A/N: How are all your Novembers doing? Starting X'mas shopping? I know I am. Anyways, enjoy this (once again, late-night so I apologize for possible errors) update. Thank you for your reviews and feed back! I'm reading every one earnestly 3

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Kuroko no Basuke etc.


The next morning, Takao awoke beside another person for the second time in a row. He sat up slowly, trying not to wake the figure beside him. He shook his head once, twice, before realizing the situation.

I guess he fell asleep here last night… Takao stretched his arms up to the ceiling. It was the first time he had gotten such a good night's sleep in quite a long time. Takao looked behind him and silently thanked the green-haired boy peacefully sleeping on the bed. He was on his back, and he had once again forgotten to take off his glasses. They were askew on his face and Takao resisted the temptation to take a picture to blackmail him with. That would definitely get him kicked out of the house.

Instead, he lightly took a hold of the glasses and took them off. After setting them on the bedside table, he returned to Midorima's face. His eyebrows (which were usually set in a fierce line) were expressionless and soft. It was like seeing a vicious tiger sleep. But Takao knew that Midorima's fierceness merely hid his tender caring side. That side of him had finally resurfaced and Takao felt himself admiring Midorima even more.

He peered at his face, observing the contours, the blemishes, the smoothness, and his firm mouth. Takao sat there for quite a long time, staring at the pink of Midorima's lips. As he leaned closer to get a closer look, he wondered if his admiration was what he thought it was.

His palms got a little sweaty. Takao could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage as he brought his face closer and closer to Midorima's.

It was like a game of how-close-can-you-get-to-the-tiger-without-getting-eaten-up?

But as Takao became even more transfixed on the heat of those lips, he wondered if he had already been devoured.

He came so close, that he could feel the warmth of Midorima's lips on his own, but they weren't quite touching. He could smell Midorima's shampoo and bath wash. A sudden blush overcame him and he quickly turned away and dove under the bed.

He was definitely consumed.


Midorima had awaken a good ten minutes before Takao had. He had quietly laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering over his relationship with Takao. It had definitely shifted and Midorima found himself more protective over the boy, even though Takao was a rowdy, energetic and capable person who could take care of himself.

As he was wondering whether his feelings towards Takao were motherly, he heard Takao shift and rouse. He closed his eyes, not sure why his heart was pounding. He supposed that it was rather awkward, waking up in the same bed as your male friend.

There was no movement for a long time, so Midorima's thoughts strayed to his Oha-Asa horoscope. He hadn't checked it this morning, and he absolutely had to once he got up from bed. It was a ritual.

As Midorima finally mustered up the decision to get up, Takao moved again. Midorima itched to move under the blanket and just as his temper was about to snap, he felt warmth very close to his face. His lips suddenly felt hot and he could almost feel something touching them like a feather. Midorima cracked his eyes open a millimeter and almost jolted as he saw Takao's face mere inches from his own.

Wh-

In a flash, Takao had turned around and hidden under the blanket. Midorima felt his face growing as red as tomato. But what was worse was that he felt himself wondering what Takao's lips would feel like under his own.


Takao started to return to school that morning, and Midorima had acted as if he had no knowledge of this morning's incident. He knew that he should have punched Takao in the face but he also knew that if he did, their relationship would be in tatters.

That night, before going to bed, Midorima spent a good hour on the computer. He didn't know what he was trying to search for, but he automatically typed in…

[ Cancer Scorpio Friendship ]

He automatically clicked a link that said "Cancer-Scorpio Compatibility" without a second thought.

[ Cancers are highly intellectual beings that are polite and thoughtful. They also tend to be rather cynical and cautious. Cancers are careful people. ]

Midorima smiled. This obviously described his character.

[ Scorpios are sharp and magnetic people who are known for their willpower. ]

Midorima snorted. Takao was definitely strong-willed. He was a stubborn ass, that's for sure.

[ This pair is bound to have good relations and will enjoy the company of another mature individual. ]

Midorima wondered if this was true. Takao was a big idiot sometimes.

He kept scrolling down and froze at another paragraph.

[This pair is also bound to feel attracted to each other on a romantic level. ]

Midorima slammed his laptop cover down immediately and stood up.

"No." He said to no one.

Oh god… He clutched his head. What am I scared of? Just read the goddamn thing!

Midorima breathed and opened the laptop once more. The screen illuminated and he scanned the text.

[ Scorpio is able to break through and understand Cancer's dark outer shell. ]

He scratched his head. Was this true? Midorima guessed that Takao did break through some of his defences when he suddenly befriended him and nicknamed him "Shin-chan". He nodded and read on.

[ Cancer is able to meet Scorpio's eagle-like intense gaze and is attracted to Scorpio's sexuality. ]

Wow, was that one spot on. They even got his special ability nailed down. Midorima loved horoscopes and the way they predicted everything flawlessly.

Wait. Sexuality? Takao was sexy? Midorima roared in his mind.

His thoughts strayed to the bath incident and blushed furiously as he remembered the image of Takao's ass. Midorima slapped a hand over mouth and tried to rid himself of that memory. It was useless, obviously.

He looked out his door and noticed that Takao's light was off. Not sure as to what course of action he was going to take, Midorima sat idly in his chair and checked up on several more horoscopes to pass the time. After about an hour had passed, he shut everything off and crept to Takao's room.

Worry had consumed him again, since Takao was already going to school even though he should probably be resting. He cracked the door open and slipped in. Everything was silent and still.

This time, he would greet him first.

"Takao." Midorima said in a low voice.

He stood there for a good five minutes and he started to turn around and leave.

"Idiot. Just hurry up." Takao grunted and lifted a side of the blanket up for Midorima to slip in.

The two got settled into bed together as if it were the most natural thing in the world, while they tried to ignore the existence of their wildly pounding hearts. But it was like trying to ignore someone poking a pencil into your thigh while you're writing a Calculus test.

They lay in bed together, pretending that it was normal for average males in a friendship to sleep together in the same bed when there was clearly an abundance of beds.

Midorima thought about why he was even here.

It was definitely because he couldn't ignore the seed of worry that had been planted in his heart ever since he gave Takao that concussion. Maybe it was already there. Perhaps it had just been triggered to start growing. He didn't know.

What he did know, was that something was growing there.

And he had no idea what the fruit of the seed would be.


ciaoooosu (did you see that? heh)