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

♧Confession Eight♧

"Seasons change, though Shin-chan's love for [Name] is everlasting~"

WHACK

Midorima lands a solid punch on Takao's arm, silencing the boy's sudden unleash of his inner poet. Although his relationship with you had already become last year's news, the teasing hasn't ceased... In fact, it has worsened with time.

"Your six months are coming up. Are you taking her somewhere fancy?" Takao nudges, his eyebrows waggling in a suggestive manner.

"Leave it to you to count how long I've been together with her," Midorima spits out, consciously ignoring the question.

"Come on, I've been rooting for you guys since day one! And now it's finally the day you guys take it to the next level," he laughs. He scoots closer to the shooter, eyes narrowed to express his change of tone. "It's time... to get laid."

Midorima drops the book in his hands, and Takao could have sworn he saw a bespectacled spirit ooze out of the boy's mouth. When a minute passes of pure silence, he finally realizes that he might have taken his joke a bit too far.

"How about a simple kiss?" he suggests with a smile, returning to his easygoing persona.

It gives Midorima the chance to recover from his impure shock. He adjusts his frames and casts his gaze away from Takao. "That's reserved for marriage."

"SHIN-CHAN!!! COME ON!" Takao shook his friend, desperation seeping from his tone. "A kiss is like the most specialist thing you can do with her! It means you love her lots!"

"TAKAO--" he shouts before getting whacked on the head by the teacher.

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"I'm really surprised we went here unsupervised," you speak up as you rest your fork against the empty plate of dessert. In a matter of seconds, it's quickly picked up by the waiter and whisked away along with Midorima's.

Now what stands between the two of you is the candlelight and a bowl of roses. It's romantic and as cliche as it gets, but neither of you cares and are swept up in the moment.

Midorima clears his throat, fixing up his already tightened tie. "My parents decided that they can allow this special moment to be unsupervised."

"That's generous of them," you send him a shy smile. "I'll admit, I'm kind of nervous being alone like this."

His eyes widen by a slight fraction, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"O-OH NO!" You wave your hands around in a panicked state. "I can never be uncomfortable around you!"

Your exclamation attracts the attention of the restaurant's patrons, but one in particular notices you two and saunters over with practiced grace. "Is that you, Shintarou?"

The both of you turn your heads to the side and see a boy around the same age with alluring crimson eyes and hair that matches in color. Midorima seems to recognize him as his body stiffens. "Akashi."

You recalled the name from the stories Kise spoke of whenever he visited your school; Akashi, the leader of these formidable basketball gods, a force to be reckoned with. What interested you the most was that this was one of Midorima's closest friends, which meant that you need to make a good impression.

Before you can say a word, Akashi's gaze slides over to you. "And this must be [Name], the girl I've heard of so much about."

"From who?" Midorima's voice possesses a hint of annoyance, yet it is reserved to a respectable level.

"I keep in touch with the others," Akashi smoothly supplies, a smile gracing his thin lips.

You take the opportunity to stand up and offer him a slight bow. "I'm [Name], a first year and marriage candidate of Midorima-senpai. It is an honor to finally meet you, Akashi-san."

Akashi's mouth faintly opens at the display of your manners. "It is an honor to meet you as well."

You return to your seat and glance around, wondering what to do next. Glancing at Midorima, he too is debating his next move. "Are you here with your father?"

"A marriage candidate... Though it is only for show."

"Shouldn't you return to her?" Midorima asks without reservation.

"I will, but she doesn't seem interested in continuing this ploy."

"I see."

"She's from the Tanaba group," Akashi states in a matter of fact tone, earning Midorima's wide stare. "It would benefit you to introduce yourself to her and acquire a contact for your father."

Midorima sends you a questioning look and you nod. You were more than capable of waiting for him at the table along with Akashi... You glance up at said man and notice his sharp gaze on you.

Your head snaps back to Midorima but he's already gone to introduce himself. You swallow thickly and return to Akashi, who had already seated himself at your table.

When he looks at you, your heart jumps in fear. It feels as if he's gazing into your being, into your soul, your essence. It's an overwhelming experience that strips you of your guard.

"You're hiding something, aren't you?" Akashi states, low enough to keep from prying ears.

Your heart is drumming to an erratic beat, "W-What?"

"Shintarou is a good friend of mine. I hope you can understand my rudeness when I say this... If you have any other motives, now is the time for you to speak up." His voice is unwavering and his eyes are staunch with power.

However, you only have one answer for the boy. "I love him... I-- That's my only motive."

There's a crack in your voice that pleads for him to stop, and he does so in a cold fashion, "I see." He stands and swiftly departs from your table, crossing paths with Midorima and saying his goodbyes.

"[Name]?" Midorima calls out

Your head throbs with guilt from the encounter. You just didn't have the heart to tell him. You didn't have the heart to accept the truth.

"I-I'm sorry, I think I ate too much..."

Midorima sighs with relief, "I see. Let's resolve that quickly then, okay?"

"Okay."

If only he knew your real motives.