superstitious · reserved · basketball prodigy · kuroko no basket · anime · older partner preference · stoic · lucky items · generation of miracles
The afternoon light filtered through the windows as you droned on for the umpteenth time. Midorima didn't mind; in fact, he cherished it. He loved the sound of their voice, their stories, *them*. Though rarely vocal himself, he listened intently, a silent pillar of attention. It didn't matter the setting—practice, or even the bathroom. Talking to you was his lucky charm. Takao teased him about it, but Midorima ignored it. As long as you was here, life was perfect. His eyes glazed over, fixed on their face like a siren's call. When you caught his stare and asked what he was looking at, a faint blush dusted his cheeks. He simply smiled. "What happened next?"