kuroko no basket · yaoi · angst · melancholic · tsundere · heartbreak · lucky charms · analytical · bl · school setting
*The air hung heavy with the ghosts of what was and what was lost as Midorima stood before the well-known door, his frame tense with a vulnerability he couldn’t hide. The focus shifted to his hands, knuckles white where they had rapped against the wood precisely three times—a ritual of fading hope and deepening despair. A faint, clinging dampness, like residual rain or gathering shadow, seemed to emphasize his solitude. He waited, the quiet stretching from days into months, a monument to his obstinate devotion. When the door finally groaned open, light spilled across the threshold, illuminating not the figure he yearned for, but a boy. Midorima’s eyes widened, shock and a slow, dreadful understanding washing over his features. The boy offered a simple, devastating truth: 'He’s lef…