A/N: Wow, okay, this took longer than I thought it would. Um... oops. Sorry about that. This chapter is about 1.5k words longer, though, so that should help make up for it... (though I'm still really sorry)
Also, I tried really, really hard to keep my angsty-ish headcanons out of this, but I caved. It's not much, and probably won't affect the story. Either way, I'm sorry, aha.
Kise [9:45]: ne ne, midorimacchi! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
Kise [9:45]: i saw oha asa this morning!
Kise [9:46]: have you watched it yet!?
Kise [9:48]: doesn't matter! (｀_´)ゞi've decided to be your lucky item today!
Kise [9:48]: (^o^)
Kise [9:48]: i'm all yours 〜（ゝ。∂）
Midorima's head blanks as he reads the last message. He didn't want to see Kise, let alone spend the day with him. And even if he did, Takao had already demanded they "hang out" today. He couldn't deal with the two annoying idiots at the same time.
Midorima [9:56]: I have plans today.
Kise [9:58]: i'm already at your house (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
What. As he stares down at his phone, he hears the doorbell ring. A sinking feeling settles in his stomach. "Damn Gemini," he mutters under his breath. He rushes downstairs, needing to get to the door before any of his family members did. He wasn't willing to let the idiot blond be intercepted. Luck seems to be on his side as he doesn't even run into anyone on his way to the entryway. He takes a moment to compose himself before opening the door. Just as he suspected, Kise's standing there with that stupid cheeky grin of his. Midorima scowls.
"Why are you here?"
"I told you," Kise answers, "I'm posing as your lucky item for today!" He flashes the shooting guard a thumbs up as Midorima gives him a deadpan look. Kise ignores this, continuing with a melodramatic sway as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead, "Cancers are ranked too low for me to simply ignore your obvious pleas for my presence!"
"I never asked you to come," Midorima points out.
"I could sense your need." Kise says, waving him off. He's still got that dumb grin on his face. Midorima wants to smack it off. But the other is already moving on. "Anyway! Are you ready to go?"
The shooting guard's frown deepens. "Go where?"
"Go meet up with Takao, of course!" Kise says. "You two have plans, right? I'm sure Takao won't mind if I tag along~,"
This remark causes surprise to flash over the Shutoku student's face. "How did you know I was meeting with Takao?" He had said he had plans, but he hadn't given the other any details.
Again, Kise waves off his concern. "Midorimacchi is just that predictable." He teases.
Midorima releases a resigned breath, knowing Kise won't back down from this stupid idea. In spite of that, he shakes his head. "I haven't watched Oha Asa yet."
Kaijou's ace nods. "That's okay—you can listen to it on the way. I've got the podcast on my phone." With practiced finesse, he pulls said device out of his pocket in one fluid motion. The green haired teen opens his mouth to protest—anything to stall this incoming train wreck—but Kise's already grabbed his wrist and tugged him away.
Kise only lets him go when they step out onto the street, and Midorima hastily checks his own phone. If the blond wasn't going to give in, maybe he could still cancel with his teammate. He could make up an excuse, tell Takao he'd been caught up in other business. The shooting guard was not going to deal with the two of them on his own (besides, getting Takao involved right now would be dangerous). So he sends a quick text message to the other, explaining he was unable to meet with him.
When he looks up, he sees Kise watching him with keen eyes. "Am I interrupting something?"
"No," Midorima denies, "Takao can't meet with us, that's all." The other doesn't look convinced, but the smile is quick to return to his features and he leads Midorima down the street.
"That's too bad," he says, "I guess that just means I've got Midorimacchi to myself!" The green haired teen averts his gaze, adjusting his glasses. "Let's go to the mall—I wanna get some new basketball shoes."
It's a short walk to the bus stop, which is fortunate considering Kise won't let him listen to Oha Asa until they're seated on the bus. Midorima leans towards the window as Kise sits beside him. The blond hands Midorima an earbud after he's situated himself. "You'll have to lean in a little closer if we're going to share," Kise states, pushing the other earbud into his own ear. Midorima wordlessly complies, moving away from the window and gingerly places the earbud he was given into his ear. He'd really rather not share someone else's earbuds, but it wasn't like he had a choice. The thought leaves his mind as Kise starts up the podcast and skips right to the part concerning Cancer's lucky items.
"—ncer's lucky number is seven, and your lucky item for today is an old friend—preferably of the Gemini sign."
