Fainting in Love (Lemon)

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You were walking home with Midorima, since you both lived in the same direction. You had been stressing out a lot from schoolwork and club activities, but you knew Midorima since middle school, he'd listen to your problems – well it wasn't really listening, he'd just sigh, push up his glasses and look so disinterested, but he allowed you to vent to him.

You were nearly at the turning that you'd part from Midorima, but suddenly your face felt warm up and your vision begun to blur. Expecting you to say goodbye, Midorima turned to you and the last thing you remember was the green haired man widening his eyes as he dived for you before you hit the floor and was devoured by darkness.

Your thoughts started to come back all confused, slowly awaking your mind. You felt bad that you must have disrupted Midorima's day; although you couldn't have predicted that you'd faint when you were walking home with him. You awoke in an unfamiliar room, laying in a comfortable bed.

The first thing you noted was the smell of the bed; the duvet, the pillows, the sheets – you recognised it. It was the scent of Midorima's cologne. Once you realised this, you shot up in the bed, still feeling lightheaded. You groaned as you lifted your hand to massage your head. The side of the double bed you were lying on was trapped against the wall. Thinking about it, you never once saw Midorima in any romantic company, so you assumed that's why his bed placement was how it was.

Although you had known Midorima since middle school, you never really discovered many of his likes; he was a difficult man to read. You knew he was obsessed with his Oha Asa horoscopes and that he believed in certain superstitions such as black cats; also, how he would bandage his left hand and file his nails, so they wouldn't disrupt his 3-point shots.

You managed to push yourself up and out of his bed. Looking around his room you notice one corner looking like his "study" corner with a laptop on the corner desk with a chair neatly pushed underneath, while leaving space to the side of it for his schoolwork. There's a bookcase next to the desk with all his textbooks on there. Looking at the bottom shelf and the shelves around his room, you noted that there were packed with his previous lucky items – possibly on the off chance they would return as his lucky item. There was a shogi board on the bedside table under his bedside lamp – you remember walking into your homeroom classroom at middle school collecting something you had forgotten, where you'd usually stumble upon Midorima and Akashi playing, though you never saw Midorima ever beat Akashi at shogi.

While you were reminiscing about the past, the light headiness hit you again as your legs gave out and you fell to the floor with a loud thud. The door opened and in walked the tall green haired man. He looked around before noting you were now slumped on the floor.

"Y/N!" He yelled in concern as he swooped you up into his arms bridal style. He placed you back on his bed as he sighed looking down at you while adjusting his glasses. "What were you doing getting up that quickly after fainting, nanodayo?"

You never really noticed how concerned he was for your wellbeing. You managed to fight the dizziness and looked up at him. "S... Sorry..." you softly responded.

He sighed again, "You can sometimes be an idiot." He sat down on the edge of the bed beside you and decided to take the opportunity to gloat to you. "I warned you that Libra's were at the bottom of the luck horoscopes for today."

You groaned at his remark, never liking to admit that his horoscopes were sometimes correct.

"Can I get you anything? Anything to drink or eat or to ease the pain?" He asked as he looked away, in his natural state of being helpful but not wanting to admit that he's helping.

"Err..." you were trying to think of something you needed but stunned by the factor that he offered. You felt bad enough that he had clearly carried you to his house and gave up his bed for you.

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