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

♧Confession Ten♧

Low murmurs reverberate throughout the lecture hall; it's a mixture of nerves and excitement. The first day of medical school has commenced, and he's ready. Midorima Shintarou is always ready.

Setting down his laptop onto the table's wooden surface, he boots it up. He doesn't reward anyone his attention even those who sit by him. Instead, he delves into the online version of the class syllabus and plans his schedule. Before the class begins, his phone begins to drum a familiar tone, and he tries his best to ignore it. However, it continues to annoy him with incessant alerts, courtesy of the group chat that he's begrudgingly in.

Although his annoyance with his middle school teammates has never ceased to exist, he's finally succumbed to regarding them as friends. The past few years have changed the 3-point god into a much more refined version of himself. He wasn't as quick to anger, his outbursts becoming less frequent and more tamed. He doesn't reject his ties to others, recognizing true friendship wherever it may be. He's realized that people come and go, but only good friends are there forever...

But still, the group chat was annoying as hell.

He glances at his phone to put it on mute but spots a certain picture on his screen. It's a selfie of Kuroko and his girlfriend with peace signs, accompanied by a statement that has him in quite a shock. 'Tetsu proposed!'

Midorima tries to hold back certain emotions but they are too strong and betray him. Thoughts of his past relationship with you cloud his mind and wrack him with pain. It hurts, it still suffocates him when he least expects it.

That could have been them. He could have made you happy. You would have had everything from him.

But you left, taking a huge chunk of his heart.

[----]

Class ends with little noise. People are forming study groups, while others bolt out the room for their next class. Midorima just stares at his screen just as he has for the past hour. His shock over his friend's engagement sparked too much emotion, and the burdens of his heartbreak plagued his ability to perform his student duties.

However, when he hears the next class attempting to occupy the room, he abruptly stands and collects his belongings. As fate would have it, a lone pencil stands in his path; he doesn't notice and steps on it in a precise manner that has him rolling backwards and falling to the floor.

Strong arms wrap around him, holding him in a secure fashion. He's close to the floor but also close to the person's chest--to which he realizes that it's a female. There's a sense of familiarity to the situation and he can't help but glance up at the person.

Your terrified gaze comes into view, and he's quickly dropped onto the floor, the pencil somehow flipping over and the charcoal point getting crushed by his muscled glutes.

"ARGH!"

"M-M-M-MIDORIMA-SENPAI?!"

"...I need to call you back. Someone got stabbed in the butt by a pencil," the incoming professor gasps.

[----]

He didn't know what to do. Staring at the face of the perpetrator of his punctured left butt cheek, he sits in agony and frustration. Why were you here? How did that pencil defy the laws of physic--

"Midorima-senpai," you speak up timidly, "I... I am so sorry."

"Hn."

"I shouldn't have dropped you. There was so much going on in my head, and all the strength left my body-- And I have A LOT of strength, you know that."