["I want to hear you sing."]
". . . You what?"
"I want to hear you sing, Shin-chan."
[Writer's notes]:
I do not own Kuroko no Basket (obviously) and this is just what I felt like writing. The only thing that belongs to me is the writing.
Also, in this prompt. Shintarou and Kazunari live together, and are in a relationship.
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Sure, he was good at basketball. Not just him though, they both were. Shintarou Midorima, one of the Generation of Miracles. Did not just have his way with basketball, but he does indeed know how to play an instrument. Said instrument, being the piano. Oh, the way his fingers pressed every key. So delicately. . . Graceful. Those hands were not just for basketball.
❝Takao.❞
A short wait, no response.
❝Takao.❞
It was said more firmly.
❝Oh- Yes! I mean, yes? Shin-chan?❞
❝Tch. You've been dozing off for more than a good ten minutes. What the hell were you thinking about?❞
❝Oh that! Nothing really. . . Just over thinking I guess?❞
Takao chuckled and walked over to Midorima. Whom had been playing his piano this entire time. That is, until he had caught Takao staring at him. That was when that soothing melody had been cut off and been replaced with an irritated Shintarou. Midorima simply looked at Takao for a mere second before turning his attention back to the piano keys. Just as he was about to play again, Takao spoke.
❝Shin-chan.❞
❝What is it, Takao?❞
❝I want to hear you sing.❞
❝. . .You what?❞
❝I want to hear you sing, Shin-chan.❞
Midorima looked at Takao as if he was entirely out of his mind, as if he would sing in front of the fool. . .
❝I will not sing, I cannot sing.❞
Takao is no fool, far from it when it came to reading Shintarou's behavior. Yet, he would be patient. Knowing absolutely well it would be worth it. Midorima sighed, and continued to play. The melody delicate, and soft.
An hour. It had been an hour since Takao had asked. Eventually Midorima did stop playing, and left to take a seat in the living room. In which Takao followed, he wasn't going to give up. Not until he could hear Midorima sing. Why was this such a big deal? . . .
It was late, at least in Shintarou's perspective.
[10:00pm] read the clock.
Takao sighed, and laid against Midorima's side. Yet the other remained quiet. Perhaps, he had been too harsh. He wanted to apologize.
❝Takao. . .❞ his tone was soft, genuinely sincere.
Moments passed, but the other's name is all he managed to say. Before he knew it, Takao had fallen into slumber.
Shintarou sighed, feeling defeated. He was still unable to apologize.
Perhaps, no . . . Yes.
❝I owe it to you, after all.❞
With Takao asleep, all would be fine. As long as he managed to do it in his presence.
A few moments passed, and he began.
He sang, For a good while. As he did so he gazed at the one by his side. The one that had always been there. The words Shintarou sang were only sweet nothings.
Yet they were everything to Takao. For he had woken up midway through the other's moment of spoken melody. There he laid, silently. Listening to the deep, mellow voice. The voice he adores. Careful to not give himself away, he did his best to remain still and quiet never wanting this to end. Yet it had to. After a while, it ceased. He felt the other's weight against him. He had fallen asleep. That was when Takao smiled. He couldn't help it.
Moments passed and Takao managed to get off the couch without waking the other up. Getting a blanket and placing it over Shintarou.
After that, a swift kiss on the cheek.
❝Thank you, Shin-chan.❞
I got to hear you sing.
