-αѕѕιᴅυιту- [Midorima x Reader] {Kuroko no Basket}

♧Confession Four♧

A pair of tickets slides into Midorima's vision. He glances up to see you standing beside his desk and beaming with pride. "What is this?"

"I want you to see my competition, senpai."

It's a daring request, but he can sense how you're trying your best to keep a strong front. Thankfully, it's far too early in the morning for anyone to occupy the classroom and witness your demand; he's less flustered about the implications, a minimal speck of embarrassment dusting his cheeks.

He takes the ticket, analyzing the contents of it. "Hmm, I have practice that day."

You drop the brave facade, and it's replaced by absolute disappointment. "Oh... I understand--"

"I can go once I'm finished," he interrupts before you fall into the pits of despair.

"Really?!"

"I said I would, didn't I?"

Your body visibly shakes with excitement. "I promise to make it to the finals so you can see me. I'll win if you're there, senpai!"

Midorima blushes, "You're so nauseating..."

You don't mind his empty insult and giggle in response, "Heehee!"

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"I'm kinda surprised you're in that much of hurry to see her competition," Takao hums with amusement. Despite Midorima's incessant refusal of his presence, the raven-haired boy decided to tag along and see what's kept his friend on edge all day. He knew it had something to do with you, and upon seeing his surroundings, he wasn't the least bit surprised how love changed the stick-up-his-ass Midorima Shintaro.

"I-I made a promise to her, nanodayo," he weakly defends himself, refusing to make contact as he reads the updated block schedule. "...She's in the east wing." He abruptly turns on his heel and rushes towards the location.

Takao only smirks at his reaction while following him to wherever you resided. When they arrive, both scan the area for you. It doesn't take much to find you, seeing as how there are only a few of you left in the competition.

But when Midorima's eyes zero in on you, his heart stutters then skips a beat-- it's a clear sign of defiance. His eyes are next to betray him as they situate their gaze on you, taking in your unique beauty.

You don't notice his stare as you're in the zone, similar to that of the zone in basketball. You're here to win, something that Midorima finds respectable and that shouldn't be bothered. Though his counterpart thought differently.

"WOOHOO! [NAME]!" Takao shouts as he waves his arm around.

He captures the attention of the entire room, including you, who had to unfocus to give him your attention. But it's well worth it as you flash them a large grin and wave your bow at them.

There's unbridled, raw joy in your optics. What's more, there's even a hint of adoration in them, and it's all directed towards him. His heart resumes its tremors, causing heat to rise up to his cheeks.

An announcer calls your name, and you're pulled back to the competition. With a small nod, you waltz over to the shooting range where you ready your bow. Before you begin though, you take one last look at Midorima.

"Senpai! This is for you!" you yell from across the room. Again, the spectators' gazes land on the two of them but are quick to return on you due to your sparkling talent.

And it all happens in quick succession. With the elegance and power of that of a ruling queen, you hit every target right in the center. There are low murmurs of awe, but they're ignored as you continue to sweep through the final round with certainty.

By the end, there's no competition whatsoever as not one arrow possessed the same accuracy of yours. In only a matter of minutes, your competition becomes desolated, and you've never looked more attractive.

"Shiiin-chaaan," Takao whispers in his ear, "if you keep denying that she's your girlfriend, someone is gonna snatch her up."

There's a reserved anger welling up inside of him. He isn't sure the basis of this anger, but he doesn't like that sound of it. "Like who, nanodayo?"

"...Me."

Silence consumes the area for a brief moment as Midorima returns his focus on you. It isn't until someone announces the competition's results does he realize the severity of the situation.

'And the winner is [Name]!'