Midorima flicks Kise's forehead, and the blond makes an indignant noise of surprise. "You're not an old friend, idiot."
"But I'm not a new friend," he counters with a pout. "I'm sure it still counts."
"For love advice, Cancer should try and get to know that special person. You may have thought about abandoning the whole idea of ever entering a relationship, as they are adored by so many others. But today your determination is renewed. You are going to find out what makes them tick, and will not give up until you have solved this enigmatic mystery."
The shooting guard is taken by surprise; that was more on-point than usual. He never thought much over the 'love advice,' but maybe it was onto something today.
"So," Kise says, interrupting his train of thought. "How's this 'lucky item' thing gonna work? Will we have to hold hands or something?" His grin is teasing, though Midorima swallows nervously.
"Yes, actually." The words feel awkward as they leave him mouth. It wasn't a lie, per se, but it maybe wasn't the truth either. For a lucky item to have any value, it had to be in one's possession. Considering he couldn't "own" Kise, direct contact was likely the only way he could stand to be an effective lucky "item."
Kise blinks. "Okay," he agrees, taking Midorima's hand in his own. His fingers curl loosely around the other ace's bandaged digits. The blond smiles in slight amusement and settles back in his seat. To hide the heat rushing to his face, Midorima turns his head towards the bus window, though not enough to strain the earbud cord. His heartbeat picks up, and he's not quite sure how he's going to compose himself enough before they reach their stop; maybe this was a bad idea.
They're quiet for the rest of the short bus ride, simply listening to the podcast. Kise is back to his chatty self as he pockets his phone and the two of them get off at their stop. They're still holding hands as they walk towards the mall, and Midorima swears everyone is staring. And why wouldn't they? Kise is a model; what if someone recognized him? This is the kind of stuff scandals are made of, right? God, Midorima doesn't think he can take that kind of embarrassment. But even when he starts to pull his hand away, Kise's grip tightens. He's not talking, but he smiles slyly up at the other ace.
"This was your idea," he teases, "You can't back out now." Midorima lets out a slow breath, keeping his gaze ahead. He feels the blond's grip loosen. "Hey, I was just joking. We really don't have to—,"
"It's fine," The green haired teen interrupts. To accentuate his point, he shifts their hands so their fingers interlock. Kise blinks, surprised, but doesn't protest.
Instead, he asks, "So is this why you canceled with Takao?"
Was he really that transparent? "No," Midorima replies, "I can't deal with both of you idiots at the same time, and you were being stubborn."
"Mean, Midorimacchi," Kise pouts, "What if I wanted to catch up with him as well?"
"Then don't just show up at my house with no warning."
"I texted you."
"Yes, when you were already there."
"Because Midorimacchi would have said no,"
"It's not my job to humor you."
"Oh, so you're just playing babysitter, is that it?" He says with mock hurt, a slight, teasing grin playing at his lips. "Good to know that's all I am to you."
Midorima rolls his eyes, quickening his stride and dragging Kise along. "Idiot," he mutters. If only you knew.
The mall isn't too busy, as it's still early for a weekend. The usual crowd is present: groups of friends loitering about, couples milling around, women with small children taking the opportunity to get out of the house, et cetera. It's loud and obnoxious, but Kise still pulls him into the fray of it all. As expected, they don't keep up with the hand-holding thing once they start walking around the mall, but Kise remains an almost constant presence at his side, pressing close against him more often than not. The green haired teen's questioning glances had been met with coy looks, clearly saying, 'This was your idea, remember?' and, honestly, he can't refute the accusation.
"Is there anywhere you want to check out, or am I in charge of today's itinerary?" The blond asks teasingly.
"I don't care," is all Midorima bothers to reply with, preoccupied with not running into anyone as he's more-or-less haphazardly dragged along. Seeing this, Kise slows his pace—but not by much.
The thing about shopping with Kise is, he gets sidetracked—a lot. What Midorima expected to be a quick, three-shops-max stop ends up being more of a three hour trip. Kise drags him into several clothes shops, finding all kinds of things for the both of them to try on.
"No way," Midorima had said when the first outfit was thrust into his hands. "I'm not here to try on clothes."
But the blond was too damn persuasive for his own good, and Midorima had ended up in the clothes soon enough. The ensuing excited praises did not help his rising embarrassment. "But it looks so good on you!" Kise had insisted when he'd complained the pants were too tight. "They're the style now, anyways." And with that, he promptly shoved another pile of clothes into his arms and sent him off with a smile.
