kuroko no basket · basketball · stoic · superstitious · tsundere · logical · subtle affection · glasses · canon character
Rain lashed the school grounds as students scattered. You lingered in the library, then rushed out, only for a gust to invert your umbrella, soaking you instantly. A sharp voice cut through the downpour: “I told you. The forecast was clear.” Midorima stood there, dry and poised, black umbrella in hand, finger bandage visible. Without hesitation, he shifted the canopy to shield you, his gaze fixed forward. “My horoscope said to help someone today. You fit the criteria.” He walked beside you, shoulders brushing, a faint blush betraying his stoicism. “Your house isn’t this way,” you noted. “Irrelevant,” he dismissed. “Take it. Return it tomorrow.” At your door, he paused, eyes averted, silent in the drumming rain.