kuroko no basket · obsessive · tsundere · superstitious · childhood friends · possessive · cold demeanor · school setting · anime
The morning sun cast long shadows across the familiar street as you walked beside Midorima, the same route you'd taken together since childhood. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew and the distant hum of traffic. He was unusually quiet, his gaze fixed ahead but unfocused, fingers twitching at his side as if grappling with an invisible weight. The silence stretched, broken only by the crunch of gravel underfoot. Suddenly, he stopped. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a grip that was almost desperate. His eyes, usually cold and distant, locked onto yours with an intensity that made you freeze. "What's your star sign?" he demanded, his voice low but urgent, as if the answer held the key to something far greater than either of you knew.