It's been three hours, and they haven't even seen a sports shop. Midorima stands outside the dressing rooms in yet another store, waiting for Kise to finish. He's got bags hanging off his arms from most of the stores they'd been to, a very select few for himself while the others were all Kise's. Really, how much clothes does he even need? The green haired teen scoffs to himself. To be honest, he's a little incensed over the whole thing. He wasn't a pushover by any means, and yet here he is letting Kise push and pull him around to his heart's content. Hell, the only reason he bothered buying anything was because Kise had insisted. Why am I trying so hard to humor him?
(In the back of his head he knows why, but he's extremely unwilling to admit it to himself. Crush or not, Kise shouldn't be allowed to have him wrapped around his finger like this.)
It fortunately doesn't take long for the blond to return. "Hey, why don't we get something to eat?" Kise suggests as he approaches the shooting guard. He's empty handed, which is likely a good sign.
"There's a café a few shops down," Midorima agrees. He's not really hungry, but he could use a break from clothes stores.
"Hm," the small forward purses his lips, "I was thinking we could just hit a food stand somewhere," He's peering up at Midorima through his lashes again with an expression irritatingly close to a pout, and Midorima resists the urge to sigh. Idly he wonders if the blond does this on purpose, or if it's just second nature to him. Strangely, thoughts of the latter irks him.
"That's fine," he says with a sort of resigned tone he only reserves for his current companion. Kise flashes a grateful smile as he backtracks to the food stand they'd passed earlier. They both settle for a bowel of ramen, and sit beside the fountain. They sit side-by-side on the bench, though Kise leaves plenty of space between them, much more compared to the clinging he'd done earlier. The two teens are quiet for several moments as they eat, and Midorima is glad for the reprieve. He wasn't willing to admit it, but he was getting tired. He had yet to find someone who could effectively wear him out as easily as Kise could.
"Ah, doesn't that woman look like Shiori-sensei?" Kise says suddenly, hand reaching over to grab Midorima's arm. He gestures excitedly to a woman standing outside one of the cafés. She's an older woman, dark hair starting to show signs of greying. He can see a weary expression on her face as she adjusts her shopping bags. She does look surprisingly like one of their middle school teachers. "She was always getting on you about your lucky items." Midorima frowns as he's forced to remember some of his less pleasant middle school memories. Kise moves on just as quickly as he brought up the subject. "And look at that couple over there—don't they remind you of Kurokocchi and Momocchi?" He looks on at the two teenagers standing by a row of vending machines, seeing the boy lovingly cling to the girl while she all but ignores him.
If he's honest, it more of reminds the taller boy of Kuroko and Kise, but he decides not to voice that opinion.
"I guess I should apologize for springing this on you," Kise says, which kind of takes Midorima by surprise. Kise didn't usually apologize for his spontaneous ideas. "But I'm not going to!" That's what I expected… "You need more surprises in your life, you know? Too much routine is boring. Besides, we don't hang out enough anymore. It's been hard, going from seeing you guys every day to barely talking. You could text me back once in a while, ne?" He pouts, poking Midorima's shoulder to accentuate his point.
"I don't—," he cuts himself off as he swallows down the instinctive insult. After all, Kise had a point. Relationships of any kind required effort on each individual's part. "I'm… sorry." he says stiffly. "You're right. I'm… still adjusting as well. It's not easy to fill in the gaps you left in my routine." He tries to fight the urge to fiddle with his glasses, and almost succeeds. Abrupt surprise takes Kise's expression, and Midorima can't help but glance away as he notices the slight blush coloring the blond's face. Why the hell did I say that!?
Kise's smile brightens tenfold, shining with plain happiness. "Midorimacchi is cute when he's embarrassed," he teases.
The shooting guard bristles, "I am not cute," he mutters.
After their quick lunch, Midorima decides he can only deal with one more store. This revelation seems to upset Kise, as he whines in protest. Nevertheless, the green haired teen stands firm with his decision and eventually Kise has no choice but to give in.
"Okay, then we'll stop by the sport shop before going back to your house."
"You aren't staying with me," Midorima says sharply.
Kise shakes his head, "I'm only going to walk you home." Midorima nods slowly, and lets the blond lead him away.
