Lured
By: Stupiak Kitty
Slight O.O.C warnings. Oh, and Drama.
"Do not bother denying it, you fool. I can recognize you even by afar." – Midorima Shintaro
Chapter's Theme Song: Tag on the Strain - OLDCODEX
xXx
Midorima dabbed the corner of the white cloth on his mouth after finishing his meal. He looked at his watched. It was still early.
He rested his back onto the chair's rear, relaxing for a while before he could go home and rest.
He saw Kuroko approaching after a moment. Perhaps for the bill, he thought.
He offered him a small rectangular tray as he reached his table. Midorima took a glance at the paper, pulled out for his wallet and laid a large amount of money.
Kuroko looked at him with that, confused.
"For the tip," he said. They deserved it since he had enjoyed his meal despite the unexpected meetings.
"Thank you, Midorima-kun," Kuroko bowed.
He ignored it. He was about to depart when Kuroko spoke again.
"If you're not in a rush, I can offer drinks for you at the bar," Midorima cocked a brow with that. "Don't worry. You don't have to pay anything."
"I'm not worried about that," Midorima frowned. He looked at the bar counter on cue. He saw Kagami glaring at him. He was more worried about that. "I need an early rest for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"I have no plan of staying here longer than I already have," He replied. He didn't see Kuroko's eyes widen a little. "I came here for important reasons, and I intended of going back to England today after accomplishing that," He pushed his glasses up, remembering the reason why he ended up here. "I just have encountered unpredicted events that had me lingering here. I'll be going back to England by tomorrow morning."
"Oh," was the only word Kuroko have managed to say.
"Goodbye," He said, standing up and taking that time to leave for real. He never looked back when Kuroko greeted him the same.
He slid the door open, noticing the man before looking up at him. Now he knew why he had found this man familiar. It was one of Kagami and Kuroko's senpai, if he recalled it right.
He bowed slightly, as though telling him that he had remembered now.
"E-eh, you don't have to be polite, Midorima." He said, grinning.
He was about to speak his mind when the door behind him opened again. He stepped aside for the two girls to walk in.
He started walking toward the hotel, almost tired.
But then he stopped and twirled around as he noticed something.
One of the girls had this certain keychain hanging on her bag. What interested him the most was the fact that it was shaped like an exact replica of Sakura petal.
Having to find his Lucky Item was the only thing that came in mind as he paced toward the two girls. They were startled when he stopped in front of them.
One of them looked at him with dreamy eyes, while the girl who owned the keychain looked at him wearily.
He was at loss as he stood in front of them. How would he explain the reason of his dire need of the keychain? He gulped, thinking of ways.
"S-Sakura," He stammered, and then he coughed on his hands. It was not him to stammer like this. He looked at the keychain before looking at the girl. "I'll pay you – any amount that you want, name your price, just to have the Sakura."
The girl frowned, looking down to where he was staring and then her eyes widen as she realized something. Horror and fear colored her face, the girl's friend glared daggers at him.
He was confused at first.
And then it came.
!SLAP!
"Hentai!" The girl screamed, before dragging her friend away. Muttering something about handsome guys with corrupted mind.
What?
He whirled around, ready to defend himself when he halted.
He clenched his fist, almost shaking. He had the urge to cry his frustrations aloud. The girls must have thought that he was talking about her bosom. It was not his fault that the keychain was situated on top of her…
He should have specified it more clearly.
Stupid, stupid notion.
He stood there, demoralized.
"Ano…" He looked up and saw – what was his name again? – Kuroko and Kagami's senpai looking at him. He just frowned.
"Are you…are you looking for the Sakura keychain?"
His eyes went a little wide with that.
He looked at the basket full of key holders situated beside his feet – it's the same item that he has.
It was not what he was looking for, unfortunately.
"I already have that one."
"No, I'm talking about the keychain that the girl has," He said, giving his unusual cat-like smile. "I bet she must have thought something dirty when you asked her about the Sakura."
"Ugnh…" He made a startled noise behind his throat, suddenly aware of the pain on his cheek. Then he stilled as his words came processing inside his mind. "What do you know about the key chain?"
"It was ours. We are giving out another set of key chains tonight," He explained. "But not everyone can have that."
"How can I obtain the item?" He asked, almost desperately.
"Eh…" He scratched his head. "Actually, the item was exclusive only for the ladies. You can acquire it if you ask for a particular women's drink. It was made to attract female customers, but I think you can ask Kuroko or Kagami for details if you really want to have that."
