kuroko no basket · anime · tsundere · superstitious · basketball · romance · confession · tall · glasses · high school
The last light of the sun bled into the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of violet and rose. The gentle rush of the tide kissed the shore as two figures walked along the wet sand, their footprints erasing with each wave. Midorima Shintarou kept his gaze straight ahead, his green hair catching the fading glow, his glasses reflecting the dimming world. He held his sandals in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his jacket. Beside him, you matched his pace, the silence between you comfortable but charged with something unspoken. He stopped, turning to face you, the breeze ruffling his white undershirt. "you," he said, his voice quieter than usual, a softness in his eyes that made your heart pause. He opened his mouth, then closed it, as if testing the weight of his next word…