The Law Is For The Breaking

by anatagasuki

One day, Midorima notices that Kise is burning out, and Kise notices that Midorima is limping. After hitting the showers post-practice, Midorima kisses Kise.

2. Line Dance

You say that we're different
I feel the same

Kise scratches the back of his neck as he looks straight into Midorima's eyes. His stare is half-apologetic, half-oh-well-that's-that. "We're just too different," he says.

Midorima nods. He understands what Kise is trying to tell him. But that doesn't mean he agrees. Because really, how different is Kise's grin from Midorima's scowl? When long, bandaged fingers end in soft, manicured ones, when laughter ends in screams and pain twists into pleasure, does any of it matter? Aren't all the lines blurred…aren't the lines rendered nonexistent at all?

It bothers Midorima—the messy blending of colors, the strikethroughs across the rules. He doesn't like stepping out of the box, only pushing the walls farther apart. So maybe they're utter opposites. Midorima shrugs it off. After all, underneath blonde hair and dark green eyes and taut muscles and skin, they are one same madness. Midorima doesn't try telling Kise all this—he shows him.

And Kise sees.