He went back inside the Sakura Bistro with that. Loud noises of music and a startled Kuroko greeted him.
"Midorima-kun," Kuroko said, his voice was almost swallowed by the clatter of live instruments. "Welcome back to Sakura Bistro."
"I have a favor to ask of you," He informed right ahead.
"Eh?" Kuroko was caught off guard. "What do you have in mind?"
"I've been informed about a special Sakura keychain you're giving away. Would you be kind as to hand the item? I'll be paying for it," he said.
He was a little bothered with how Oha Asa could make him do something he didn't imagine he would do. His life is at stake if he didn't do this, though.
He intended to obtain the item and be home. He doesn't want to extend the Oha Asa's prediction today.
However, Kuroko didn't abide with his plan.
"I'm sorry, Midorima-kun," Kuroko apologized. "The item was made to give it away for free, but I can't just give it to you. After all…it was made to fit the taste of the ladies. What are you going to do with a girly keychain?"
"I have my own reasons," He answered, pushing the glasses with his right. Trust Kuroko to be evenhanded. He tried again. "Are there any options for me to have that?"
"We have," replied Kuroko. "Though, ordering certain ladies' drink is a bit…bizarre just for the sake of the keychain. But that's only my opinion; you can order anything you want here."
"Think what you want to think, Kuroko. I just badly need the item."
"As you say, Midorima-kun," Kuroko deadpanned. "Follow me then."
Kuroko navigated their way toward the bar counter.
It was located on the far left of the area so they had to find their way along the crowded table and playful lights. He was grateful with Kuroko's bright colored hair or he might have lost his footing by now.
"Kagami-kun," Kuroko called the red-haired bartender as they reached their destination. "Midorima-kun is here. He wants to order something for the special Sakura keychain."
"Huh?" Kagami shouted along the noises without looking up. He was too busy making concoctions for his customer. "I can't understand you, Kuroko. Speak a little louder!"
Kuroko simply went to the other side of the bar and approached Kagami instead. He uttered various words, and then he scowled when he looked at him. Kagami nodded for several times, before approaching him.
Kuroko bowed at him before continuing his job to attend their customers. He plopped himself on the stool, wondering how Kuroko could handle such massive crowd by himself.
"Midorima," He turned around to face the serious face of Kagami.
"Kagami," He greeted. He quickly noticed Kagami's pendant.
It looks similar to the one Kuroko has, but Kagami has another ring dangling on its side. He frowned. It was rather strange to keep the rings as necklace ornament. But he didn't comment on that since it was not really his business to put his nose on.
"Your order?"
"Anything," He answered. "I just want the special keychain."
"So Kuroko's not joking about this," Kagami muttered, frowning. It would always be eccentric when it comes to this green man anyway.
"What are you muttering about?"
"Nothing," Kagami replied. "It just confuses me."
"What?" Midorima asked, clearly not enjoying this awkward conversation.
"Never mind," Kagami shook his head. "Can you say something specific for your order? We don't have anything here."
"Just give me something fit for human consumption, I don't care. The Sakura keychain was the only reason why I'm here in the first place."
Kagami sighed, almost frustrated. This man is impossible. He had no idea why Takao was still enamored with this eccentric guy.
Thinking of Takao worried him out of the sudden.
He wanted anything, he says. Then he'll give him anything.
"Here," Kagami put the glass in front of him after awhile.
Midorima observed the red swirling liquid before trying it out.
He coughed as soon as the flavor reached his tongue. He glared at Kagami when he heard him snickering.
He gulped, trying to get rid of the intense tang of the cocktail. Instead of getting rid of it, however, the distinct flavor scattered within his throat. It was as though Kagami just gave him flaming fuel instead of a consumable drink.
His throat burns.
"You said you wanted anything," Kagami's grin was sly - aware of his difficulty at the moment. "I just gave it to you, Midorima."
"K-Kagami…" His voice croaked so he glared. He had this urge to strangle Kagami just by seeing the mischief on his eyes. "T-the keychain. I've already placed an order so hand me the keychain now."
"I'll give it to you once you finished that up."
"Fine," He almost growled, massaging the bridge of his nose. He wanted to leave the place immediately but alas, he has no say on the matter.
Silence overwhelmed after a while. Only the sound of instruments and a strong singing voice lingered around him.
"What are you up to?"
