A/N: NOTE THIS IS A REVISED CHAPTER OF CHAPTER 10. I WILL BE DELETING THE OLD VER. IN 2 DAYS.
DISCLAIMER: i dont own knb
For the next two days, a stiff and awkward routine began.
It went like this.
Takao would prepare their bentos early in the morning (with some prep done at night, of course) after waking up earlier than Midorima. They would then head off to school together, and head home after practice (if there was any). They would head straight to their prospective bedrooms, do some homework, and Takao would then prepare a hasty dinner. Takao liked to think himself as a decent cook, but he was just glad that Midorima wasn't complaining like he usually did.
They would sit down in silence, eat their dinner at the speed of light, and then head off to the bath. Midorima always went first, unless he offered to do the dishes (which he had not done so yet). Takao was slightly annoyed by this fact.
However, the more peculiar thing was that every night, Midorima would silently slip into Takao's room and they had a mutual agreement to not speak about these events. They both knew Takao wasn't falling asleep otherwise. Takao understood that he had benefits from this strange situation but he didn't see what Midorima was gaining from it.
It made him wonder if Midorima did indeed hold some sort of attraction that was not platonic for him. The bathroom incident certainly seemed to support this.
However, on the third morning, the balance was broken.
Every morning Takao would do the exact same thing. He would bring his face as close to Midorima's to see how far he could go without shying away. What he didn't know, was that every morning, Midorima was painfully conscious of what Takao was doing.
The strange thing was, Midorima wanted Takao to continue. He wanted to know what would happen once their lips connected. Would it be dry? Were there going to be fireworks like in those movies? Certainly not. But he couldn't help wonder what kind of fire Takao's lips would bring to his own.
Midorima struggled with this thought. He certainly was not gay. Scratch that. He certainly was not attracted to any gender whatsoever, up until this point. He had never liked a girl. And he certainly had never liked a boy before either. He wasn't grossed out, and he wasn't even caring about what other people might think. Midorima just found it odd that his closest friend would become like this.
If something really happened between them, what would happen to this balance that they maintained while they lived together? There were so many questions that Midorima wanted to answer but he just couldn't.
Midorima didn't think he was homophobic. He didn't think that Takao was either.
So the third morning, he made up his mind to end his perpetual frustration. The past few days had been full of secret glances, pounding hearts and awkward moments. He wanted it to stop. Midorima couldn't stand it anymore.
So that morning, when Takao once again got up silently before Midorima, he decided to do something different this time. He wasn't going to just lay down and let him play his stupid game.
So when he felt the heat of Takao's lips near his, he reached out and grabbed Takao's head and directed it towards the most natural course, straight to his own lips.
Finally, their lips touched and Midorima decided that it was better than he imagined. It was an innocent, closed mouth kiss and all he could feel was the soft dryness of Takao's lips pressed up against his own. But suddenly, he couldn't stop. He wanted more.
The moment he felt something grab his head, Takao knew he had been caught in Midorima's trap. His heart leapt wildly as he knelt there, head bent down towards Midorima's, and their mouths connected. But Midorima started to shift and the next thing he felt was his back slamming back into the mattress, arms pinning down his own wrists and the heat of lips on his own. It was like a wildfire coursing through his veins, the kiss. Takao could hear his heart pounding in his chest, and he could feel his heartbeat in every single finger
The moment he tried to open his mouth to gasp, Midorima pried his lips open and started to kiss him furiously. Suddenly, it was all moisture and he could feel the soft and burning heat of Midorima's lips pressing hard against his own. He found the courage to kiss him back, and they stayed there for a long time, kissing each other sloppily, and reveling in the gentle moist sounds that they were producing.
But as soon as Takao let out a small groan, Midorima snapped back. Suddenly, all the heat was gone and he was staring up at a glassy-eyed Midorima. Stunned, he lay there, staring at the ceiling as Midorima (the coward) fled to his room and slammed the door loudly in the process.
He flinched and lay there for a minute or two, dazed.
That was the most satisfying kiss he had ever had to date, but the ending to the kiss was the most disappointing yet.
Midorima knew that he had finally done something, but now he was unable to face the consequences.
He was unable to meet Takao's eyes for the rest of the day, He was afraid that if he did, he would find himself grabbing Takao's face again and kissing him senselessly. So there, all he had done was to confirm his attraction for the boy.
As he sat silently in class, he stole a look at his Oha-Asa horoscope.
[ Cancer's have a neutral day today. It could go great or it could go bad. Make sure you have your lucky item! ]
Of course he wanted it to be good. But what was the definition of good today? Did he want to…
Did he want to kiss Takao again? Would that merit to a good day? What did Midorima want?
