Summary [chapter 19]: Miyuki closed the door before leaning against it and took a deep breath. What a mess. How did she end up cooking dinner for the best friend she had just met again after months and three members of the Generation of Miracles? At best, it would be awkward and at worst, she thought with a shudder, could end in a complete disaster.
Following the canon chronology with some additions for the purpose of the story. Main pairing of the story: Midorima x OC.
Written in the third person. The words in italic are characters' thoughts and the words written like this are said in another language (French or English). No harem x OC.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OCs
[HALCYON DAYS ARC]
FRAGMENTS
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Chapter 19: dîner à cinq
When they were both four years old, they met each other in the playground of their kindergarten. They had an age gap of exactly a year and twenty-nine days but it happened just after her birthday.
A boy with droopy eyes approached her.
"Hello, what's your name?"
"I'm– My name is Miyuki." It was then the only thing she could say in English along with 'hi' and 'what's your name?'
"Are you Japanese?"
She energitically nodded.
"My name is Tatsuya!" he continued in Japanese to her relief.
"Tatsun?!"
He just smiled before holding her hand.
That was how Miyuki met Tatsuya.
When they were twelve years old, they were an ocean apart from each other. There had been no harrowing farewell at the airport and no tears, just an unspoken promise to find their way back to each other through awkward words clumsily thrown.
"You're really dropping basketball? What a shame," he started in a light tone.
They both knew how unwarranted his concern was but she chose to go with the flow of the discussion. "Not really... I just prefer playing football. And don't call ever call it 'soccer', please."
That futile exchange was better than acknowledging the changes in their friendship, if they could still call it that way.
He already knew about her intention to switch sports anyway, but she didn't make a remark about it.
"Noted."
"You'll write me, right?!"
"Of course, little bird."
When she was fourteen and he was fifteen, they realized that it was impossible to avoid forever the utter, mortifying truth: they had been each other's first crush.
"So..."
"We must never tell anyone."
"But–"
"Anyone," she insisted with a note of finality in her voice that left no possibility to answer back.
It was already embarrassing enough to make that mutual discovery there, in the middle of a basketball court in Los Angeles. How ironic to realize years later that their first crush had been on their best friend. How dumb was it to discover that it had been mutual when they didn't hold these kind of feelings anymore?
"I'm here... in case you forgot," another voice said, visibly uncomfortable.
Right, they weren't alone.
"Shut up, Shuu!" she barked.
(Admittedly, it was not much of an answer.)
The way back home had been embarrassing, to say the least. Miyuki had been unable to use her crutches in the pouring rain without taking the risk of miserably slipping. That was why she grudgingly let Tatsuya carry her in his arms. Asking pretty face was out of question given the state of his foot and asking Murasakibara-kun would be awkward given how they just met.
The others went back to Seirin on Coach's orders, including Taiga, who wanted to let she and Tatsuya hold a proper discussion without himself involved. Miyuki genuinely didn't know if he was being respectful or feeling guilty. Probably both.
Miyuki, while being Taiga's best friend, was also Tatsuya's best friend.
They still all ended up taking the train, with everyone's eyes wandering between she, Tatsuya and Taiga... and pretty face and Murasakibara-kun. These never-ending 30 minutes were awkward and only filled with Teppei's silly remarks.
"I never went to Masukocchi's home before!"
She had asked pretty face to come with them to eat dinner since Miyuki felt she owed him that for... basically denouncing his condition to Genta-san.
"No one went to my apartment except Taiga, I spend more time at his apartment... We live on the same apartment complex," she added for Tatsuya.
"Uncle really planned everything, didn't he?"
"I didn't know myself until I arrived... I can use my crutches here, thanks."
He smoothly put her down as pretty face gave her back the crutches. She recalled guiding Taiga with a map to discover the fact that they lived in the same building on her first day, it was amusing to say the least.
"Kise-kun, can you take the keys in the pocket of my bag and open the door, please?"
"Hai!"
"Thank you! Now, I can finally change my clothes... You can sit in the living room or go around!" she shouted as she went quickly to her bedroom. She closed the door before leaning against it and took a deep breath.
What a mess.
Her mobile vibrated and she banged her head against the door after seeing who was the sender: Mirodima.