Midorima looked up when he heard Kagami's question.
"What are you talking about?"
"You fucking know what I'm talking about," Kagami countered, his voice controlled. "Are you here for him?"
"Him?" He frowned.
"Takao," Kagami growled. "Did you come back because of him?"
His heart rose when he heard that particular name.
He froze, unable to answer the question. Midorima cradled his drink and frown, trying his best not to shout at Kagami how this subject is not of his concern.
"No. I didn't come back for that person. There's no reason for me to do that. He's a nobody for me," He forced out. It surprised him how his voice didn't waver. "I came here to acquire an important thing. That's all."
Kagami stayed silent for a while.
What's with the sudden query, anyway? It was not Kagami to probe him about Takao. Though he was not entirely sure about Kagami's relation to Takao now.
After all, ten years is a very long time.
"I suggest you go before anything else could happen," Kagami said. He ducked on the counter for a while, and then he threw a pink-colored object at him. When he opened his hands, he saw the item that he wanted all along. "Leave the place before he sees you. Leave now before you could hurt someone."
He was confused with Kagami's sudden change of thoughts, especially his words. Hurt someone? Was he talking about Takao?
He glared at the Sakura item with that.
Correction: He was the one who got hurt.
Takao was at fault here. Not him.
He wanted to voice that out badly, but he stilled himself. Now that the item was now in his hands, there was no point of staying here. He stood up, putting his payment on the counter and readied himself to leave.
"Go! Where you want to go!"
His ears rung as he heard the vocalist's voice. He saw Kagami looked up, staring at the stage behind him with wary eyes.
Wait.
Was it anxious, dread?
His heart drummed with unknown cause as he turned around, suddenly curious.
Curiosity stabbed Midorima Shintaro at the back.
He paled as he recognized the profile of the band's vocalist. Since the bar counter was somewhat near from the stage, he could clearly see the man on the stage.
Even with the dancing lights, even for the fact that he was nearsighted, his heart could perfectly recognize that familiar silhouette of Takao.
He could never be mistaken.
He has been hearing his voice all this time, without his knowledge.
Midorima looked at Kagami, shock, clutching the supposed lucky item in his hands.
Kagami simply shook his head, as though he was saying… I told you so.
His eyes turned back at the stage again, both mesmerized and surprised.
He didn't know that Takao could sing this well. He couldn't tear his eyes off him. Even though he had hated this man for years, he can't deny the fact that he still have this certain effect on him.
He missed Takao.
That thought made the side of his eyes sting.
He didn't look away when Takao glanced at his way. He could see how this impromptu meeting shocked him as well. He stopped singing, gaining scattered murmurs from the crowd. He continued when one of his band mates nudged him.
Takao looked at him in the eye even as he started singing.
His heart was at its disturb state at this moment - it never stayed still. He felt as though all of the noises, and the people around them disappeared. Only the person in front of him was of his concern.
He wanted to look away, he really intended to, but he can't.
When Takao broke the spell, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.
He took his seat again and cradled his long-forgotten drink. He brought it toward his lips and sipped — wincing as the burning liquid made a hot trail on his throat.
The Sakura keychain was not his lucky item for tonight.
He was sure of it.
xXx
Takao felt like the walk to Shin-chan's stool was the longest time in his life. He stepped forward, pausing to rub his hands, stepping and pausing again.
Shin-chan's tense back was facing him. He was glad with that since he could look at his back without the worry of being caught.
Even the fact that looking at his back felt like it was just a dream.
He took a step forward again, thinking about the best way to greet him. What was he supposed to say?
Hello, Shin-chan! Great to see you after ten years of leaving me without any explanation why.
Oh, how did even know that I'm here? Are you stalking me? Did you come here to apologize? Are you seeking me to explain your stupid actions?
I just want you to know that I've been in the state of dying that time when you left.
I'm glad I saw you again, then I can just slap your face for being a tubby ass ten years ago.
He inhaled deeply, trying to think of ways to calm himself.
As the distance narrowed between them, the only thing that he wanted to do was to wrap him arms around him, rest his face on Shin-chan's lean back and never let go.
He had missed touching it, but he stilled himself.
It was not an appropriate thing to do.
Many questions came twirling inside his brain, bothering and urging him to inform it all to the man who was now in front of him. It flooded him that he didn't know where to start.
He was tempted to pat him on the shoulders for manly greetings, but he controlled himself.
