#midorima fluff

Definitely the type to check his and your horoscope compatibility. If there’s anything to compare, he will. Blood type? Done. Whole astrology chart? Done. Life path number? Done. He doesn’t necessarily follow it to a T, meaning that he might consults the results, but ultimately he will make the choice by what feels right. But the results will heavily taken into consideration.

On the note of astrology/divination, if his s/o doesn’t believe in it, that’s fine. I think he could get past it. But if his s/o is purposely rude about it, he won’t be able to be around you, much less date you. To have a partner who bluntly hates it or pulls the “science card” out 24/7 will be such a turn off for him.

He would pay attention to the little things. Your little habits. The brand of tea you prefer, the type of fabric material you prefer for your clothing. In case you have a period, he would be able to tell if your period is around the corner by picking up your body language— just like he can pick up if you’re sad or happy.

Now, does that mean he would be the best at comforting? Not necessarily. Emotionally wise, words wise, he is a bit stiff. He would assess the situation, create a A to Z plan in his head but ultimately he would end up just sitting close to you, maybe give some light caresses on your back. Silently singling you “I’m here, talk to me if you want. I’m listening.”

He might not be a great talker, but *he cares*. And he tries to show that by actions and gestures mostly. And quality time too for sure.

His type is older women. I don’t think it’s much about appearance, it’s more about mental attraction. He is undoubtedly one of the most “grown up” character of the show. He acts and talk extremely maturely for someone of his age. However, he still has a lot of growth to do emotionally wise.

An older partner will offer him that stability, mental and emotional stability, he is looking for.

He wants someone independent like he is. Yet someone that’s comfortable enough in their skin to know when it’s time to drop the wall and be close.

If there’s one thing he loves is learning. Not necessarily in the traditional sense, but learning also through actions and experiences in order to level himself up. So, like I said, a partner who’s 1/2 years older already, and has a different perspective on life than him, would be a great match. Someone that’s comfortable enough travel a lot even, maybe even a foreigner I’m thinking (?). Offering him a complete different approach to life.

He is not into PDA, but at home it’s a different story. His love is subtle but loud enough that if anyone is paying attention they will notice. From the stolen glances in public, to his pupils slightly enlarging when he sees you, his cheeks dusting lightly with pink when you caught him staring or you two exchanged a quick peck or cheek kiss before you leave.

Or it’s the way he is so attentive to your needs. It’s the way he knows your favourite colour, your favourite season, food and anything there’s to know. The way he would pay attention when you go on a walk and you stop in front of a window browsing.

The way he sees more relax around you, less stressed in a way, and more in the moment. It’s the way, he subconsciously, reaches out to you interlocking your pinkies together. Or the way his body moves closer when in a crowded room/space.

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They end up five minutes late, which isn’t much, but Akashi is a stickler when it comes to timing.

Only that Akashi isn’t there. No one is.

Well, that’s not entirely true. The café is staffed and a few of the tables are filled, but Shintarou can turn as much as he wants to, his friends are nowhere to be seen.

“Maybe they mixed up the place?” You offer and he pulls out his phone to check.

“Akashi texted me,” he comments, opening the message. “His train is delayed. He won’t make it in time.”

“How late will he be?”

“They’re stuck just short of our stop, he’s trying to get out and find a Taxi. It will surely take him a while, he writes.”

“Oh no, poor Akashi.” You hesitate. “What about the others?”

A server reaches you. “Table for two?”

“Table for eight,” Shintarou corrects him. “We booked it earlier. It’s under Midorima.”

“Right away then.”

-

Momoi and Aomine have forgotten about it, it seems. They’re currently on a training camp in the mountains, but they send their regards. 

Murasakibara has gotten lost, if the app Shintarou uses to track his old friend is correct.

Kuroko answers after the second ring, his words almost incoherent over the gasping.

“Nirou ran away,” they can figure out after a while. “We’re- we’re trying to catch him.”

“And Kise?” You ask, nipping on your coffee cup. “It’s Kise, right?” 

“Correct.” He dials the number. His friend immediately whines into the receiver.

“Help me, Midorimacchi,” Kise begs. “A group of fans is following me and they won’t let me go!”

“Nonsense!” Shintarou thunders. “Tell them to control themselves!”

“I’ve been trying for hours!” Kise claims before hanging up with a murmured “They found me, gotta go.”

Shintarou looks up to find you staring at the pristine white tablecloth.

“Maybe this is a sign,” you insist. “I shouldn’t meet your friends.” You gasp. “Maybe we shouldn’t be together at all.”

“Nonsense,” Shintarou declares. “I love you, no matter what fate has to say.”

You smile through your disappointment and lean in for a chaste kiss on his cheek. “You’re too sweet, Shin-chan.”

Only when you lean back again do they notice a purple-haired giant standing a few feet away, staring at them.

“Am I too late?” Murasakibara asks.

