Shuutoku x Midorima Drabbles (pt 3)

Summary: drabbles, Shuutoku x Midorima Shintarou. Yes, Shuutoku. At least the regular team x Midorima, that is…..mostly fluff / bonding time.

Author: Kiyohara Shi

Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basket is not mine

Fandom: KnB

Rating: PG

Pairing: none (?) (Miyaji x Midorima Bonding time?)

Warning: Grammar, Structure, YAOI, Dry Sense of Humor

AN: my Beta lady is one hell of scary editor. And this fic will be co-posted in my tumblr. Check my profile later.

Pt. 3

For greater good

Miyaji really wish that he didn't meet Midorima so early in the morning, moreover, troubled Midorima. He heard (accidentally) Oha-Asa earlier; Cancer's in last place. Because of this small knowledge, he plan to get away from the said greenate for the rest of the day unless they're in practice. Midorima had foul mood at this time of the day.

He really wished to just ignore the condition Midorima's in. But he couldn't.

How can he, Miyaji Kiyoshi, ignore such violence that happened right in front of his very eyes? Moreover when such act done to his certain member of Shuutoku basketball team? Not on his watch for sure.

He's contemplating things.

Throw his dessert on Midorima for this mess (and having his captain punish him for hurting the said boy's head as result), or throw it to other object (that he's sure he'll get their "attention" later)

So he sighed in defeat. He's rummaging his bag, searching for his desert for today, a fuji apple, that somehow he's sure it would landed on Midorima's head instead of his stomach. He sighed again then took a deep breath before calling them. "Oi."

Five men who were surrounding Midorima Shintarou turned their head. Midorima also ddid the same, he stare at the older boy with his disinterest eyes as always. "Miyaji-senpai, ohayou gozaimasu," he bowed a little, clearly ignoring the thugs that were going to beat him into pulp.

Miyaji sweat dropped by the sight, "Is he for real? …tsk, it's very tempting to throw this to his head instead…." Miyaji shook his head, "Aa, Midorima-kun~ Ohayou," he smiled half heartedly, angry mark on his head, eyebrow twitching. "I see you're making enemies so early in the morning hm?"

"I did not do such thing, senpai."

"Of course you don't, baka! Tsk, cant you even more naïve than this?" Miyaji sighed. Ignoring Midorima right now, he glanced at the leader of them. "So, gentlemen, what did our Midorima did to you that made you guys really wish to…I don't know, do something bad to him?"

The leader, quite handsome face with long bleached hair, grinned. "Nothing."

"Then, why you surround him like he's a prey or something, hm?" Miyaji raised his eyebrow.

The leader and the rest of his gang cackled. "Of course he's a prey. And by the look of it, he's one hell of a young boy. I think he'll like it rough, don't you agree boys?" he leered at Midorima before smirking at Miyaji, "You're quite handsome yourself, maybe you're going to be a nice addition."

"….EW!" Miyaji really wish that he didn't decide to help Midorima.

Midorima blinked, a bit dumbly, before asking them, "What do you mean? Rough play is forbidden, I do not like such game nanodayo."

All of them, including Miyaji, sweat dropped at his innocent, naïve, remark. "What the—"

The older teen shook his head in defeat. "….I take back what I said….He's THAT naïve." Miyaji sighed. "Maa…sorry guys, but you cannot have our Midorima. Since we need him…not to mention that he's kind of precious..."

Midorima blinked dumbly, he tilted his head slightly by his claim. "Maybe he meant about my position and skill for the team…"

"De? What are you going to do to us then? You're alone, and I doubt this princess over here can do us harm," one of the guy pointed his finger at Midorima.

"I'm not a woman nanodayo," Midorima mumbled in distaste.

"Yeah? Well, I'm just going to do…THIS!" with that, he threw his fuji apple to the leader's face, hard enough to broke his nose. The leader screamed in pain, his companions were in panic. "NOW, MIDORIMA! RUN!"

With one single order from Miyaji, he ran toward the school with his senpai.

Miyaji and Midorima ran as fast as they could. Once they're inside the school, Miyaji flicked Midorima's forehead (since the said boy was bowing, hands on knees, taking some air into his lungs).

"Itte—"

"You know Midorima, you owe me dessert. Again."

Midorima frowned. "Hn."

Miyaji sighed. "Ah well, lets go to the gym, we have morning practice, don't we?"

The greenate nodded at him. "Senpai?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

Miyaji smiled lazily at him. "Yeah sure, anytime kiddo. You're our precious anyway."

"…..and Miyaji-senpai?"

"What again?" Miyaji sighed, a bit annoyed.

"….What did they meant by 'like it rough' nanodayo?"

Now, THAT, was something Miyaji wish him to forget.

-fin-

Note

Ohayou - Morning / Good Morning

Ohayou Gozaimasu - Formal way to say "Good Morning"

Baka – Fool, stupid, idiot

Itte / Ittai – ouch / expression of hurt (?)