Instead, he acted like he usually does.
"Shin-chan!" He addressed him with his a cheerful voice, plopping himself on the stool beside him. Takao noticed how his whole body tensed, even the way he adjusted his glasses with his right hands. Kagami's intense stare was also boring into his skin. He ignored how his heart jumped all over his chest and grinned. "Long time no see! So Kise wasn't lying when he told me that he saw you at the airport, eh? I would never thought of seeing you, especially inside the Sakura Bistro. So. What brings you here?"
Shin-chan never replied. He only tilted his drink for a sip. He stiffened when certain things had taken his eye's interest.
Firstly, he noticed how Shin-chan was still into taping his left fingers until now. The next thing he noticed was the drink he was actually drinking right now. He couldn't control his snort at that. "Pft, why are you ordering that? Cocktail? For real?"
Shin-chan answered him with an 'hmph'.
At least that was some kind of a progress.
"What are you, a girl?" He went on, following it with a hearty laugh. He needed to do this since he can sense his discomfort. "Are you still harboring that distaste for strong alcoholic beverages?"
Takao regretted saying that the moment it came out from his mouth. He heard Shin-chan giving out a surprised sound.
"N-no," He coughed with his hands to hide his discomfort. "I only ordered this for drastic purposes."
Even just by hearing his voice, if not a little shaky, was making his heart tremble. Takao was sure of it.
God. How he missed that deep voice of his.
"How have you been after all these years?" He asked instead, tapping his foot on the stool's railing along with the music.
Takao noted how powerful Mairo's voice sounded from afar. He gestured something to the red-haired bartender.
Several beats after, Kagami came back, cradling two glasses filled with brownish liquid. He plopped it before him before proceeding to take care of his other clients.
Shin-chan looked at him when he slid the glass to his direction.
"What is this?" He said after breaking eye contact at once.
"Think of it as my welcome treat for you…" He answered, plopping both his elbows on the counter and shooting a knowing glance to Kagami's way. He understood it, giving them some private space. He's been dying to ask him why the moment he saw him. He just needed to choose the right moment. He took a side-glance at him before tilting the glass for a sip. "So?"
"So what?" He asked, ignoring the glass.
"How's life been treating you, Shin-chan?"
Horrible. Midorima was tempted to say that, but he stilled himself. Instead, he only said "Good."
"Was there any drastic change with your life within all these years? Such as your status quo, how well have you been living outside Japan? You know, that kind of stuff," Takao shrugged, trying to make the conversation as friendly as he could.
Though he knew he wasn't interested with the questions itself.
The only detail he wanted to know was…
Are you in love now? Are you already betrothed to someone else?
If Shin-chan is, who?
He wanted to know yet he was afraid to hear it from him.
"I work as a surgeon," He answered, his voice is so distant and cold. Takao was somewhat surprised that he actually answered. "The pay is enough to obtain a steady living."
"Oh…" He never imagined that Shin-chan would choose a job that concerns medicine. Though, that wasn't much of a surprise considering how smart he could actually be. Still… "Was that Shin-chan's main reason of keeping his left hand bandaged even until now?"
Silence overcame them.
"Shin-chan?" Takao tried looking at him, but he stilled when he saw how Shin-chan was staring at him with a deep scowl. When their eyes met, he saw how Shin-chan's green eyes widen a little, before he looked away and did his usual actions with his glasses.
"Would you please stop calling me with that stupid pet name?" He spat. "It disgusts me."
He glanced at him again, stunned.
It's not his words that surprised him - it was how his voice sounded when he told that. He could hear potent hatred, and possibly disgust.
Takao realized - just by hearing it - how Shin-chan despises his presence now.
Sudden anger emitted from within him. He has no right to get mad at him. He has no reason to act proudly just like what he was doing now. It was unfitting for Shin-chan to speak at him with resentment.
It should be him.
It should be other way around.
This man… this prideful and eccentric man had left him without any goodbyes, without informing his actual plan. He just left. Ten years after — with unexpected turn of events, they've met and now he was acting like Takao had done something unforgivable.
He had thrown away half of his life because of this man, and now Shin-chan was saying those terrible words to him?
It disgusts me.
He doesn't deserve this. He does not deserve being treated like this.
He deserved answers.
Takao placed both his hands on his laps, clenching it so tight it almost turned to white. "Why?" He looked at his lap, his voice too soft in contrast with the roaring music in the background. "Why are you acting like…like I did something terrible?"