"Shit," she complained to herself, her cool hand on her forehead.
She completely forgot that it was today of all day that she had asked Midorima to come to help her with written Japanese. It had been a pleasant surprise that he had offered to help her at the joint training camp and she couldn't refuse since the marks she got weren't enough for her standards.
'I'll arrive in five minutes. Where is your apartment?'
'On the floor just below Taiga's apartment,' she quickly texted back.
"Putain de merde," she swore to no one in particular before taking off the man's dress shirt pretty face put on her to cover her now transparent top. She dried herself with the towel on her desk chair before looking for other clothes.
She decided to choose comfortable cotton pants along with one of the slightly oversized shirts she used to wear during football practice. It was large enough to not make it obvious she had breasts. Taking off the knee brace made her feel better since it got wet in the rain too and was uncomfortably sticking to her skin.
She saw her own reflect. She looked terrible with the messy hair she was trying to tame and the apparition of bags under her eyes. The rain and the cold had only made her skin looked paler.
It's always the rain...
Miyuki briefly closed her eyes before taking another deep breath and opened the door. Pretty face and Tatsuya were discussing and laughing about something while Murasakibara-kun was lying on the couch. It was probably Tatsuya who told him to make himself comfortable, she didn't mind.
She made a mental note to herself to avoid letting pretty face and Tatsuya alone for too long, they seemed to get along well but were too sly to be trusted while put together.
"Masukocchi's apartment is even bigger than Kagamicchi's!" pretty face shouted, sparkling in excitement.
She nodded. "My family hasn't arrived yet but we're five... soon six people so we need space. By the way..." She knew pretty face and Midorima weren't a compatible duo though they did manage to remain civil and not to scream (too much) but she had a feeling someone like Murasakibara-kun could not get along with Midorima since he was too... messy. "I forgot I invited Midorima to help me with written Japanese."
"... Crap." Only pretty face seemed to have an idea of the potential chaos that was about to irrupted with Midorima's arrival.
The secretly chaotic guy that was Tatsuya seemed to be excited upon the perspective of meeting Midorima Shintaro, the infamous Generation of Miracles shooting guard.
"Mido-chin?!"
As if said 'Mido-chin' was summoned, he rang at her door. Miyuki went through the corridor to open the door.
"Good evening Midorima. I apologize for forgetting to tell you that we'll have guests with us," she quickly said as she pecked each of his cheeks, in a miserable attempt to hide her distress.
If he noticed anything, he didn't say a word about it. "Do you mean the two idiots and Kuroko?"
"So mean, Midorimacchi!" pretty face wailed from the living room.
"Shut up, Kise... MURASAKIBARA?"
"Ah, it's really Mido-chin."
Miyuki noted the slight irritation in Murasakibara-kun's voice... Bingo, the two of them didn't get along. At all.
On the bright side, Taiga was not there with them, his presence would have added more chaos.
"I don't think you need presentations..." she said wryly before turning her head towards Midorima. "However, there is someone here you never met. Midorima, this is Himuro Tatsuya. Tatsuya, this is Midorima Shintaro."
There was no need to specify more than their respective names since they knew who the other was since she had talked about them.
"It's a pleasure to meet the friends Miyuki made in Japan," Tatsuya smoothly said as he presented his hand for a handshake.
She knew the tone he was using... He was testing Midorima but she failed to see how and why?
To Midorima's credit, he immediately shook his hand as he cooly answered, "Likewise."
"You did meet little Taiga, didn't you?"
Midorima frowned in displeasure of the mention of her other best friend's name but still calmly replied. "... Yes."
Tatsuya was a sociable person who could hold a talk with anyone so she was sure there would be no problem between he and Midorima. She could not say the same thing between Midorima and Murasakibara-kun.
"I'll go prepare dinner!"
"Do you need help?"
She smiled. It had been a while since the last time Tatsuya and she cooked together. "Not tonight, you're all my guests, including you!"
"Are you sure?" Tatsuya eyed her crutches.
"Yes, dummy," she muttered, lightly hitting him with one of her crutches as Tatsuya laughed.
She had missed the sound of his genuine laugh. Hearing his laugh had always been a rarity, something she deeply treasured.
"Okay, I'll watch you cooking from the other side of the counter then."
