurt. He wanted to hit that idiot's smiling face, he wanted to touch him, to caress his face, to throw him out. But since all of those options were contradictions and all out of question he opened his book once again and pretended to read.
"I don't know how you think we'll manage here since there isn't futon."
With each passing second of Takao's silence, Midorima's heart beat faster and faster. He was…no, just no. Midorima never panicked. Why does he never shut up when it's necessary? And why does he decide to be quiet when he should be talking?!

"You know, Shin-chan, if you wanted to get me in your bed so badly, you just had to ask."

"WHO SAID YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP WITH ME?!"
Takao roared with laughter and almost doubled over.

"God, it's such a shame you can't see your face, Shin-chan! It's hilarious, I tell you! And, oh my god! Who said that I was going to sleep with you? I just said sleeping in your bed!"
Yes, Takao was definitely sleeping outside, no matter it being minus three Celsius outside and snowing. These kind of thoughts must have appeared on his face because Takao stopped and sighed, still smiling.
"I'm not laughing at you, Shin-chan. It's just that I always feel so happy around you that I can't stop teasing you just to make you stop choosing that annoying book over talking with me." Midorima didn't know how to react since he was sure it was just some new kind of a joke. Takao stood up and sat down beside his friend, looking him in the eye. Now his face was serious, but for some reason the taller boy thought that Takao looked like he was infuriated with something and was simply hiding it. "And I really meant that part about wanting to spend as much time with you as I can while you're still here."
"You're embarrassing." sputtered Midorima, trying very hard not to blush and stumble around his words. He hated it when Takao was this close, when he cocked his head to the side and was looking at him so intently that Shintarou wanted just to lean in, to graze his cheek with his own, to kiss him. All Midorima could do was control his gaze so he avoided looking at Takao's thin lips. It really was awful to realize that he was the embarrassing one here. "Besides, I told you that I'm thinking about it. It's still not decided so stop making an idiot of yourself and leave me and my infuriating book alone and go back to your big-chested idiots who're doing god-knows-what!"
Takao snickered and he somehow relaxed, "They're not stupid, Shin-chan! If you would just try to play it once without whining about just how unrealistic it is, you would like it! Sometimes it takes a real talent to…"
The rest of Takao's monologue, as he came back to his game was only a background noise that Midorima was accustomed to. And this felt right and he even learned to like it.

