First Miracles [Kuroko no Basuke FanFic]

Midorima Shintarou 01

Midorima Shintarou 01

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What's your type of girl?

Midorima: Older (nanodayo).

[based on Kuroko no Basuke Character's Bible]

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Midorima Shintarou was 11 when he first saw her. Or more precisely, when he first fell ON her.

He was in the park, swinging alone in the swings with a book in hand. He adjusted his glasses, squinting to reread the passage again in hopes of understanding it, but failing. The medical terms were all too complex to understand.

His father had given him the book for his last birthday, telling him that he'll find it interesting in the future. But how can he find it interesting when even until now he doesn't like it?

At the corner of his eyes, he sees the silhouette of somebody round the corner. Then followed by more.

He sighed.

Why can't they just stop bothering him? Just because he doesn't tell them to his parents doesn't mean that they can do what they want already.

Besides, he hasn't done anything wrong to them, has he?

"Oi, Shintarou!" A hand quickly shot up and grabbed the book from his hands, raising it above his head, "Readin' again?"

"It's better than getting into trouble like you," He retorted, standing up from the swing and facing the group of kids.

They've been bullying him since he became rank one in the class. Midorima remembers a friend saying that when you're on top, nobody goes against you or pesters you. But why is it like this for him?

"Acting tough? Where's your army?" The leader snickered, keeping the book behind his back, "Books won't help ya!"

Midorima wanted to agree with those words but he couldn't. He shouldn't. He'll remain as studious as he is.

"Give me back my book," He chose to say instead, green eyes glaring through his glasses, a hand already extended towards them.

Of course, he didn't expect them to give it back easily, but what they did was far from what he had thought. With a swift motion, he saw the book fly overhead, past him, and he turned to follow the motion.

The book lands in the branches of a tree, half open, and stuck. Midorima turns to yell, but the kids were already scattering away, sticking their tongue out at him.

He grits his teeth, fists clenched, and then stomps over to the impossibly huge tree. He has never engaged in physical activities before, but maybe just for today he can make an exception.

He slowly placed a hand on the tree, one foot up on the bark, then he pushes himself up. He carefully grabs a nearby branch, cautiously, and then climbs up again. He was sure he was making steady progress, and that the ground was some feet away from him, but then, his other foot slipped and his hand didn't manage to hold onto the branches in time.

Midorima clenched his eyes shut, hoping that the fall wasn't going to be hard (he never fell before, both metaphorically and litterally), but instead, he lands on two arms.

"Wew, that was close," Came a girl's voice, and he dares open his eyes to find purple ones staring back at him.

Midorima pushes himself away, landing on the ground and readjusting his glasses to hide his blush, "I didn't ask for help!"

"Well, I didn't offer did I? I was just passing by and saw the trouble you got yourself into with those kids," She chimes back and peeks at him.

"I did not get in trouble!" He retorts.

"Sure you did," She smiles and then looks up, "Anyways, want me to get that book for you?"

"W-wha-? No, I can-" But before he could continue, the girl already leapt up on the tree trunk and started climbing up, swiftly and quickly.

He stares at her back for a while, slightly in awe, before instincts kick in and he catches the oncoming book. He gets it successfully and the girl lands infront of him.

"Well, what will you say?" She asks, smirk in place.

Midorima huffs and grasps the book tighter, "I could've done it myself!"

"You're welcome!"

That's when Midorima finally notices the girl's appearance. She had shoulder-length orange hair and bright purple eyes. She was wearing a yellow T-shirt with floral patterns and a knee-high denim shorts with rubber shoes. She was taller than him too, probably older, and her smile was unwavering.

Then she takes a peek at the title of the book, "'Medical Reference'? Woah, that's pretty advance..."

He didn't know why, but he replied, "It's from my dad,"

"You're dad's a doctor?" She steps closer, inspecting the book on his arms.

"Y-yeah..." He looked down at the book.

"Oh, cool..." Her voice seemed to lower an octave for a second and Midorima looks up to see what was wrong.

A frown was on her face for a second before she smiled again. She reaches out and ruffles his hair, making him stagger a step back with a small blush, "Well, gotta go Midori-kun!" She says in a sing-song voice.

He flinches at the name, "H-how'd you know my name?!"

"E-eh? Really? That's your name? I was just making reference on your hair color," She tilts her head to the side and Midorima blushes even more.

"It's Midorima Shintarou!"

She gives another smile, this time gentler, "I'm Hanami, nice to meet you Shinta-kun,"

He stares at her for a while and looks away. Seeing no signs of welcome from the green-haired boy, she grins and waves.

"Anyways, gotta go!" Hanami chimes and leaves.

Midorima stands there, watching her back again, before he turns and readjusts his glasses. He takes a look at the book and a sub-conscious smile forms on his face.

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TBC