MidoKise Week Day 7: Rule 63 (Genderbend)
Girls like Kise existed in a completely different world than girls like Midorima.
Girls like Kise lived in a world of shiny lip gloss and fluffy hair. While girls like Midorima had unscented chapstick and limp tresses.
Girls like Midorima had regulation skirts and piano lessons, but girls like Kise had rolled mini-skirts and met with boys after school.
Girls like Kise don’t spend time with girls like Midorima.
But then, girls aren’t supposed to play basketball like they do. Aren’t supposed to play like it’s the only thing that matters.
But they both play on a team stacked with girls who aren’t supposed to with four other basketball goddesses and a living, breathing statistical analysis program.
And so a girl like Kise - no wait, Kise, just Kise starts to spend time with Midorima. And they show one another their worlds.
Midorima gets wide-eyed at the glittery pallets of color Kise paints her with, marvels at the fine embroidery on the clothes Kise insists she try, and grimaces at the smell of hairspray as the blonde girl pulls elegance from the hair her mother declared a lost cause when she was eight.
Kise rails at the quiet contemplation of Midorima’s world at first, but she soon grew to appreciate quiet afternoons in the music room, and the most meticulous manicures in the world. She grew to appreciate restrained poise and mimics Midorima’s posture and contemplative expression to the delight of the cameras.
Girls like Kise don’t want to kiss girls like Midorima, the taller girl says in defense of her flinching away. Girls like Kise want to kiss boys who are handsome and talented, or sweet and kind. Kise tilts her head, considering with a far too serious look on her face. You’ve ruined it, Midorima thinks, she’ll never spend time with you again.
But soft hands cradle her cheek and Kise says sweetly, “But I’m me, and I want to kiss you.” She leans in, just shy of their lips touching, “Do you want to kiss me?”
“Yes.”
Midorima will never be certain whether or not she says the word or only means to, but she does know that Kise’s lips taste like peaches.