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There was something soft touching his arm. Touching him, rubbing against his skin. And it was so pleasant…Midorima opened his eyes a little and what he saw on his arm was a giant cat and he screamed and sat up to see just Takao.
"Whoa! Shin-chan! That was one hell of a scream!"
"Wha…" He looked around a little dazed. His glasses had somehow fallen off and when he propped them up on nose and looked around the most idiotic thing he'd ever said came out of his mouth, "There's no cat?"
Takao chuckled and handed him a tea, "Nope. None at all. You dozed off, Shin-chan and had a nightmare. I wanted to let you sleep, but when you screamed, I freaked out!"
Midorima wanted to say that something did touch him and only then did he realize that he was covered by a blanket. So he did the only proper thing, he glared at his friend. "So it was your fault. I thought it was a cat!"
"Yeah, sorry it's not. I'll do better next time, I swea… oi! Watch it, Shin-chan! It's hot!"
"You're so noisy…" Midorima tried to add a few insults, but a massive yawn cut them out.
"You got up early again, didn't you?" Takao smiled, closed Midorima's book and stood up. "Up to bed with you, Shin-chan. I'll even sing you a lullaby! Just let me borrow some of your pajamas or shirt. Your shirt can pass for a nightdress on me."
Well, if he was still sleepy that line definitely woke him up. Takao. In his shirt. In his bed. Beside him. OH GOD.
"I think I need…" he started but he didn't know where he could go at midnight when it was freezing cold outside and then stay there a whole night. Well, he could always go to one of his middle school teammates but three out of five of them would slam the door in his face without a second thought. And, funnily enough, those three were Aomine ("To hell with you, Midorima, I want to sleep!"), Akashi ("There is no reason to wake me up at this hour. We will talk about this later, Shintarou.") and Murasakibara ("blbpbl… am sleepy, go away…"). Kise didn't have the guts, and Kuroko was too nice for his own good.
"You need…?" Shit. Apparently Takao was still waiting for some eloquent answer.
"I need you to take a shower before wearing my pajamas. You didn't wash properly after the training session."
Yes. All the awards for Midorima Shintarou. If there was a time to be happy about Takao having an over-sensitive sense of humour, it was now. He had gone to the shower, laughing like man possessed, which thankfully gave Midorima some time to cool down. But no. Wait. He told him to shower before going to bed. And what if Takao thought… He wouldn't, right?
"Need to calm down." he muttered. This whole infatuation was really unhealthy for both his mind and body. Who would sign up for that willingly?! He changed into his own pajamas and was now standing before his own bed wondering if it was better to lie down now and look like he was waiting for Takao to join him or not laying down and still look like he was waiting for Takao to join him.
"This is so stupid." he hissed and twitched when the doors to the bathroom opened and Takao came out. With wet hair. In Midorima's shirt that was barely covering his thighs. He really shouldn't look at his thighs.
"What's so stupid?"
"You, of course."
"Nice. So now I'm a 'this'?" Takao started to dry his hair with a towel, which was something that required his hands around head. A move that made his shirt reveal slowly Takao's boxers.
"I'm sleeping by the wall." Midorima said matter-of-factly, acting like he just wasn't just ogling his best friend.
"Eh? Why?"
"Because if there's someone who's going to fall during the night, it's not going to be me."
"Just don't steal my covers and we'll be ok, Shin-chan."
They were talking just like some stupid newlyweds. It really was a nightmare.
"You have your own covers. I saw during the training camps exactly what you can do while sharing it with someone."
"We were all drunk, well, except you and coach who was trying very hard to pretend he didn't know (which was a truly magnificent task since Ootsubo-senpai was at his door confessing his eternal love for him in a song) and it was Kimura-senpai who tried to steal my blanket!"
"You were sleeping, how could you remember?" Midorima snorted and got under his own covers feeling so nervous it was nauseating. It was getting annoying.
"That's my version and I'm sticking to it. Now scoot over. You're so huge I'm afraid I'll fall before actually getting any sleep." When Takao turned off the light and started to crawl into bed, Midorima knew it was a really bad idea. He had remembered that his bed was small, yes. But he forgot just how big he himself was and that Takao wasn't small either. And now Takao's back was firmly pressed against his own and… well, it's a good thing it was back-to-back since Shintarou just got extremely aroused.
"Hey, Shin-chan…"
"WHAT?!"
"No need to be so loud." whispered Takao, "I just…Don't go, okay?
"Where?"
"To that college."
"Don't be ridiculous. If I want to go, I will."
For a moment there was silence and suddenly, Takao shifted and propped himself up on one elbow, so when Midorima looked up all he actually saw was blurred image of Takao.
"I was serious when I said that I'll miss you."
Once again that tight feeling appeared in his chest, which made breathing a hard task. He made himself think that the wall was a very interesting object to stare at. He couldn't look at Takao. He wasn't sure he could control himself if he did.
"You'll find someone else to make fun of."
"And you? Would you really be okay without me?"

No. I won't. That's what he would like to say. Takao leaned in more, his chest brushing Midorima's back. He could feel his friends breath on his ear as well, which gave him waves of pleasure going from ear to toes. He shut his eyes and with much forced effort, said words that were ugly lie.
"I will be just fine. No one to ruin my schedule and no one to annoy the hell out of me."
Takao chuckled, but it sounded strangled, by no means normal, but Midorima decided to let it pass. When smaller boy got into his previous position, Midorima released a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding. It was worse than he thought, but he could sleep peacefully until morning and then Takao would go back to his home and that would be the end.

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A/N: Depending on how long I'll fangirl over new Bleach chapter any my perfect shunnao moment I'll be back with new chapter. And this time it'll be what Tiggers like best - lemons!

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