Tatsuya had mischief in his eyes and amusement in his smile. He knew she could cook alone despite being on crutches so she was confused. It was after he made a small sign with his head that she understood his intention.
Three members of the Generations of Miracles were in her living room looking at each other awkwardly. The last time pretty face and Midorima had been that way was at the start of their visits at the hospital. Midorima looked even more stiff than usual, which made her tink that whatever happened between the member of the Generation of Miracles wasn't as glorious as that shiny nickname.
"Midorima, you can seat on the other armchair!"
He crossed his arms, avoiding her eyes. "I'm good this way."
She frowned. The last time he had answered her that way was when they met... There was something wrong. "Midorima, please..." she pleaded in a softer voice.
She held her stare before his eyes finally met hers. He sighed before sitting there.
"... Fine."
She smiled, more relieved than anything. "Before I start cooking, do you guys want to eat an..." Miyuki frowned. She forgot the word. "How do we say entrée in Japanese?" she whispered to herself.
She met three blank stares and a fourth amused one. "A what?"
"I meant an appetizer, my tongue slipped," she clarified.
"Ah... Sure!"
Her apartment had an American kitchen like Taiga except it was more spacious and decorated... and unlike Taiga's apartment, she had a lounge diner room.
It was more American than French since there rooms were usually seperated with a door in France but they got used to it in Los Angeles and prefered it that way since they were a family with three (and soon four) children.
It was still a bit unpersonal to Miyuki but she planned to buy plants and add photos and paintings on the wall when she would be able to freely move around again.
"What are you going to cook?" her best friend inquired as she put her apron and put her crutches in the corner.
"That's a surprise."
"You can walk?!" She detected a hint of surprise in his voice.
"I'll be allowed to completely stop using my crutches next week but I can walk for short distances," she proudly answered.
"Congrats, little bird!" He patted her head before seating on the other side of the counter. "So, what are you going to cook?"
He could be really stubborn sometimes... She might as well answer him. "Tartes aux légumes, soupe à l'oignon, confit de canard à la sarladaise et crème brûlée."
She washed her hands and put an apron before taking the vegetables in the fridge. She knew Tatsuya noticed the photos of them with Taiga hanged on it with a magnet.
The lingering awkwardness between them was no longer there since they had cleared the whoel mutual crush thing but there were still things they avoided mentioning when possible, namely Taiga. Except last December, which led to the first argument they ever had in eleven years of friendship.
"Two entries, really?!"
"You're tall high school basketball players so why not!"
"Point taken."
She switched the bluetooth speaker on before starting to cut the vegetables. She and Taiga enjoyed cooking while having music in the background. It filled the emptiness of their too big and too empty apartments. "When did you arrive in Japan?"
"Three weeks ago."
Unsurprising. "Are you doing good with the whole Japanese culture gap?"
Tatsuya sighed. "Not really."
"Me too..." she admitted."And we both started talking in English without realizing it." She laughed, realizing how it kept happening with Taiga as well."I start talking in French or English sometimes but at least they don't know whenever I start swearing."
It came as handy in that case since she was far from being the perfect woman according to Japanese standards.
Yes, she was gentle and polite but she was in no way submissive and she couldn't afford to be that way anymore. Yes, she naturally had wide and blue eyes but she wasn't the cute type. She couldn't stand the thought of having to talk in an unatural high-pitched voice or wearing dresses all the time. She was already displeased with having to wear a school uniform, especially since she started to realize it looked shorter on her since she grew cup by two centimeters.
Of course, she knew it was mainly stereotypes to fit with Japan's social expectations and she knew from her mom there was a slight shift. She had coach as friend (her only female friend in Japan, her brain cruelly reminded her) and Riko-san was smart, with short hair and ambitious.
But to make everything more dificult, Miyuki was a hafu.
No one directly insulted her at school but she could sometimes hear the whispers, the word hafu thrown in a mocking tone. She was almost thankful Taiga was never around whenever it happened or else, he would have gotten into a fight.
Still, he knew people spoke ill of her sometimes, it wasn't she was hiding it from her best friend anyway. But, she wasn't completely French or completely Japanese, she was used to it.
"What's this playlist?" Tatsuya asked. They both knew all the things that implied her statement but prefered to keep their discussion light at the moment.
