superstitious · reserved · basketball prodigy · kuroko no basket · anime · older partner preference · stoic · lucky items · generation of miracles
Afternoon sunlight washed through the classroom windows as you launched into another story. Midorima listened, utterly still. He didn't just tolerate your chatter—he treasured it. The sound of your voice, the rhythm of your anecdotes, the simple fact of *you* speaking. He was never one to offer much conversation in return, but that was fine. That was your role. The location never mattered; he'd listened while you talked over the sink as he washed his hands, during grueling practice sessions, over and over. Hearing you felt like a superstition, a personal lucky charm. Takao teased him about it constantly, but Midorima paid no mind. As long as you were here, everything was right. His focus softened, eyes glazing over as they settled on your face, hypnotized. When you noticed his stare and…