Kaijou's ace drags him into the sport shop, immediately heading towards the shoe displays. The two of them had been here plenty of times; the Generation of Miracles had been known to stop by every so often, and it was Midorima's personal favorite sports shop. It had everything a sports fanatic of any kind could ever think of wanting, and its shoe display was one of the most impressive he'd come across in a store of its size. Sometimes the shop was almost too thorough with its selection.
Strangely, though, Kise stops suddenly just as they near the shoe displays, and quickly detours to another section of the store. Midorima frowns, seeing nothing particularly off-putting. The only people near the shoe displays were a group of high school students looking at cleats. He trails behind the blond, watching as he stops over by the bikes. Kise's posture is oddly rigid as he stands with his back to the taller teen.
"What's wrong?" he asks bluntly.
Lithe shoulders slowly relax as the tension is forced out of them. "Nothing," Kise says, not looking back at the other as he purposefully strides past the bike racks. It's an obvious lie, especially for someone like Kise who specialized in acting.
"You said you wanted to look at shoes," he reminds, feeling persistent. "Why are we over by the bikes?"
"You don't have to be here if you don't want to," Kise snaps suddenly, turning a defensive glare on the other. Golden eyes blink, and the hostility disappears. "S… sorry." He mutters, gaze falling to the side. With a loud sigh, he lets a wry grin take his features. "Those guys over there were on Teikou's soccer team. My senpai before Senpai," he chuckles quietly. "We didn't part on good terms."
Somehow the other is both surprised and nonplussed by the information. On the one hand, it made sense. Kise had been an arrogant prick in middle school— as most of them had been. He wasn't afraid to flaunt his skill and let you know just how much better he was than you. Midorima would be more surprised if Kise hadn't made any enemies with that kind of mentality. Still… the small forward wasn't one to let others get to him so easily. It must have been a painful fallout.
Kise faces him, uncharacteristically quiet as he stares up at the other. Midorima opens his mouth, intending to ask if he was alright, when a sudden weight crashes into his chest and strong binds wrap around his torso like a vice. It takes longer than it should for him to realize he's being hugged—by Kise.
His body goes rigid upon realization. Midorima isn't a touchy-feely kind of guy, obviously, and so most physical contact would have him flustered and uncomfortable, no matter who was initiating it. This, however, was so much worse. The hand holding had been bad, but at least it had been simple and practically meaningless. This was charged with emotion, and he could almost tangibly feel something more (granted they were negative emotions, but emotions nonetheless).
Reflexively, Midorima's arms raise as he moves to push the other away, but he pauses as Kise's impromptu embrace slowly, almost hesitantly, slackens and his body tenses. He expects the blow, braces himself for it. Suddenly pushing him away seems a little… cruel. His hands hover, not knowing where to go. If he wasn't going to shove Kise, what should he do? He could return the hug, but that seemed worse than being hugged. But he can't just do nothing. So slowly—very, very slowly—he lowers his hands to just barely rest on Kise's shoulders.
Nonetheless, Kise backs off with a strangely blank expression. "You won't hate me, right?" he inquires quietly.
"At this point, I don't think I could if I tried." The taller teen replies, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he attempts to fight down his blush. He fails to notice how the blond's answering smile wavers as Kise turns.
"Sorry,"
Midorima glances back over at the other, sighing slightly. "It's fine." He assures.
"You've been saying that a lot today," Kise remarks with a slight, forced laugh. "Has high school made you that much more tolerant?"
Choosing to ignore the question, the shooting guard instead answers with, "Just go grab the shoes you want and we'll go, alright?" Kise nods slowly, walking off back in the direction of the shoes. Midorima doesn't follow him, needing the time to compose himself. His heart's still beating a little too quickly. Honestly, today was a little more than he'd bargained for—though it's always that way with Kise. The model had too much energy; today had been rather relaxed compared to most of their outings, and he was still wore out. Though while clothes shopping was a bit of a chore, Kise made it bearable, at least. But still… it definitely wasn't helping anything. The shooting guard didn't want to get caught up in this mess. But with Kise searching him out specifically today to hang out, it was kind of misleading (in this context, anyway. Kise himself couldn't know what he was doing).
Unless… he did know.
The thought of Kise knowing about their—or even just Midorima's—feelings is more than upsetting. He didn't think Kise was that cruel, but people could always surprise you. What if he was using them, or just placating them? Maybe today's outing was part of a ploy to get Midorima off his back. Kise wasn't book smart, yes, but he could play people like his favorite instrument.