You're the one who left me hanging, remember?
Why are you doing this to me, Shin-chan?
He heard him scoff. "You're a fool to think that you did not."
He was now aware how palpable his hatred was, but his heart ached just by knowing that this loathe was directed to him.
"What did I do to deserve this hatred?" He dare asked. He was grateful his voice didn't break. Perhaps Shin-chan despised me ever since the beginning. "You're the one who left!"
"Don't act like a guiltless man, Takao," Midorima glared at him, gripping the glass so firmly it almost shook. "You clearly know why."
Hearing his given name coming out from his mouth is heaven alone. But using that tone fueled with disgust was like a fire. It burns his heart.
Especially when he heard his words – what was he talking about?
He looked at him, clueless.
"Don't pull that innocent act! People as treacherous as you shouldn't be living in the first place," Midorima spat and then he stood up. "I should go. I've been wasting enough time here."
Takao eyes widen, and without any second thought, he pulled him by his arm.
He jerked his hands away as the palm of his hands contacted Shin-chan's arms, but he tugged his hands this time when he attempted to walk away.
He would not allow him to flee again – not this time.
"Shin-chan…" He ignored Shin-chan's poisonous glare and spoke. "Please do not go. At least, not yet."
He jerked his hands away from his and pushed his glasses up, turning his head away. "I have no reason of staying here any longer."
"You don't have to stay," Takao said. He sounded like pleading to his ears, but he does not care anymore. "Just answer my questions. Enlighten me, Shin-chan."
"I told you—"
"Ease my confusion," He cut his words. "What do you mean about your words? What did I do that had you leaving without any explanation why?"
There. He had finally got it off his chest.
But it was not enough.
"I don't have to repeat your filthy actions from years ago," Shin-chan retorted. "Besides, it was nothing but a terrible past. It should be forgotten," He moved his glasses up and started to walk away. "Coming here is a stupid notion, indeed."
Filthy actions? What did I fucking do!?
Since he was as stubborn as the man in front of him was, he pulled him again. This time, he never let go despite his desperate attempts of pulling his arms away.
"Please," He looked at Shin-chan – plead, begged, but he simply turned his head away.
People around them were now starting to get curious. He can also sense Kuroko and Kagami's anxious look.
If any of these attempts didn't work, he would forced himself to kneel – even prostrate himself before him. Even if those actions will break his ego, he would do it just to keep Shin-chan from leaving him again.
He didn't need to worry about that since Shin-chan made a move by snatching his hands away. "You wanted to remind yourself how treacherous a person you are, fine. Suit yourself." He pushed his glasses up and glared. "Decade ago, that day when you had to deal with your supposed emergency, I saw you and your other woman."
What?
"Other woman!?" He repeated - shock and confused at the same time. If this isn't a serious matter, he would be laughing his heart out right now. Seriously?! "I think you are mistaken, Shin-chan. I would never—"
"I told you to never call me that," Shin-chan said, surprisingly calm. "Do not bother denying it, you fool. I can recognize you even by afar."
His heart moved with that, but his confusion with his words is making his head throb.
"That was your reason of leaving?" Takao asked after a spoonful of silence. "And you didn't even bother asking me about that?"
What for? You looked happy and untroubled when I saw you with her. Midorima thought, his hair covering most of his face. But then, he shook his head before pushing his glasses up.
"Enough said," he said with an audible voice. His eyes were focused to the man in front of him. "I don't have to explain any further. I'm leaving."
"Wait!"
He looked at Takao with that. He frowned when he saw that his eyes were shining. It was as if…
No. his mind chided. It was only an act. Takao's good at it.
"I'm still confused – no, your words confused me even more," Takao almost cried. "Tell me. Where did you find me with a woman exactly? I can't remember anything…"
"Hmph. Fine. I don't expect you to remember your filthy acts, anyway," He pushed his glasses again and stared at Takao, his eyes blazing with fire. "I saw you and your lover strolling around the park. You had an emergency - I recall your words, but I've seen you together with a girl — saw the both of you clinging with each other."
He saw how Takao paled with that, his eyes wide – shock painted his face. Perhaps he had remembered it now.
Terrible man.
The corner of his mouth quirked with disdain, "Ring any bell?"
Silence overwhelmed the both of them.
"S-shin-chan! T-that's…it w-was…" Takao broke it after a moment, his voice stuttering. He could see how he was trembling now. "That—it's not what you think,"
"So you remembered it now?" Midorima said, mocking.
