a/n: hiii. how y'all doin. -v- i went to a con today and SAW A MIDORIMA AND TAKAO THERE. they were so perfect i cried and took pics of them ;_; im so done

disclaimer: i dont claim to own knb ty

After they had made sure that Takao had no other lapses in his memory, Midorima and his mother left the room in order to give him some peace and quiet. Midorima silently followed his mother out of the room, glad to be able to breathe normally for the first time in an hour. His mother gestured for him to follow her to the living room, and Midorima felt rather nervous.

It was interrogation time.

"Sit down, Shintarou."

Unwilling to protest in this precarious situation, Midorima sat down stiffly in the love seat, and his mother took a seat on the larger sofa.

"I'm not going to punish you, you can relax." She crossed her arms in a way that said You did wrong, but I'm just going to make you feel bad.

"So. As you are certainly aware of, our flight is tomorrow, and we definitely cannot cancel it." She sighed.

"I…I'm sorry." He managed with difficulty.

"I don't need your apology Shintarou. I want your promise that you'll take care of Takao to the best of your ability." She looked at him sternly.

"It's unforgivable if you injure him and not care for him properly. I know we called him here to take care of you, but under these circumstances…"

"It'll be a learning experience." Midorima belted out. "I'll take care of him. He'll be fine. I mean… I feel absolutely horrid. I don't think I could live if something permanent happened because of something that I did, and-"

"Shh… It's fine. I understand." His mother held up her hand. "If I could, I would cancel our flight and stay here… but the company needs us there immediately."

Midorima clenched his jaw.

"So, he's going to need rest for the rest of the week. I expect that you'll bring home his homework for the time being, right?"

"Okaa-san, don't ask rhetorical questions. You know I'm obliged to say yes." He sighed.

"As long as you understand." She gave him a wry smile. "Now. Here are a couple of things you should know how to cook…"

After Midorima sat through his mother's long lecture (none of the information seemed to compute within his brain), he got the house ready for the night, and turned everything off on the first floor. As he trudged up the stairs, his thoughts weighed heavily on his conscience.

His mother had turned in for the night and he guessed that he should be heading to his room. Instead, he found himself (unwillingly?) staring at the wooden door of the guest room. Midorima walked forward, and stood hesitantly at the entrance.

He swallowed and opened the door quietly.

His eyes dropped hastily to the floor, but when he realized no one had reacted to his entrance, he looked at the figure on the bed. Takao was asleep, once more, and was curled up on his side.

Releasing a breath that he realized he had been holding, Midorima closed the door behind him, and wondered why his heart was pounding.

He felt slightly creepy as he stood at the foot of the bed, watching Takao sleep in peace. Guided by some unknown force, Midorima slowly walked to the right side of the bed and sat down softly on the mattress.

This was hard for Midorima. He knew that he botched up big time, and the problem was that he rarely ever did make mistakes. How convenient.

Guilt swirled in the pit of his belly and it made him reach out for Takao's head. He ran his fingers through his hair, and was slightly surprised to find that the boy's hair was nice and smooth. It was rather soft (but not too soft like a girl's), and he liked running his hands through the locks, he discovered. Midorima felt the back of his skull once more to reassure himself that there was nothing there, before he withdrew his hand.

"…I'm sorry." He muttered to no one in particular. He felt as if he owed a thousand apologies to Takao. Sure, he invaded his privacy, but Midorima admitted that he went too far.

Midorima felt his body relax, and he discovered that he was quite exhausted from the commotion. Midorima stretched himself out on the bed, and he reached out languidly to turn off the bedside lamp.

Darkness engulfed him and Takao. The blinds weren't drawn and he could still make out Takao's sleeping face.

He listened to Takao's loud and slow breathing (that neared snoring) and was slightly lulled to sleep. In the back of his head, he knew that he should have moved to his own room, but he just felt so lazy.

"Sorry…" He sighed again before his world was shrouded with black.

Midorima was asleep.

Takao woke up feeling extremely slow. His body didn't seem to obey any of his commands, but when it did, it did it at the speed of 1km/h. His eyes finally opened and they darted to the bedside clock.

6:21 a.m.

He blinked a few times before he realized there was a figure slightly obscuring his view of the clock. A large one, in fact.

His senses finally started to kick in, and he found himself sniffing an eerily familiar scent. A scent that belonged in an entirely different room, but was etched like an engraving on a tombstone into his mind.

He stuck a hand out, but it met a hard wall of muscle. He looked forward, and was greeted by Midorima's calm and sleeping visage. He even forgot to take of his glasses.

What the hell was Midorima doing in his bed? Takao guffawed. He stared at his closed eyes, and the relaxed eyebrows that were usually drawn together. Soft eyelashes framed his eyes and Takao had an urge to touch them. Too bad he was wearing glasses.

Don't tell me… he got so worried that he fell asleep here? Takao snickered. It was a kind gesture, but one that made Takao slightly embarrassed. Friends did not usually fall asleep in their friends beds.

Then again, friends didn't usually give each other concussions, and friends usually didn't get hard-ons from looking at their friends showering.

He gulped and tried to slip silently out of the bed without waking Midorima. His feet finally touched the cool hardwood floor, and he tiptoed out into the hallway. There was a dead silence, and Takao gathered that Midorima's parents had already left for the airport. He cringed at the thought of his injury delaying them, and he was glad that they were on their way.

Takao wound up in the bathroom andlocked the door behind him, just in case. He stared at the tiled floor where he fell last night, and pondered about last night's events with a throbbing head. Nothing was registering properly yet, so he turned on the shower and stood under the faucet.

He remembered the flush that overcame him when he realized Midorima was staring at him. What had he been looking at? His butt? His back?

Was he gay?

And what was that hard-on about?

"Arrgh…" He groaned and grabbed the soap bar. After he finished lathering himself with the soap, he let the water wash it all off of his body. Takao suddenly felt self-conscious and wondered what his body had looked like to Midorima.

His breathing quickened and he looked down, mystified. He was getting a little hard himself.

Unabashedly, Takao grasped his length and closed his eyes. Unconsciously, he imagined Midorima's perfect fingers wrapped around his length. Takao leaned his head against the tiled wall and screwed his eyes shut, completely lost in his imagination. He kept replaying last night's scenes in his head, over and over again, and was overwhelmed by a sudden ache in his chest, followed by another throbbing in his head.

He came silently into his own hand, and covered his mouth with his free hand, wondering what exactly just happened.

The scales had been tipped, thoughts had been kicked into gear, and there was no going back.

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