Merry Christmas Rabbit @gundham! I hope you enjoy the Midotaka fic I wrote and hopefully you have/had a wonderful day!
Midorima readjusts and tugs at his scarf, the irritated sigh that follows is broken by a slight shiver as the icy chill renders his lips dry and chapped and his skin numb as the cold settles. It’s already dark by the time he’s left his lectures, the gray sky fading to a matt black canvas. He can see a few stars here and there, but only if he squints. He’s just thankful that his apartment is only 10 minutes away.
He checks his phone for the time. It’s only 20 past 5, Takao said that he’d call before 6. A smile tugs at Midorima’s chapped lips, until he catches himself in the middle of it and his cheeks burn scarlet.
While walking home is nothing new, the first few weeks of university are foreign. He didn’t underestimate the effect that the new change that it brought, but it didn’t remove a single bit of the impact. He was expecting to go from the vice-captain of a top high school basketball team to another first year brat- he’d done it before when graduating from middle school. It still didn’t stop him from feeling strange without his old teammates, or even his terrifying old captain to threaten him and the others.
Takao’s probably going through the exact same thing- likely worse as he was the captain.
Midorima can’t get home soon enough, throwing off his pea coat and slinging it on a coat hanger as the warm of his home fights off the prickly cold. He reckons that maybe he should eat something, but he’s already tired and rarely does he trust his cooking skills for more than toast or reheating the food his parents send, of which he currently has none.
He’d forced himself to try to eat something, settling for instant ramen, when Takao calls him. Immediately, he throws it away, he’s not in the mood for snide remarks after the years he spent complaining about Takao’s own terrible diet.
Midorima’s eyes widen when he sees Takao, and immediately he’s thankful that he bought Takao a better webcam just before he left. His hair is a little longer, and he can just about trace grey bags underneath his eyes, his cheerful grin is unchanged, and the warmth in his voice as he cries out the old nickname is enough to make him swoon. He’s long since stopped asking Takao to stop calling him “Shin-chan” and even though Takao hasn’t said anything, he doesn’t miss a thing.
“How’s med school going?” Takao asks, and it’s only then that Midorima notices the heaviness in his voice. It sounds smooth, husky even, and he wants nothing more than for Takao to keep talking.
“You haven’t been sleeping, have you?”
“Didn’t think there was any point in hiding it.” He shrugs. “It’s nothing big, I just have some papers I’ve been trying to finish off. Anyways, you didn’t even answer my question Shin-chan!”
Midorima takes a deep breath “It’s just as bad as they said it’d be.”
Takao winces. “Ouch.” He hisses in sympathy, though his lips are still curling into a grin. “Well if it’s any consolation, you’re looking like you’re in a better state than me!”
“That’s not too difficult, Takao.” He retorts. Rather than annoyance, Takao laughs so hard his cheeks are pink by the time he’s regained his breath.
“I feel like I should be offended by that, but I’m still tired out from basketball yesterday.” He groans, slumping over his desk and giving Midorima a peek at the abysmal mess behind him. “Starting over again feels so weird, doesn’t it? It could be worse, I could’ve been the one who went to Kyoto study medicine.”
Guilt lurches in the pit of Midorima’s stomach as he looks away, and Takao’s immediately ushering an apology.
“It’s fine. I do miss Tokyo though.” He admits. He misses Takao. He missed these calls, where he can feel like he has Takao all for himself for a few hours.
“Well, you can be sure that Tokyo misses you too.” Takao says, with a smile that feels forced. Being away from Tokyo feels bittersweet. Midorima’s happy whenever Takao’s smiles, but it’s during times like these where he wants to wrap his arms around Takao’s waist and not let go until he admits he has a problem with Midorima moving.
“Takao, what are you doing before Christmas?” Midorima asks. He’d planned to keep it secret until the last minute, but he’s still speaking despite himself.
“Not much? I guess I’ll probably be dragged so some people’s parties, and then I still have gifts to buy. Why?” Takao asks, steel eyes staring at Midorima, waiting for him to speak as he hesitates.
“...I’m going to come back to Tokyo as soon as my classes are over. I wanted to know if you were busy.”
“R-Really?” Takao asks, and the childlike glee in his voice makes Midorima melt. “Are you serious?”
“Mmm.” He hums, and Takao’s lips are curling into a smile that he’s not even trying to fight back, one that crinkles the skin around his eyes and lights up his already beautiful features. Midorima’s a little proud that he could draw out such a reaction from him, to make Takao that happy just with a few words.
“Thank god! I’ve been going crazy here.” Takao whines. “When are you coming? I’ll meet you at the station! It can be like those cliche airport reunions you see in dramas.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Come on!” Takao groans mocking offence through his laughter. “It’s not like you even hate those that much!” He winks, giggling and making Midorima’s heart pound against his chest, and wonder how he managed to get someone like him to accept his confession.
It’s only when a strained yawn forces its way past Midorima’s lips, that he realises that it’s almost 11.
“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” Takao murmurs, looking into his webcam with half lidded eyes. “You should go to sleep, I don’t want to get in the way of your classes from hell.”
“Then you need to stop slaving over those essays and get some rest Takao.” Midorima sighs, thankful that Takao didn’t ask if they could talk for longer, because he’d give in without a doubt.
“Fine, I promise I’ll go to bed, okay? Goodnight Shin-chan!” He waves, smiling just as brightly as he was hours ago thanks to Midorima’s surprise.
“Goodnight.” Midorima says, a small smile escaping him before his boyfriend hangs up.
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