"It's the playlist I listen while running outside."
"That explains everything..."
She chuckled. Her playlist directly going from Chopin's Nocturne Op.9 No.2 to Fall Out Boy's My Song Know What You Did In The Dark was unsettling at best.
She used to run outside before school thrice a week with Jean and Théo around 6:30A.M since they generally started classes at 8:10A.M. They always ran thirty minutes, enough to really wake them up but not tire them.
They were the only ones along with her family and Tatsuya and Taiga who had seen her like that every morning before drinking her hot chocolate: grumpy and not fully human.
That was why she always happened to drink a cup of hot chocolate before everyone at the different training camps. Otherwise, she had the bad habit to grunt or answer with sentences not longer that a 'oui' (yes) or a 'non' (no) and wore glasses whenever the sun was already showing up. Théo wasn't a morning person either though it wasn't as obvious as her while Jean always had that eat-shitting smile so early in the morning.
"Jean sent you photos, didn't he?"
"That and more." She had no desire to know what type of blackmailing material her former teammate (that traitor) gave him.
Tatsuya looked particularly amused. She was not.
Shintaro knew something was wrong from the moment where Masuko opened the door with doubts in her eyes and an apology in her smile. He understood when he saw Murasakibara in the living room (it was hard to miss him, especially given how he was slumping on the couch).
And there was also another guy.
Himuro Tatsuya, Masuko's other best friend.
He had already seen him through photos but was he still surprised. He seemed sociable and polite, totally Murasakibara's opposite.
(What were they even doing together?)
Murasakibara, Kise and he somehow ended up sitting (or lying on the couch, much to his disgust, Murasakibara still had no manners) while looking at each other, waiting for someone to start the discussion. Masuko and Himuro Tatsuya were lightly discussing between them in rapid English in the kitchen near the dining room.
"This is..."
"Dreadful," he stated.
"I would've said 'awkward' but you're right," Kise shrugged.
It was only at that moment that he realized how... not uncomfortable his interactions with Kise had been for the past months. The addition of Murasakibara there made it too much like a Generation of Miracles gathering.
He knew that Akashi's ruthless words were all in their minds: 'From now on, we are enemies. The next time we shall meet will be at the highschool nationals stage.'
While Akashi hadn't been wrong about each of them wanting to win against their former teammates, Midorima found himself starting to think that perhaps 'enemies' wasn't the right word whenever he was with Kuroko or Kise (which was more often than he would admit).
He knew it was thanks to Kuroko... and Kagami. And Masuko. It was precisely these three people that had made Midorima ponder the accuracy of Akashi's words before they parted for a while. Whether Akashi had been mistaken or not.
They, the Generation of Miracles, had all been mistaken on one point, he realized as he was sitting in that living room with two of his former teammates.
They all made a miscalculation in their presumption of having to win against all of them to prove they were the best. They had never thought it was possible someone like Kagami could exist in Japan...
Someone on par with their talent.
It had taken a defeat to stop denying the truth... at least to himself. And to Masuko, given what she said to him during the training camp. They both knew he was too prideful to agree with her outloud but they had both seen Kagami Taiga play and they both knew he was still far from reaching his full potential.
"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Murasakibaracchi at all during Inter High."
"Murasakibara, don't leave crumbs on the couch," he automatically retorted at the sight of Murasakibara eating chips.
"Uh? I didn't play at Inter High," he lazily replied, ignoring Shintaro's remark.
He stared at Murasakibara, confused. He was lazy but he did not think Murasakibara would miss a tournament on purpose...
"Eh? Why not?"
"I don't know... Aka-chin told me not to."
"Ah."
Somehow, the explicit mention of Akashi's name both explained everything and inexplicably made the atmosphere tenser than it already was.
"Akashi, uh..." he muttered.
He knew the next time they would see each other would be at Winter Cup but having half of the Generation of Miracles reunited there could possibly be another miscalculation from Akashi. Shintaro had no idea how but he would figure out.
Eventually.
He sighed as his eyes went on Masuko and Himuro Tatsuya still at the kitchen, laughing. He could faintly hear Chopin's Nocturne in the background. It reminded him of the discussions Akashi and he had about classical music.
Even if it now was a far and distant memory he... cherished it.
