Oh, God, I took so long to update this! Well, I'm afraid that, now that I'm trying to make and keep my own blog, and with the tutor sessions I've taken up, it will be even longer between each update... But do not fear, I have a lot to fish out for our dear characters! Also, stay tuned cause one more character profile, one of a very beloved pinkette, is coming up soon enough ;)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own KnB - and, btw, congratulations on its grand opening for the 2nd season!

There are those days, Midorima Shintaro knew, that you just can't escape fate.

Today was one of those days.

First, he had woken up earlier than usual by falling out of the bed - in all his 31 years of life, not once had such an event ever taken place.

A careful man that he is - some would say ridiculously superstitious, but let them talk - he made sure to check his Oha-Asa horoscope for the day.

*You may experience sorrowful circumstances today. Do not get involved in any confrontation, as you may come out as a loser. The color green will be unlucky for you.*

The letters on his screen seemed to be glaring and laughing at him at the same time. Seriously? His own eyes and hair were green! He briefly considered dying his hair for the day or buy colored eye contacts, but he quickly rejected that notion. It would be too much of a pain to re-dye them the next day, and go through all of his morning shift rubbing his eyes every two minutes.

... Shit, he was doomed, wasn't he?

He should have known better. He should have asked for a day off, or call in sick.

But nooooo, he just had to go to work despite his gut feeling and Oha-Asa's warnings.

With great reluctance - for which he blamed his own bad luck, and not the fact that he was actually enjoying himself -, he pushed away from the woman's thin lips, panting as he kept his hands firmly in place on her arms. She was in no better condition. Her face was red all over, her breath labored, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her short, Brunswick green dress under the white coat that signaled her position as a fellow doctor. Green... he tsked. Damn it! Her islamic green - again?! - eyes refused to look at him. The woman was terrified at her reaction, and Midorima couldn't really blame her. He was equally mortified!

Sharp, green eyes behind glasses turned to find the culprit that was responsible for this mess. But he realized - much to his horror - that she was nowhere to be found. He was alone with his partner in misery in the room, possibly had been for a while, and he hadn't even noticed!

Guilt was an emotion he hated feeling, but it was inevitable now. He straightened his glasses, his clothes and hair, and cleared his throat. The woman flinched at the sound, and frantically tidied up her own appearance as she quickly made her way to the door. "I have to go", her breathy whisper reached his ears as she passed by him.

He sighed tiredly and leaned back on his desk. He felt like banging his head on the wall.

"Katsumi... what have I done?"

(Some time earlier...)

"Some rest and he should be fine", he wrote down a couple more notes on his pad, and then passed it over to the nurse who was patiently waiting by his side.

"Yes, Dr. Midorima", she replied warmly. "I'll make sure he gets it. You can count on me, sir!"

He nodded in acknowledgement, muttering his goodbyes and best wishes to the patient lying on the bed. The man smiled in gratitude, nodding his head towards the beaming nurse in a conspiratorial way. Midorima ignored the latter action, along with the starry-eyed woman - he had no intention of getting involved with co-workers, and he personally found the fan-girl-like admiration most nurses held for anyone wearing the doctor coat annoying. Straightening his glasses, he exited the room.

"Midorin!", an awfully chirpy voice made him cringe. He briefly considered ignoring the owner, but he knew damn well how that would go...

"Ne, Midorin!", she was next to him now, pouting like Maiko - God, introducing those two to each other had been a dreadful thing, indeed. "Listen when I call out to you!"

Sighing, he replied "What is it, Nurse Aomine? It is almost my lunch break, and I'd rather spend it alone, if you don't mind."

"So mean", her pout remained in place. She was a woman of average height, with a generous bosom and long, pink locks tied up in a ponytail. Her dark pink eyes gave him a mischievous stare as she finally reached him "Dai-chan told me some very interesting things about this Friday's poker night - "

"And you couldn't wait till Sunday to attack me about them?", he tsked. "It's not like I would be able to avoid you at the cookout. If this is about Maiko's pregnancy - "

"Oh, please, I knew about that before any of you did", she waved the matter aside. Grinning, she tapped her temple with a finger "Never underestimate a woman's intuition, Midorin. Especially one who has gone through two pregnancies already!"

He bit back a growl. At this point, the woman would make him lose part of his break. He crossed his arms "Get to the point, Satsuki."

Her grin didn't waver as she explained "Tsk, tsk, Midorin. Trying to hide our lovely interaction with a certain writer, are we?"

He deadpanned for a minute "What are you talking about?"

"Hayashi Junko!", she cheered. "Dai-chan said you turned her on! Isn't that wonderful? She has claimed, in oh so many interviews, to be in a sexual moratorium, and yet, somehow, she found something manly enough in you, to cause her juices running! Can you imagine - "

The doctor tuned her gleeful chatter out. He was used to doing so every time the pinkette was in an excited mood. Figures that Aomine had caught only the "turned on" part, and not the rest of it - but did he have to tell his chatterbox of a wife?!

" - and I know she's sort of a busty woman, like myself, but I think your height and muscles can work well in your advantage. Take Dai-chan for exa - "

"Aomine Satsuki", his calm, irritated voice brought her out of her matchmaking monologue. She blinked and waited for him to explain, which he did immediately once he got her attention "Your husband needs to learn to focus on the important parts. Hayashi-san didn't mean she'd jump into a relationship with me."

Satsuki laughed, waving his words aside once again " I know that, silly. Dai-chan himself said she's using you for your body, but I'm a firm believer that we can find a positive aspect in your personality to keep her interested in something more."

Midorima's eyebrow twitched at the thinly-veiled insult, but he decided to tackle something more important than the matter of his pride "She has no intentions of sleeping with me, either."

"So...", she frowned thoughtfully, obviously confused. "She only wants you for your mind, then?"

He sighed "She doesn't want me, damn it! She just got inspired for a new fictional villain!". He let that sink in, before declaring "I got her creative juices running, so, for the love of God, do me a favor and explain it to your gutter-for-brains husband, will you?"

Putting his hands in his pockets, he fingered his lucky item for the day in his left one as he stomped away : a packet of fruit-flavored jelly candy. At least he had this with him. And after his lunch break, his shift would end in a couple of hours. He had avoided as much human contact as his job allowed, and hadn't gotten into any kind of conflict.

He could do this, right? He could get through most of the day unscathed. Maybe, just maybe, this whole Man proposes, God disposes thing was really crap, just like Takao had -

"Oi, you there", a low, feminine voice called out to him. A very familiar low, feminine voice. "I need you for my research."

A manicured hand with pink nails reached up from behind, and grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, dragging him to another corridor.

Damn, who was he kidding? He was screwed!

Like I said, Momoi's profile will be up very soon. Hope this chapter was enough of an apology for keeping you all waiting so long - and intriguing enough to keep you asking for more!