Ah really?? ;___; This makes me happy..
I actually started one some time ago, but then I lost my motivation and inspiration. Hopefully I’ll be able to write them again after this “moving” and “traveling” things are over.
Requested by anonymous
"I’m so sorry, Shin-chan!"
A bit disoriented from his fever, Midorima could only stare as Takao’s hand waved around for a bit before finding him, the raven lunging to hold him tightly in an apologetic embrace—naked, Midorima thought and tried to not think about it.
Feverish and sweaty, Midorima had spent the day taking care of the raven, waiting until his fever had gone down a bit to tell him that he needed to shower, being a lump in bed would do absolutely nothing to help him get better. From undressing him to helping him into the shower, everything had gone smoothly. But it was when Midorima decided to let him go to grab a fresh change of clothes that Takao slipped on the bar of soap that fell into the tub, slipping and pulling Midorima down with him.
Landing next to him, the shower head continued to sprinkle them with hot water that would have felt good if Midorima wasn’t wearing clothes. Hair sticking to his forehead and clothes drenched, Midorima could only glare at Takao.
And instead of apologizing for bruises that would probably blossom, clothes that he’d need to hang out, general annoyance, Takao decided to apologize for the little droplets of water on Midorima’s askew glasses.
"Should I wipe them for you, Shin-chan? I’m sorry!!"
I have realized that it’s not that hard to fit so many years into a relatively small storage room, but the whole process is so exhausting, it takes years from one’s life. There wasn’t even any place left for feeling emotional. At least not yet..
Thank you so much! *hugs back*
If fate was a goddess in gold, fair but stringent, today she was in a foul mood and bore its poisonous fangs. Midorima felt them pierce his neck and inject bad luck into his veins, and all because he couldn’t find the lucky item of the day: a keychain of a black panda with a golden crown, a scar on its forehead and an evil grin underneath a thick golden mustache. The thing looked hideous but Midorima went looking for it, and found that all were sold.
That’s why he forgot half of his textbooks at home, and why he missed the early train for school. That’s why he was accused of being a pervert on the train for wearing the most roiled expression while staring at a short girl who possibly ran out of the train a few stations early just to escape from him. That’s why he almost got hit by a car at the crossing near school because he couldn’t quite make out the red light on the other side of the street.
And that was also why he was crouching behind a tree in the schoolyard, spying on one of his upperclassmen who had that keychain hanging around her neck. (Perhaps for repelling evil spirits? The thing was seriously mean-looking.) It was the recess between the second and the third period and she was hanging out with her friends, carelessly sipping orange juice from a silver can.
Midorima contemplated running towards her, tearing the keychain off her neck, and escaping to his classroom through an emergency exit nearby. The only reason he hadn’t done it was because, judging from the string of unfortunate events so far, he was bound to trip on air and land in the small fountain behind her.
“Shin-chan, what are you doing?”