Hey everyone! The beginning of this chapter was so easy to write then I got towards the end and completely blanked, haha. I apologise in advance, not much interaction between Kuroko and Aomine buuuut it's coming! I promise!

Hope you all enjoy this.

Chapter 7

"Takao! Wait!"

Midorima pelted down the street at full speed after his errant team mate. Rolling his eyes, he bade his dignity farewell, but then again after what had occurred at Maji Burgers, sprinting down the crowded walkway whilst yelling like a maniac was small fry. He was just thinking that someone up there really had it in for him today when he was divinely proven correct. A small food cart had hurtled out of nowhere, heading straight for Takao. Admist the screams and shouts of warning, the black haired boy could only widen his eyes, raise his arms in an effort to shield his face and brace himself for the painful impact. As expected Takao landed on the ground in a heap but instead of his side exploding with pain, he only felt a heavy pressure on his back. Twisting around in confusion, he met bright green eyes filled with concern.

"Sh-Shin-chan-"

Ignoring the bewilderment in Takao's voice, Midorima cut across him brusquely, "Takao. Are you alright?" Then proceeded to pat the other boy down, looking for any injuries that he might have sustained.

Takao watched him with tears beginning to blur his vision. He had never seen Shin-chan look so distressed and worried before and against his will, a small bubble of hope began to form.

Assured that Takao was indeed unharmed, Midorima made to rise before collapsing and swearing darkly in pain.

"Shin-chan! What's wrong?" Takao gently pushed the shooting guard off him and frantically inspected the taller boy's body before moaning in despair. "Shin-chan! Your ankle!"

Following his friend's gaze down, Midorima thought mildly that his ankle looked like it had recently consumed an eggplant which had turned radioactive and was now glowing purple through his skin. He had just raised his head to inform Takao of that fact only to see the dark haired boy in full panic mode, squawking at bystanders to call an ambulance, a firetruck, the police, ANYTHING! Instead of cutting the other boy off with a rude sarcastic comment like he normally would, Midorima felt the corner of his mouth kick up in amusement and fondness.

"I'm so sorry, Shin-chan! It's all my fault, if I hadn't been such an idiot then none of this would have happened…"

Midorima tuned Takao out as he hobbled down the white hallway of the local hospital, struggling to balance on his crutches and clutch the bag of anti-inflammatory medication at the same time. As luck would have had it, he hadn't broken anything, just sprained his ankle – really badly. As Takao continued to babble apologies, explanations and excuses alongside him, the shooter's mind wandered. He couldn't quite comprehend the horrible sinking feeling that had settled over him like a thick blanket back at Maji Burgers when he had realised Takao had seen the whole…incident. Seeing Takao's broken expression directed at him had felt like being hit by a truck then getting dipped in the frigid waters of the Atlantic Ocean and then being forcibly made to swallow a gigantic meteorite which then settled at the pit of his stomach. Frowning slightly, Midorima could feel the answer to his overreaction slowly dawning on him. Annoyed that the thought was flitting through his fingertips, refusing to settle, he broke down the situation and began to analyse the pieces. The fact that he had reacted to Takao's pain meant that – Midorima gulped – he cared about his team mate. That idea made him break into a sweat, he was Midorima Shintaro for heaven's sake, he wasn't meant to care about anyone let alone the annoying, yappy-won't-shut-up-to-save-his-life, clingy, intelligent, funny, reliable, adorably cute –

Midorima skidded to a halt. The reality of the situation and his feelings came crashing down on him like a tonne of cement blocks. He was almost as delusional and stupid as Ahomine – almost.

"Takao!" Midorima barked.

The point guard stopped midsentence and blinked up at him.

"We need to talk."

Takao paled as he remembered exactly why this accident had occurred. Despite his best efforts, moisture gathered over his vision and he turned his face away.

Sighing, Midorima shuffled to the row of plastic chairs which lined the hall. He motioned to Takao to take the seat next to him before stacking his crutches on his other side. Before Midorima could begin his explanation, Takao was already off, rambling at such high speeds the bespectacled boy could only catch phrases which sounded a lot like, "I was worried, and a bit jealous…trying to confirm my suspicious…I know it was wrong to follow and spy on you…I'm so so so so so sorry…I'll understand if you never forgive me…but you and Kuroko…kissing…...and it hurt to see you two together but you looked so cute as a couple…"

At that, Midorima had to cut his friend off. What the hell? Him and Kuroko cute together?! Where did that come from, and did Takao just say he was jealous and hurt? Something a lot like masculine satisfaction and relief – it was clear to him that Takao returned his less than platonic feelings – welled up in his chest which he promptly shoved aside to concentrate on the, admittedly, one sided conversation.

"Will you listen to me, Takao!"

For the second time in as many minutes, Takao fell silent, looking up at Midorima like a kicked puppy begging to be forgiven by its adored master. Letting out a frustrated huff, Midorima attempted to explain the muddled, ludicrous situation.

"So, do you understand now?"

Looking down at his team mate Midorima was understandably shocked when he saw pure sympathy and pain in silvery blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Shin-chan. I completely understand how hard unrequited love is to deal with. I can only imagine how long you must have kept your feelings for Kuroko-san secret-"

"WHAT?! No! No, no, no, no, NO!" Midorima reeled back in horror at that thought, "Damnnit Takao! Don't you get what I'm trying to say?"

"I do! You're in love with Kuroko-san but Akashi-san is making you help Kuroko-san and Aomine-san get together instead-"

Deciding that the only way to get his real intentions across was to repeat this afternoon's performance – albeit in a hopefully much less awkward and uncomfortable way – Midorima gently cupped Takao's cheek with a shaky hand and muttering a silent prayer, closed his eyes and lightly pressed his lips against Takao's. He could feel the other boy stiffen in surprise but determined to prove his point, Midorima increased the pressure, drawing closer to the dark haired boy.

The reaction Midorima was searching for came out of nowhere; with a muffled joyful cry, Takao flung his arms around the taller boy's neck and proceeded to kiss Midorima to an inch of his life. Smiling slightly, Midorima slid his other arm around Takao's waist and pulled the other boy into his lap.

After getting the hysterical and confusing call from Takao, the remaining members of the Generation of Miracles raced to the hospital. They were just barrelling around the last corner when Akashi, leading the pack, came to an abrupt stop causing the rest of his ex-teammates to crash into his back. Shooting them an annoyed look, he returned to surveying the scene before them. A satisfied and sly smile slid across his face before returning to its previous blank expression. Turning around and strolling down the hallway leisurely, he called back to the group of gobsmacked players, "Come. They need their privacy."

Aomine, Kuroko, Kise and Murisakibara automatically responded to the command, walking dazedly behind their leader, their jaws still on the floor. Aomine recovered his ability to speak first, "W-w-w-what was t-that? S-s-since when…?"

"Don't think too hard Daiki, your brain's not used to it. Come along now."

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