((A.N.: Exam period approaches OTL There will be much bloodshed. Probably many of you have wondered where Midorima's trademark neurosis fluttered off to. Well, here it is. Also, on a totally random note, a friend got me into Kuragehime. Isn't it adorable? I find Shuushuu such a cutie. THAT BEING SAID. Reviews welcome, and thanks for all the lovely messages you guys have already sent me, it means a lot!))
Takao opened his eyes that morning five minutes before his alarm went off. The sun was bright, the air crisp, and a pigeon was sitting on his windowsill grooming itself without a care in the world. Smiling a retardedly large grin, the man hopped up off his bed and headed into the bathroom humming a little tune that sounded like a potential new song for his band.
He placed a kettle on the stove, despite his tendency to skip breakfasts. While reaching for sliced bread, he hesitated before flicking on the radio that hadn't been touched since the last baseball season. Nothing much seemed too entertaining, the weather, the news and various stock reports didn't interest him. Idly surfing through frequencies, he stopped at an oddly cheerful sounding DJ.
"... so be sure to grasp every opportunity you have! In 4th place we have Gemini. Friends of this horoscope would want to hold onto a pink coin pouch today as your lucky item!..."
Takao knew he'd never been one much for horoscopes and the likes, but the bubbly DJ matched his mood. With a smile and a shrug, he left it at that and returned to the bathroom to fix his hair.
"Cancer, you're 7th place today. That isn't too bad, but please be sure to hold on to an electric guitar as your lucky item!"
Electric guitar hmm, Takao mused, shifting his gaze from the mirror to the sofa in the living room. On it innocuously sat his baby, safely in its' case after the last practice session. He shrugged with a sigh, wondering if anyone would seriously carry an electric guitar around with them all day just because of a radio show horoscope reading.
The kettle whistled, and Takao switched the radio off.
Within the hour Takao was done with all his preparations, even the plates and cups from breakfast were clean on the drying rack. Satisfied, he tapped on his shoes and headed downstairs.
Once the street outside his building came into view though, the man froze in his tracks.
"Mi-Midorima sensei?" He gawked, heading over to the doctor who was trying his very best to look like he'd just passed by. The taller man quickly nodded a greeting as Takao came to a halt in front of him. "Ahaha, what a coincidence seeing you here, on your way to work?"
"Obviously." Midorima huffed at first, immediately going quiet after as if feeling guilty. Takao shrugged it off with a laugh. "I uh, I recall seeing you have an electric guitar."
"Yeah sure I do, why-"
Funny, the raven-haired man paused in thought. That was the second time that morning he'd paid any attention to his beloved instrument. He then recalled the conversation they'd had at the bar.
"... Hey Sensei, you don't happen to be a horoscope person do you?"
Midorima seemed to relax at this, a little smile appearing on his face. "I'm relieved, you listen to Oha-Asa too?"
The urge to snort and laugh was all but forgotten, Takao rolling his eyes away sheepishly. "Well sort of, just don't really go for the lucky items thing. Anyways, you need my electric guitar?" At that point, Takao had the ever slight feeling of betraying his beloved guitar to appease his crush, a full out 'bros before hos' moment. "You wanna wait here? Or you can come upstairs with me to get it."
With a little shrug, Midorima merely followed as Takao thudded up the stairs and headed towards his apartment. The door swung open once again, the dishes from breakfast still drying on the rack. The doctor stepped in after his host, pausing at the doorway while Takao headed to the living room to retrieve his pride and joy.
"Aaand here." He grinned, handing Midorima the straps of his guitar case. "I don't really get how lucky items work though, do you need to take it out of its' case?"
"Not necessarily." The doctor sighed, taking the instrument carefully. "I'm going to stay in the clinic for consultation, so I'll just keep it in my office."
"I... See." Well, Takao shrugged with a sigh of relief; at least there weren't any band practice sessions coming up, and the next gig was awhile away yet. Not to mention of most the people he knew, this neurotic doctor was probably the one person he felt the safest entrusting his baby to.
Takao quickly noted the subtle flush on Midorima's face as they exited the apartment, himself sagely suppressing his own fluster down to a gentle smile while locking the door behind him.
The two covered the joint portion of their respective journeys to work in silence. In the meanwhile, with a few more subtle glances, Takao mused at how tiny his guitar looked when strapped to Midorima's broad back. Beyond a slight turn of his head, the doctor didn't seem to pay particular attention to the resulting chuckle.
"Well", Takao chirped, reaching out a hand. "I'm probably going to get off work earlier than you do usually, so I'll just wait for you to drop my baby off back home?"
Midorima took the hand in a gentle shake. "Sounds fine."
Fin. 30 Jul 2013
