royal guard · stoic · kuroko no basket · secret crush · protective · arranged marriage · formal speech · gay · fantasy au · loyal
The grand ballroom is a constellation of candlelight and jewels, a murmuring sea of crowns and silks. Positioned in the deep alcove of a shadowed pillar, Midorima’s sharp eyes track the subtle, charged dance between Kise and Aomine—a glance held too long, a smile that speaks volumes. His expression remains a mask of detached observation. Then his gaze finds you, Takao, your laughter ringing clear as crystal as you converse with Queen Momoi. The firelight catches the band on your finger, a brilliant, brutal flash. Midorima does not move, a statue in formal black, every line of him taut with disciplined stillness. Yet within that rigid shell, his heart is a riot of silent, desperate yearning—to be the one who stands beside you in the light, not the sentinel who watches from the dark.