Kuroko no Basuke x Reader

Affectionate {Midorima Shintarou}

A/n: Midorima has some nice eyelashes okay.

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"Shintarou!" you sang as you entered his classroom during lunch to eat with him and Takao. You saw the look of dismay on his face as you trotted over to his desk and plopped down in a chair that Takao had pulled over for you.

"How lovely is it that your girlfriend decided to join us for lunch today?" Takao commented with a smirk as he watched you sit down next to your boyfriend. "Aren't you just so happy she's here? Because if you won't appreciate her presence, then I will."

"I don't think that's necessary," Midorima butted in quickly, grabbing your chair and pulling it closer to his own. You blushed slightly at this action and used it as an opportunity to get closer to Midorima.

"So, whatcha got for lunch?" you wondered as you peered over at his food, leaning on his arm slightly. He flicked your forehead as you got closer, making you squeak in surprise and rub your head.

"The usual. There's nothing interesting about that."

"You're so mean to me..." you grumbled and got out your own food before beginning to eat. He scoffed slightly in response as he looked away to hide his blushing.

After having been with Midorima for quite some time, you knew that he wasn't one to show affection. Since PDA got on his nerves so much, you bugged him relentlessly to hug you and kiss you in public, even going so far as stealing a few hugs and kisses for yourself.

People wondered how you—someone who loved showing affection and receiving it—could be with a tsundere like Midorima. You knew that he loved you. He had little, discrete ways of going about letting you know that he thought you didn't notice. You saw through them every time, of course.

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"Shintarou!" you whined as you followed him through the hallways outside the locker rooms in the huge gymnasium that he and the rest of the Shutoku team were playing in for a tournament. He simply ignored you as he walked ahead, adjusting his glasses and continuing to wrap tape around his fingers. "Hey, you need to go back to the locker room and quit moping around!"

"I don't mope around. I mentally prepare," he answered matter-of-factly and with that air of superiority he liked to flaunt.

You waved your hands up in the air before pounding one of them against a clipboard you held. "If I wanted to mentally prepare, then I would take a look at these stats!" you suggested and stopped walking. You noticed him turn and glance at you out of the corner of his eye.

You smirked, knowing that you had his attention and that he wanted something that you had. "Where are they? Let me see," he requested as he reached around you when you moved the clipboard out of his reach playfully. His long arms soon allowed him to grab onto the clipboard, but he didn't have a chance to look at the stats before you suddenly pulled him closer to you.

You grabbed the collar of his jersey and tugged so that his face was level with yours as he stumbled toward you slightly. You then pressed your lips against his, making him place his hand over your face with distaste when he pulled away.

"(F/n)..." he began in a warning tone. Before he could lecture you, you interrupted him by running your hand through his green strands on hair, which made him clear his throat and blush even more than he was already.

"What? You can shoot three pointers from all the way at the other end of the court and show off your precision, yet you don't have enough balls to kiss your girlfriend?" you taunted, your words muffled by his large hand over your mouth.

This comment seemed to be enough to set him off since he then pulled you closer to him and pressed a kiss against your own lips. Your (e/c) eyes widened slightly with surprise, but you soon closed them as the kiss prolonged.

Just when you were starting to enjoy his kisses, a loud voice interrupted you two. "Shintar—OHO WOAH! What is going on?!" Takao's distinct voice caused Midorima to break away from you quickly, making you pout.

Your embarrassed boyfriend turned away from you and Takao, trying to deal with his unbearable blushing and his racing heart. He quickly cleaned off his glasses nervously and slid them back on.

"I have never seen you kiss (f/n)! This is crazy! Is he a good kisser? Would you like to have a free trial of my kisses and see whose you like better?" Takao went on, brushing his black hair out of his eyes and shooting you a devilish smile.

Midorima's face seemed to darken as he watched Takao and taped his fingers, muttering, "Die." You couldn't help but giggle quietly at your boyfriend's seriousness, and your heart fluttered in your chest when he allowed you to plant a kiss on his cheek. After that, he left with Takao to go back to the locker room.

"Don't worry, Shintarou, we can continue after you win this game!" you commented mischievously.

His face turned as pink as a peach, but he didn't deny you.