Pathetic human being. He thought.
"Shin-chan, let…l-let me explain—"
"There's nothing more to explain," He interrupted. "The damage has been done — a long time ago. I'm leaving."
"She's not my lover!"
He stopped walking the moment he heard Takao's shout. He turned around, his eyes digging into him. He frowned.
"Far from it! Forget your pride, just for now. I'm begging you, Shin-chan. You have to listen to me. Your speculation is all but wrong," He went on. "She's—"
"Kazu, what's going on?"
Both of them looked at the source of the new voice.
Midorima looked at the stranger with ashen locks. He's a couple of inch taller than Takao, but his height does nothing compare with his.
His brows twitched when the ashen-haired man hooked around Takao's shoulders, giving him a light shake.
The way he held him is a little intimate to Midorima's eyes. He looked away when the man turned his way.
"Who's that tall gent over there?" The stranger went on. "Certain acquaintance of yours?"
"Shin-chan," Takao muttered, but it was enough for him to hear.
Akihiro's mouth turned agape, looking at him with unbelieving eyes. Then it turned dark and his voice became distant. "So that was the bastard who left you behind."
Midorima clenched his fist with that. That grey-haired man knew their predicament.
He was calling Takao by his first name. There's only one thing running inside his head now.
Takao's man, perhaps.
It was bound to happen — he knew that, alright, but that exact information is making his blood boil.
It made him want to strangle the man to death.
"My apologies for ruining your blissful reunion," The grey-haired said – sarcasm hinting his voice, before he turned to Takao. "Mika's looking for you. I told her to wait outside."
"What? She's here?!" Potent disbelief painted Takao's face out of the sudden, but that disbelief turned into panic when his eyes went straight to his direction.
Their eyes met for a fleet second before it went past, looking to his behind.
When he turned around, his eyes couldn't believe what he just saw.
It was the same woman from ten years ago.
He glared at Takao with questioning eyes, and then he looked at the men beside him, still holding him.
No one dared to move except for the woman.
She walked toward Takao, unaware of the tension between them. She must have been confused with the lack of movement going on around them.
"Kazu-kun, you forgot your change of clothes again. How many times do I have to remind you to bring extra clothes whenever you have a gig? Mattaku, what are you going to do without me? Hora, take this," She thrust the medium-sized bag into Takao's hands, but frowned when the bag simply made an audible thump when it hit the floor. "Kazu-kun? What's wrong?"
Midorima was at loss.
De ja vu flooded his system, but instead of the familiar scenes he was used on reminiscing inside his mind, the two person who haunted him with all those years are before him.
Memories from ten years came and engulfed his mind.
He shouldn't have obeyed his stomach.
He shouldn't have obeyed Oha Asa to find that stupid lucky item.
That way, he would not have to witness this.
This is a horrible nightmare.
Midorima smiled - a wry kind of smile as he looked at Takao.
The visible terror on his face is amusing to him now that he wanted to laugh. "You never fail to amuse me, Takao."
"S-shin-chan—"
"What? Still trying to explain yourself now?" Midorima mocked, his eyes burning. "No more cheap excuses. The evidence of your betrayal is standing right before us. You are nothing but a fraud. Your whole existence disgusts me."
And then he walked away, ignoring the curious looks of the people around him. He needed to get away fast. He felt as though his whole body is melting.
Before he could escape, however, cold hands gripped his arms. When he turned to look, he saw Takao clinging to him.
He saw Takao's teary face. It was as if he was begging him to stay – begging to hear him for the last time.
His glare softened. He almost gave him, not until Takao and the girl's laughing face plague his mind again.
It was haunting him again.
"Don't lay your filthy hands on me," He spat, jerking Takao with brutal force, making him lost his balance and fell.
He felt his anger increased as he saw the grey-haired man and the woman helping Takao stand.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Akihiro turned to him, eyes blazing with fury.
"Hmph. You should ask that promiscuous beast instead of me," Midorima answered, pushing his glasses up. He glared at Takao, ignoring his sharp inhale of breath. Perhaps he got offended with his words. But he doesn't care anymore. "This will be the last time you'll see me. I cursed the day that I had met you, Takao Kazunari."
With that, he left.
xXx
What the hell?! W-what's happening? It was not supposed to happen! The misunderstanding is getting worse. Meet you next chapter!