Rated PG
After the pleasure took over and the pantings returned to normal breaths, and the bodies separated with a slight protest, already missing the connection; they were lying on their backs on the bed. Midorima put on his glasses as Takao placed his head on his glistening torso.
"Green".
"What?"
"My favorite color..It's green".
"Oh.." Midorima couldn't find anything else to say as he thought that whatever came out from his mouth at the moment would sound ridiculous to his ears. He heard Takao chuckle at his oblivious answer.
"Won't you ask since when?"
"Do you want me to?"
"After seeing you on the court for the first time. During middle school."
"Oh" Midorima mentally slapped himself for repeating the same idiotic response over and over again. Takao chuckled once again, the movement tickling Midorima's torso.
"I was neutral at first, I mean you were practically forming a "rainbow" out there". He ignored Midorima's groan in annoyance as he continued. "But after the game started..Damn. I thought you were the most amazing one, with those ridiculous shoots of yours. I just couldn't keep my eyes away from the ball going higher and higher..Until it went in. Then a teammate shook me, telling me to get a grip. Then I looked at the source of that shoot. There stood a guy with glasses, sporting a hair in such a green color that I couldn't stop staring at you for a couple of seconds. Then I decided. Green.Your green, to be my favorite color".