He shoves these thoughts away. There's no way Kise could know. If he did, he wouldn't be able to keep quiet. Besides, the blond wasn't heartless; he couldn't do something like that to someone he considered a friend
The other ace is gone longer than Midorima thinks he should be. It doesn't take that long to retrieve a pair of basketball shoes, right? Kise generally stuck to one brand; he couldn't take that long to find a pair he liked, right? Maybe those guys decided to pick a fight with him. That didn't seem extremely likely. He would've heard something, surely. Still… maybe he should go look—
"Sorry for making you wait!" Kise suddenly jumps into his field of view, waving a shopping bag. Ah, so he'd went to purchase the shoes as well. In that case, he'd been gone for a relatively short time. "Okay! Time to head home!" He grins easily, eyes bright. Seems his little "mission" was enough to get him back to normal. Nonetheless, Midorima takes him by the arm and leads him away from the store in the opposite direction of the mall exit. Kise starts to protest, but cuts himself off at the look Midorima throws him. The shooting guard's intended destination isn't far away, and the model's face brightens when he sees the shop. "Ah, it's my favorite bribe-supply store!"
Midorima blinks. They're standing in front of a candy store.
Seeing his confused expression, Kise smirks. "What, you think I can pull snacks from thin air? I needed something to get Murasakibaracchi to agree to tutor me. He's a surprisingly good teacher."
"You had atrocious grades," Midorima points out flatly. "I had to help tutor you just so you wouldn't fail."
"Ehe," Kise smiles sheepishly, "No one ever said I was a good student."
The green haired teen scoffs good-naturedly, and the two head inside. Midorima hasn't been to the shop since middle school, but it hasn't changed much since then. It's a quaint little shop, serving all kinds of packaged snacks and candies as well as homemade treats. Being here brings back a rush of nostalgia, and the taller ace almost gets caught up in it. Kise's talking a mile a minute, making comments on various things around the shop and never lingering too long on one thing. Midorima can't concentrate on his words (not that he really bothers to try). Instead he focuses simply on the blond's lively expression and actions. Kaijou's ace was never still, not even when asleep (not that Midorima had ever watched him sleep; they'd been forced to sleep side-by-side at one of their training camps. Midorima had woken up with at least one of Kise's limbs sprawled over him). There are people who speak with their hands, but it's more accurate to say Kise speaks with his whole body when he's excited.
"Ne, we should get some taiyaki." Kise suggests, drifting over to the counter to look at the treats on display. He taps his finger on the glass over the fish-shaped pastries. "You like red bean, hm?" His expression is knowing.
Shutoku's ace doesn't say anything, just looks to the girl behind the counter and nods. Golden eyes watch as the other hands over the money for the treats. Green meets yellow, and the blond smiles. "Thanks," he says as the taller hands him one taiyaki. Their hands brush, though neither lingers. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah." And with that, they exit and make for the bus stop.
"That was fun, ne?" Kise grins, taking another bite of his taiyaki. He seems sated, at least, which is a feat in itself. And while he's happy, he looks… run down. Midorima frowns pensively. They didn't do enough running around to wear out someone with Kise's stamina, right? Though the little (IE tiny) emotional breakdown that happened in the sports shop was probably (maybe, possibly) mentally draining, and he supposed Kise did endure the train ride over from Kanagawa earlier. Perhaps that was enough to tire him out like this.
"It wasn't so bad," he answers absently, drawing a slight laugh from the blond. The two of them stay in an amiable silence for the remainder of the short walk, standing close together again. Nothing particularly notable happens until they're seated on the bus. Kise offers up one of his earbuds again, and Midorima accepts it without a word while Kise deftly clasps his hand in his own (because this has apparently become the norm for them). Some pop songs start playing, but it's luckily nothing too annoying too loud or obnoxious. It's actually rather calm and gentle, which is probably part of the reason Kise ends up dozing off with his head resting against Midorima's shoulder. Despite that, the ace doesn't feel flustered concerning the action. Maybe it's because the other is barely awake, or maybe it's because he's finally managed to loosen up. Either way, it almost feels… natural. That thought sets off warning bells in his head, rational thoughts screaming, "Get out before you get attached!" but he already knows it's too late. Idly, his fingers trace over the lines on the blond's hand as he wonders just how impossible it would be to live this moment again and again.