"Muro-chin looks happy..."
Murasakibara's remark unsettled him. He was not the type to make such observations. And he already was calling Himuro Tatsuya 'Muro-chin'. What did that guy do to Murasakibara?
"Now that I think about it, do you know Masukocchi?"
Shintaro was sure he missed something. According to Masuko's texts and Kise's stupid permanent updates, they went to a street basketball tournament but to think that Murasakibara participated was strange, surely he had been provoked at one point.
"Muro-chin told me about her, she's nice."
He wondered what Himuro Tatsuya told him to not only make Murasakibara remember who she was but also have a positive opinion about her.
It had taken weeks for the guy to remember who Kise was... Kise the supermodel who not only was in the same team but also in the same class as Murasakibara.
His eyes were still on Masuko. She was 'nice' as Murasakibara put in an ingenous voice.
Too nice...
"Do you want to drink something?" Masuko asked from the counter.
His eyes met Masuko's; Shintaro looked away, embarrassed she caught him staring. It was as if the despair in her blue eyes that reminded him of Kuroko's eyes during their third year in Teiko had never been there.
"Ah, yes!" That idiot Kise quickly skipped towards the kitchen to escape from the uncomfortable atmosphere... which was what Midorima decided to do as well.
It was impolite as a guest to stay there and do nothing after all.
"I have soda in my fridge and if you want orange juice, you can make some with this machine."
"Gotcha! What did Masukocchi cook, it smells nice."
"Tartes aux légumes et soupe à l'oignon."
"Uh?"
"Emilie meant she cooked vegetable pie and onion gratin soup as first courses," Himuro Tatsuya translated.
"Did you just say onion gratin soup?"
Shintaro pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing what was coming. Kise was getting twice more annoying at the mention of onion gratin soup.
"I hope you don't mind eating that..."
"I love onion gratin soup, it's my favorite dish! I can eat it pretty much every day!"
Shintaro thought about that one training camp in their second year... Kise was not exaggerating.
"Can you help me with the plates, silverware and glasses, please? It's on that cupboard." Masuko asked him.
He nodded.
Shintaro was relieved she was standing more and more without her crutches. The process was slower than predicted in the first months for her, she informed him through texts but she finally saw real improvements. He would congratulate her later. For now, he would have to sit there and eat with... everyone.
"Thank you Masukocchi, it was delicious!"
"No problem, Kise-kun... I wanted to make something more complex but some of the ingredients necessary are hard to find in Japan... And everything is expensive here." She frowned, wondering if she could somehow make a kebab in Japan. There was no way she would eat one made by someone else, they apparently tasted bad there. "Dessert will be ready in ten minutes, I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not!"
Miyuki smiled as she watched pretty face and Murasakibara-kun put the plates in the sink on her right while Tatsuya and Midorima were cleaning the table. She had told pretty face, Tatsuya and Murasakibara-kun they could stay at her apartment to sleep since it was already late.
Tatsuya knew she wanted to talk to him so he easily accept. Murasakibara-kun just went along and shrugged before clumsily mumbling a small 'thank you' and Kise-kun looked way too eager to have another sleepover there. He would spend the following day with Seirin anyway, as part of the arrangement with Genta-san.
She finished to clean the dirty dishes again when someone on her right coughed. It was Midorima.
"Is there anything else I can do?" he inquired in a flat tone. He gave her back the rags used for the table gently while the others started watching TV.
"No..." She watched him, biting her lips. He had been avoiding direct eye contact with her ever since she opened her door. She had noticed the tense atmosphere in some moments during dinner between the three member of the Generation of Miracles.
It seemed that reunion with yet another former teammate of his took a toll on him, more than she thought.
He was about to leave the kitched when she muttered, full of shame. "I'm sorry."
Midorima looked more confused than anything. "What are you talking about?"
She kept staring at the floor. She was being a bad friend, again. "I forgot we were supposed to see each other today until you sent me that text... I just... We met Tatsuya by chance at the street basketball tournament we went to and it had been half a year since the last time I saw him face to face... Not to mention Taiga was there too and I haven't found what to do yet to try to stop them from being so stubborn and stupid..."
"Masuko..."
