Generation of One-Shots [discontinued]

Reconciling [Midorima Shintarō] -requested-

Reconciling [Midorima Shintarō] -requested-

Midorima x Reader

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     Being a doctor ain't easy; always running around the halls to tend to patients, always on duty, always staying up late due to several emergencies. Midorima could bear enough, but he had reached his limit after two and a half weeks of no sleep. He only had approximately five one hour naps per week, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough to fully rejuvenate his energy.

     It was five thirty in the morning when he had come home from another stressful day at the hospital, and he was beyond tired. He set his things on the coffee table in the living room, then quickly sat on the sofa, only to jump in surprise once he heard a small squeak of shock from a woman, to be specific, his wife, Midorima (F/N).

     Midorima stood up and gazed at you wearily as you rubbed your eyes, trying to comprehend where you were. After ridding of the sleepiness from your eyes, you looked at your megane husband. Once you caught sight of him, you sent him a sleepy grin. "Welcome home, Shintaro-kun."

     He would regularly turn his head to hide his blush at your action, but this time he just grunted and said, "Yeah."

     You got worried. He wasn't really like this, so you decided to question him. "Shintaro-kun, are you all right?"

     No answer. All he did was sit down once you removed your feet from the furniture.

     You bit your lip and fiddled with your thumbs as you knelt beside him on the couch. "Shintaro-kun? Shintaro-kun, look at me." You said as you placed your hands on his cheeks, but he only removed them and sighed in response. "Did you have a bad day at work?"

     He turned to you, then mildly glared into your (e/c) eyes. "What do you think, nanodayo?" He asked rhetorically.

     To you, it seemed a little rude, but he was stressed. Could you blame him? "O–Oh. I would take that as a yes then."

     "Tell me, (F/N)," He suddenly spoke, making you look at him in surprise. "what is my job again?"

     "A doctor."

     "And what do doctors do?"

     "They help and heal people."

     "And do you know how much pressure is set upon us? It's complex, laborious, strenuous. So please, stop being so damn annoying for once." He said rather coldly as he leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes.

     Some tears blurred your vision once you heard that he called you annoying. Is that what he really thought of you; an annoyance? You were just worried about him. "Sh–Shintaro—"

     "I said stop being so annoying, damn it!" He exclaimed.

     You were suddenly fueled with anger. Every night, you've been doing nothing but worry over him, caring for him, waiting for him, and this is what you get? Being called a bother? You've been treating him so nicely and he returns it with a shit treatment? Unacceptable. "'Stop being annoying', you say?" You echoed his words. "How dare you, saying that to me when all I've been doing is waiting for you to come home!" You yelled, standing up from the couch to glare down at him.