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Midorima has been practicing extra hard the past few days in preparation for his game against Rakuzan. To fit in extra practice he cut out the time you two would usually spend together. You knew just how much he wanted to beat Akashi so instead of being upset you were there supporting him along the way. You were always at his practices cheering him on and making sure he’s taking his break and staying hydrated.

The day before the match, he was extra fired up and has been practicing nonstop and every time you told him to take a break he brushed you off. You can see him pushing his limit and you were scared he may pass it so you called out to him. “Shintaro, you need to take a break, NOW!” He snapped his head towards you, “Stop bothering me already and let me practice in peace.” “Bothering?” Your voice starts rising higher with every word you speak, “I’m simply just worried for your health, it won’t do you any good if you pass out from exhaustion before or during the game so just listen to me and stop being so stubborn!”

“Ha I knew you wouldn’t get it, this game is important to me and the only way to beat Akashi is through rigorous practice, I don’t have time to waste and right now you’re wasting my time.” You couldn’t believe your ears, “Alright, I’ll leave since I’m wasting your precious time.” Before you left you shoved the water bottle and towel in your hand into his chest. “Since you’re already wasting your time on me, you might as well wipe your sweat and drink some water as well.” You went to grab your bag and left, not forgetting to slam the door shut to express your anger.

Takao, who witnessed the whole scene unfold before his eyes carefully approached the green haired male. “Look man, I know you’re stressed over this game but you really should apologize to Y/N. All they have done is be supportive towards you and they were just worried about you. It was real shitty of you to blow up on them like that.” Midorima hated to admit that what the ravenette was saying was true and he quickly scoffed before throwing the basketball he had in his hand at Takao and dashed out of the gym.

You had lots of thoughts going on in your head as you were walking home after that ordeal. You slowly walked as you tried to let the cold evening wind cool your mind down. You were so deep in your thoughts that you weren’t looking at your surroundings. You tripped over a crack on the pavement and that’s when you realized the situation you were in. A car was just an inch away from smashing into the direction you were falling in and you were in a position where you couldn’t do anything. You closed your eyes as you were ready to face your fate.

Really, it was completely out of their hands. After all, they couldn’t even remember the last time they’d gotten a good night’s sleep while cuddling Shintarou. That was partially owed to the fact that he was too much of an early riser to wait up for them in bed, and was almost always found passed out under the covers before the clock struck 10.

The other reason (that also contributed to the former) was that they simply could never fall asleep so easily anymore. No matter how much they tired themself out, how many glasses of warm milk and chamomile tea they had, how many damned sheep they had to count behind closed eyelids, sleep just never came to them. Only when they’d bored themself halfway to death did their body sometimes give up on resisting the urge, and they woke up a disoriented mess a couple of hours later. Needless to say, it was never enough.

Their growing insomnia seemed to drag along with it a whole bunch of other symptoms that made their overall day-to-day life all the more tiring. Constantly feeling weary, they barely trudged through their daily routines and ran on 2-4 hours of sleep a day, if any at all. They couldn’t pull themself to brush their teeth in the morning without a sigh, nor could they shower without feeling their muscles ache from disuse.

And what probably pained them the most? Their tired, tired heart. There was a certain desolation in every chamber; some sort of numbness they just couldn’t fight back. It threatened to choke them every single time they gasped around its cloaked darkness, and struggled to stay afloat under its influence.

God, how they wished that Shintarou was around more often. To their disappointment (that they tried their utmost to shove below the surface), ever since the new college year had started, his time had been split between spending it studying as hard as it took him to maintain his excellent scores, and at strenuous basketball practices—trainings hard enough to have him barely conscious as he walks through the door at night.

It’s not like he was neglectful. If anything, he was just as (to some, surprisingly) wonderful of a boyfriend as he’d always been, but he just seemed far too drained these days to notice much changes in his partner. He’d greet them with an “I’m home,” before helping himself to a belated lunch that they’d prepared for him. He was an awful cook, so he never offered to help out with that, but he did always contribute to the rest of the household chores despite how exhausted he always was.

Really, Shintarou wasn’t just thoughtful in that subconscious way. Though he still struggled with receiving and doling out the affection he felt deep in his heart in direct ways, he made sure to softly kiss them at least once or twice a day, with that subtle quirk of his lips that they happened to love far more than his rather cocky smirk on the court.

As always, he was ever-so-attentive over meals, tired eyes still trained on his sweetheart as he listened to whatever stories they had to tell, pitching in every now and then with his commentary. And when they turned to him with an encouraging sweet smile of their own, he’d be flushing to his ears and haltingly retelling some events of his own, encouraged by the love he knew awaited him.

So really, it wasn’t his fault that they’d suffocated every terrible thought and feeling in front of him, and that they took advantage of his early sleep schedule to hide their insomnia. But they did feel guilty that he had to find out in such an irritating way like this: abruptly woken up by his partner’s phone screen lit up in his face.