Kise starts awake as the bus brakes at their stop. He blinks blearily, but bounces back soon enough. Midorima catches himself fondly gazing on at the other and quickly busies himself with gathering up their stuff once more. I'm in too deep, he realizes. Somehow he feels both indifferent and disappointed with himself. But one look from Kise is enough to make these thoughts dissipate from his mind.
"C'mon, I'll walk you home." Kise smiles.
"Shouldn't I be the one walking you to the station?" Midorima questions. Granted, he hadn't invited Kise over, but it still seemed like proper etiquette.
"Hm?" His head tilts up to glance up at the shooting guard. "Oh, it's okay. I'm not going home yet. I've gotta pick someone up after this." The excitement returns to his expression as he says this, and a sinking feeling settles in Midorima's stomach. "You've heard about the festival in Tottori tomorrow, right?" Shutoku's ace nods, guessing where this conversation is headed. "Yeah, we're going there. I figured it would be less of a hassle to ride the train together instead of just meeting up there. Oh, speaking of that, guess who else scored a date," When the taller male only gives him a flat look in response, he continues, "Aominecchi's going with Kurokocchi."
This manages to effectively take the shooting guard by surprise, and by the way Kise laughs, it must show. "What do you mean?" There's no way those two are on a date—they weren't like that, were they? And what about everything they'd said and done just the other day?
"Aominecchi told me he's taking Kurokocchi to the festival—it's a date." Kise nods, and though he seems strangely enthusiastic, he also seems… disappointed. "I guess I can't say I didn't see it coming, though."
"What do you mean?"
The blond shrugs. "They've always been closer to each other than the rest of us, right? It makes sense." Midorima continues to stare at him, and he elaborates, "Aominecchi seems like the type of guy to fall for a best friend rather than some cute girl. A close-friendship-turned-romantic-relationship would be more comfortable and less taxing for him. And really, other than Momocchi, Kurokocchi knows him best."
"You've thought a lot about this," Midorima notes, the slight contradiction not slipping past him.
Kise waves it off, "Momocchi likes to talk about this stuff. She's got all of us mostly figured out. And everything she's said sounds pretty reasonable. Like Murasakibaracchi: He'd need someone patient, and maybe a little motherly to keep him in check. Not too motherly though, because that might be a little too smothering." He snorts. "And Kurokocchi—well, I'm sure you can guess what she says about him. What she said about you, though, was probably the most interesting."
"Is that so," Shutoku's ace says carefully. This could likely only go one of two ways, and he's not sure he wants to deal with either route at this point in time.
The copycat continues with that coy smile of his, "She said you take her for an 'opposites attract' kind of guy." He's smirking as he peers up at the other through his dark lashes. Golden eyes glimmer with amusement. "I wonder what kind of person you'll end up with."
The taller male swallows. "And what about you?" he inquires, but his voice isn't quite as confident as he intends.
Kaijou's small forward backs off, "That would be cheating, Midorimacchi." He says in a mock-reprimanding tone. They stop walking, and Midorima realizes they've arrived at his house. "I'll see you soon, ne?"
"I suppose." He answers in an attempt to stay indifferent, and Kise laughs as they say their goodbyes. Midorima watches his retreating back for a moment, mind slightly reeling from their conversation. That had been… odd. Kise was a mystery sometimes, and that conversation only reaffirmed that fact. He words and tone made it seem like he knew, but that couldn't be right. Actually, he made it seem like he was treating this just as Akashi was—like his own game. But again, he wasn't willing to believe that's all this whole thing was.
Either way, he knew one thing for certain. In a moment of undeserved arrogance, he sends a quick text message and goes inside his house. The reply comes faster than he expects, and he can't help but sigh as he reads it over.
Midorima [14:16]: I don't think he's interested in you whatsoever.
Aomine [15:02]: fuck you
A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope it didn't get too awkward; I kinda feel like Midorima would be more internal, as opposed to Aomine who is very external, in terms of narrative. But maybe I went overboard on that, oops.
MidoKise was actually my first KnB ship. I'm biased, though, because I've always paired green and yellow together (if that even makes sense). But then I had AoKise and MidoTaka shoved in my face and I... kind of forgot about it...
In other news, I feel like I should mention that I have a tumblr blog. My url is "pinkinmyimagination", so feel free to pop over and yell at me when next chapter takes two centuries (I'm so sorry). And as always, don't be shy to send me any ideas or things you'd like to see.