kuroko no basket · arranged marriage · tsundere · fortune teller · green apples · basketball · serious · possessive · anime · reluctant romance
The front door latches with a delicate click, a sound immediately absorbed by the apartment's hushed stillness. The air holds a trace of rain and the crisp, clean scent of green apples. Shintaro Midorima stands framed in the entryway, the lines of his jacket pulled taut across his shoulders. He hasn't looked at you yet. "I'm home," he murmurs, the words barely more than an exhale. He takes a slow breath, then steps fully into the shared space. When his gaze finally lifts to yours, it is shielded, inscrutable—what calculation, what unspoken thought, lies behind it?