This question bugged him for the whole day up until the pair parted for practice. Takao silently waved without looking at him and had marched away without uttering a single word. They hadn't spoken all day, and Takao had been keeping a completely straight face.
Cunning Scorpios.
Midorima found himself disoriented during practice and he refused to take a single shot. He definitely felt unlucky, despite having the lucky item of the day in his pocket. Midorima was in a dark mood and the rest of the team steered clear of him that day.
Once he returned home, he quickly ate the dinner that Takao had left on the table for him and rushed back to his room to finish his schoolwork.
He marveled at his ability to do any homework in this state of mind.
When the door to his room slammed open like a gunshot, Midorima froze in his chair. He found himself fearing what was going to happen next. This time, he wasn't the predator.
This time he was the prey.
Takao had sat in front of his desk for a good half an hour, constructing an intelligent lecture that he was going to give Midorima. He had inserted a ton of pretentious words to lash out at Midorima with, but the moment he burst into the green-haired boy's room, he was at a loos of words. The whole prepared speech had gone out the window.
Instead, the rising fury bubbled up.
"Do you have any idea how frustrating you are?" Takao started.
"I know what happened that night in the bath. I know!" He nearly shouted. "And then this morning! Do you have any right to leave like that? You and I need to have a serious talk, now." He stuck out an accusatory finger at Midorima.
There was a short pause while Midorima blinked at him with a confused stare. But realization crept in like a dark fog and his expression turned murderous.
"You knew?" He said. "You knew and you said nothing? How could you="
"I was doing it for your sake!"
"My sake? You might as well just slap me in the face with the tail of a dirty lie." He hissed.
Takao guffawed. "You're not grateful? Alright. I guess that's it then. You do all these things to me and don't bother to offer me a bloody explanation…"
"Homosexuality is gross. That is all I have to say." Midorima stared at him with a poised expression. It irked Takao beyond words and he wanted to punch him.
"Gross?" Takao shouted. "Gross?" He hollered.
"You are the gross one. You disgust me with your homophobia, or whatever it is." Takao felt his fist connected with the side of Midorima's face and the impact caused him to fly sideways onto his bed.
"What the hell is your problem?" Midorima shouted as he clutched his red cheekbone and he looked as if he were about to wring Takao's neck.
"I can have my own opinions!" He exploded.
"Not when your opinions are obviously the opposite of what your actions say!" Takao stepped closer, and Midorima glared down at him, not willing to give up.
"What do you want?" Midorima said lowly. "Tell me what the point of this argument is. Then, I'll listen to you. "
Takao took another step.
"What I want you to do, is to look at me right now."
"Oh, I'm looking alright." Midorima narrowed his eyes.
Takao closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was no point in arguing with Midorima with a hot temper. There needed to be solid reasoning.
"Tell me why you kissed me." He trembled, fearing that the answer would not be what he wished it to be.
Midorima continued to glare at him with his usual disdainful look and Takao decided it was hopeless. Even though Takao felt that he was deadly persistent, he guessed that he wasn't persistent enough to break down Midorima.
He slid his gaze from Midorima's and stared at the floor with a heavy heart.
"Because…" Midorima finally said.
"Becauseourhoroscopespredicte dthatwewouldbecomeromantical lyattracted!" He burst out in a jumbled mess of words.
"What?" Takao felt his mouth hanging open. "Because of our horoscopes?"
"You heard what I said." Midorima said.
"You have got to be kidding me." Takao stared up at him. But slowly, a sly grin crept onto his face. Realization kicked in.
"You're using that as an excuse." He deadpanned. "You're sexually attracted to me and you don't know how to explain it." Takao tapped his head. "I've got it all figured out, silly."
Midorima glared down at him indignantly. "Watch what you're saying. You don't have a clue-" He started but Takao raised a finger to the boy's lips.
"Shh…" He said gently. Takao looked up at him with the softest expression he could muster up. "Just listen to me."
Midorima stared at Takao. He had the gentlest look on his face and Midorima felt himself giving in.
"Just listen to me."
Midorima had a niggling feeling that Takao understood him better than he did himself. He found the things that Midorima wanted to bury and shoved them into his face.
"How about we both just stop thinking about this, and we'll do what our instinct tells us." Taka took the last step forward so that his chest was touching Midorima's.
"Please. Just don't think anymore." He said quietly.
Midorima wanted to sit down and think through their relationship, but Takao wanted the opposite. He felt uneasy going forward without a clear label in mind, but he also felt that their current relationship had no label. It was unique in it's own way.
He wanted to stop trying to calm his beating heart and he wanted to stop resisting. Is that what Takao meant?
To hell with his dilemmas.
Midorima reached out and grabbed Takao's chin and tried to find consolation in his sweet lips once more.