Shintarou didn’t bother to wear his glasses, probably knowing that he wouldn’t last long. He never was the type to stay awake during the night, so he simply resigned himself to leaning over, gently taking their phone and setting it on their bedside table. His body was warm against their back, and they couldn’t help but involuntarily lean into him—something he clearly encouraged, as the distance between them became all that much smaller.

Pressed into his chest like that, they could feel something thawing deep inside of them. Something rock-hard melted in the pit of their stomach, and for some reason it felt a little easier to breathe. They couldn’t stop themself from twisting around and facing him, tired eyes meeting his bleary ones.

He cleared his throat twice, before asking, “Can’t sleep?”

After a few seconds of contemplating their options, they decided that there really was no point in hiding it any longer. They nodded. “Yeah. Haven’t been able to sleep since… I think it was the start of the season.”

A crease formed between his eyebrows as he put two and two together. “That’s been more than a month.”

Shrugging, they just opted to wrapping their arms around him and indulging in his warmth. With careful, steady hands, Shintarou began to finger through their hair. It was a little awkward, given how stiff his approach was, but it was endearing nonetheless. If nothing else, they could feel the love at his fingertips.

It was surprisingly soothing, and almost like magic, they could feel the knots in their muscles come undone. “Tell me what you took in class today.”

He gave them a skeptical look. “Are you sure you want to know about something so boring like that?”

“‘S exactly what I need to fall asleep,” they replied, pausing for a second to press a kiss to his sternum above his sweatshirt. “Besides, nothing’s boring when it comes from you. I could honestly listen to you read an IKEA table instruction manual.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” came his muffled reply from above, though they could barely see out of the corner of their eye the faint blue on his cheeks and the half-smile on his face as his hands trailed to their hips. Still, as they knew quite well, he could never refuse any request of theirs.

So, with a resigned sigh and a squeeze to their hips, he pulled them just the tiniest bit closer, close enough so that they could smell his perfume they always said they liked. Already, they could feel their eyelids drooping against their will, driven into a cocoon of comfort and familiar heat that lulled them to an easy sleep in the arms of the man they loved so dearly.

“First class of the day was Chemistry, with an advanced approach to sulfur and its derivatives…”

Shintaro Midorima doesn't act like other boyfriends.

He doesn't giggle at your every joke, he doesn't bother to get on your best friend's good side, he doesn't seek everyone's approval by losing himself in pointless flirting in public.

Sometimes he seems so cold towards you, that your classmates almost take it for granted that your relationship is over.

Yet Shintaro would do anything to know you're happy, no matter how uncomfortable it makes him, or how far he exceeds his tolerance threshold.

That's why he wrote you that note, tucked between the pages of your notebooks, where he gives you a date in an unusual place, the town swimming pool.

"Don't be late darling, mind you!"

You read that postscript with a smile, because you imagine his serious expression as he affixes those austere but tender words on the fine paper card.

Shintaro, who has the most beautiful and greenest eyes you have ever seen, with which he never lets you out of his sight, sends you the first and the last text message of the day. Your Shin-chan, who always happens to have your favourite sweets with him, who always knows when you need a break or an excuse to take a break and get a drink from the faculty vending machines.

Small, discreet, intimate, exclusive gestures. An oasis of peace amidst the noise of loud vocals,  kisses and outings to fashionable clubs shared on social networking sites by every couple in your circle of friends. 

You don't need any of that, you know it right from the first time his long hands stroked down your back to keep you close to him.

His embrace, your favourite place in the whole universe.

His smile, so rare for others but so familiar to you, never missing from his lips when you are together.

That is the first detail you notice as you approach him at the swimming centre.  His hand takes yours and brings it to his lips, a gesture that makes your heart skip a beat each time. 

He touches your face with his hand, bringing you close to repeat the same gesture on your cheek, on your temple, observing you with tenderness and dedication as if he were contemplating a priceless work of art.

"Come with me" his voice is serene and deep, his fingers clasp yours. In the movement towards the roof of the building you perceive the good scent of his cologne, the one you chose for him and that never fails on each of your dates.

You follow him, enchanted by his elegant figure, his steady gait, reassured by his hand gripping yours tightly, his face often turned to you to gauge your state.

"Ready?" he asks you and you think your heart is about to explode when you see his expression so sweet and yet so impatient. 

You nod, letting his long arms encircle you.

Beyond the heavy metal door of the terrace, you are greeted by the most incredible sky you have ever seen: strokes of red, yellow, pink chase each other among the rare clouds, breaking the greyness of the city. 

You feel your boyfriend's arms tighten on your womb, his breath is serene, his lips resting against your hair.

 "We said no presents, Shin-chan" you take him back lovingly abandoning yourself against him "I’ll never be able to reciprocate something like that!" you conclude, turning around, looking at his smiling face, closing your eyes when his hands cup your face. 

"Every moment spent with you is a gift to me, I'll have to give you many more surprises before I'm even" he tells you, looking into your eyes, making you blush.

Shintaro smiles and you think you have never loved someone so much.

You raise your head towards him and when your lips meet, you know he feels the same way.