"... And I can feel there's more than it seems with your former teammates and how you look uncomfortable in each other's presence. It's probably too soon for that, I've been through the same thing with my own former–"
"Masuko."
She stopped, staring in disbelief the way he grabbed both of her hands with a delicacy that reminded her of the way his fingertips gently touched the ball before a shot. He never initiated physical contact with her or anyone else but it was soothing it a way and it made her stop the rambling she started.
She had no idea what to say and still watched their hands, captivated by his slender fingers, always bandaged off the court. Midorima really had pretty hands...
(which was unfair since they were prettier than hers.)
"It's nothing, Masuko," he muttered before letting go of her hands. Her hands were cold from the contact with the water compared to his warm hand. "We can always do that another day."
She sighed deeply. "Right..." She knew he was being considerate with her despite not knowing what to do sometimes. She did not mind.
She just stupidly panicked over the thought of what she was about to try to do about her best friends' conflict. She knew there were things she would have to tell them, no matter how hard it was.
"Where are Kagami and Kuroko? They're always with you."
"They went back to Seirin at coach's request." She had a feeling there was more to that. Miyuki would ask them later. She noticed the desserts were ready and took them from the hot water to let them cool for a few minutes. The mixture she made earlier was softly set in the ramekins.
"I see."
"By the way..." she paused, her eyes now watching him again. "I wanted to announce something to you but I was hoping we would be alone."
He gave her a strange look. "Why?"
"Because we're friends."
"But why alone?"
She looked away, feelings her cheeks getting hot for reasons she could not fathom. "I... I don't know."
Or maybe she knew.
She was hoping to see him smile again, just like when she offered him that notebook for his birthday. It was foolish, really, but she knew he was as upset as Tetsuya and Taiga to not be able to partcipate to Inter High... She could picture Taiga blushing and saying how much of a cheesy worrywart she was if she ever said it outloud.
"I won't have to use my crutches starting starting next week anymore," she said, feeling even more like an idiot for being so selfish. She couldn't do anything apart from telling her friends that there was always Winter Cup and hanging out with them to try to cheer them up. She thought sharing positive news could help as well.
"Congratulations," he simply answered, a hint of a smile there.
She would take it, knowing it was already more than she could hope for today since he was tense during dinner... At least she managed not to make him seat near Murasakibara-kun, now that would have put him on the edge... more than he already was.
"Thank you." She smiled back. "Can you bring the ramekins and the spoons to where the others are, please?" The others looked so engrossed by whatever was on TV (by the sound of it, it was a basketball match).
He didn't answer and just took them while she was looking for caster sugar and a blow torch to caramelise it.
"Dessert is ready!"
"Crème brûlée?" Murasakibara-kun asked with slight interest.
"Exactly, I made it myself. The only thing missing is the sugar. Do you want to do it?"He tilted his head before slowly nodding.
"Masukocchi, no!"
She furrowed her brows. "Why not?"
"Erm, Murasakibaracchi is..."
"Tatsuya told me he's a good baker in his letters."
She remembered how he explained one of his teammates had been making desserts at 4 A.M sometimes (he had not tell precisely who but it was clear it was Murasakibara-kun)
"We live in the same dorm," Tatsuya added.
"My sister taught me how to bake desserts last year," was the simple explanation given by Murasakibara-kun.
"Oh."
She had guessed ever since that incident at the restaurant with pretty face and Midorima that something had happened in their third year in Teiko, something that had caused a shift in their dynamics as a team, and as friends.
They were all eating their crème brûlées between small talks until Murasakibara-kun broke the balance between not overly uncomfortable and awkward with a simple sentence delivered while munching some cookies she had made two days ago.
"Miyu-chin, come to Yosen."
A/N: And we finally have Midorima and Masuko scenes back ! That arc was harder to develop than expected because it involves not only Masuko/Kagami/Himuro but also the Generation of Miracles' past (with now also Murasakibara around).
Himuro and Masuko's dynamic is very different than Kagami and Masuko but it doesn't make it less or more important than the other. There was a point where they were awkward with each other after becoming teenagers and their friendship had almost shifted into something else. Sometimes best friends become romantic partners, sometimes they drift and sometimes they remain best friends through the years. It can be complex or very simple, that's why it's so interesting to write about friendships in this story too.
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