Museum-Worthy Lucky Item ~ | Midorima Shintarou
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 : 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞.
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Tʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ , ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ❣︎
♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎❣︎♥︎
That was a great match, Mitsuki thought as she watched the game between Rakuzan and Shutoku.
Shutoku had lost with a 16-point difference.
Her eyes followed the green-haired boy as he bowed to the opposing team. She zoomed in on his sorrowful expression.
She definitely didn’t like seeing that look on her favorite person.
With a quiet sigh, she turned and walked toward the exit until she reached her motorcycle. Sitting on it, she waited for the team to come out.
Well… the weather’s nice at least.
Leaning against the handle, she rested her cheek on her palm, thinking about the game.
Akashi has definitely changed… his playstyle too. Back in Teiko, he played for the team. Now… he makes everyone play for him.
“My orders are absolute”… seriously? Isn’t that kinda… cringe?
“Momoi-san? What are you doing here?”
Takao’s voice pulled her back to reality.
She put on a closed-eye smile and waved at them, trying to ignore the redness in their eyes.
“Hi, everyone. That was a great match!”
She tried to lighten the mood, but the heavy aura surrounding them was stronger than she expected.
She got off the bike and stepped closer to the green-haired boy. Turning to the captain, she pointed at him.
“Otsubo-senpai, can I borrow him for tonight ?”
The entire team—including Midorima—froze.
“B-b-borrow me? What do you mean, Mitsuki?!” Midorima stuttered, his face completely red.
“I need you to come somewhere with me,” she said with an angelic smile.
“W-where? I don’t want to go.” He turned his head away, adjusting his glasses, already imagining trouble casue this girl doesn't make trouble.
“Eeeh? Come on, it won’t hurt.” She pouted.
Her eyes suddenly dropped to his hand.
“By the way… what’s that? A piece of shogi? Why do you have it?”
Midorima opened his hand.
Before he could finish, she snatched it.
“Hey! What are you doing, nanodayo?!”
She jumped back onto her bike.
“Now you don’t have a choice but to come with me.”
She waved the piece in her hand with a mischievous grin.
“Mitsuki, I’m not in the mood for your games. Give it back—”
She had hidden it… inside her bra.
Midorima’s jaw dropped. So did everyone else’s.
“Now come get it if you want.”
“Come with me and I’ll give it back.” She handed him an extra helmet.
After a moment of internal error, he sighed and accepted, glancing at his teammates. Otsubo simply waved him off, equally flustered.
“…We won’t die, right? You don’t even have a license.”
“Don’t you want to hold me? You might fall,” she teased.
“There's no need for that” he said stiffly. “I won't fall.”
She revved the engine hard.
He lurched forward and instinctively grabbed her waist.
“See? I told you.” she said sardonically.
“Oi, you definitely did that on purpose!!”
“Well, everyone” she called back to the team “I'll return him in two hours. Bye for now. Make sure to rest!”
The team stood frozen, equal parts shocked and flustered by her sheer boldness. It wasn't like it was the first time, but it still somehow managed to catch them off guard every single time.
One by one, they slowly raised their hands in a dazed wave.
Midorima tried to loosen his grip around her waist, but she revved again and killed any chance of that.
She weaved between cars with the ease of someone who'd been doing it for years, clearly enjoying every second of it.
After a fast ride and midorima holding her leather jacket for his dear life , they finally stopped.
She turned off the engine and pulled off her helmet, shaking her hair loose.
She knocked lightly on the glass of his helmet, signaling him to take it off.
Midorima hesitated for a second before doing so, handing it to her. She placed it back on the bike.
She turned and started walking up a narrow set of stairs hidden between the trees. Midorima followed, curiosity quietly building inside him.
The stairs led them to a small wooden platform—almost like a secluded arbor—tucked in the middle of the forest.
The moment he saw it, his eyes widened.
"You gotta watch this , shinny"
“Eh? Haven’t you already gotten used to it?”
Midorima followed her gaze, taking in the view.
The city stretched out beneath them, glowing under the night sky. Countless lights painted the streets in soft colors, and above it all, the moon hung calmly—almost within reach.
Just looking at it… made his mind feel lighter.
“I always come here when I’m down,” Mitsuki said, her voice softer than before.
She stepped closer to the edge, resting her arms against the fence.
“…When did you find this place?”
“Two years ago… you mean—”
“Yeah.” She didn’t look at him. “After I got discharged from the hospital, I started riding around a lot. One day, I just… found it.”
“Not many people know about this place. Watching this view… it calms me down.”
Midorima stayed silent, his eyes still fixed on the city.
“…It does,” he admitted. “But… why did you bring me here?”
“I thought you might need some air.”
“Ah… I really crave a cigarette right now.”
She pulled one out of her pocket and lit it, ignoring the look he gave her.
“You ride motorcycles and smoke… are you really a high schooler?” he said, frowning. “Besides, you know it’s illegal. Especially for someone studying law.”
She let out a slow breath, smoke curling into the air.
“Give me a break,” she muttered. “People our age do way worse. Some of them ruin lives and don’t even give a shit about it . At least I’m not hurting anyone by smoking.”
Her words hung in the air.
That memory from two years ago flashed through Midorima’s mind.
That incident… the one that changed everything for her.
The feeling turned sharp, like the cold night air had filled his lungs too quickly, forcing him to cough.
Mitsuki glanced at him—and without warning, blew smoke straight into his face.
“What the— cough—are you doing?!”
“I had no choice,” she said simply. “You were thinking about the past again.”
“It’s written all over your face.”
Then, without another word, she hopped up onto the fence and sat there, facing him.
“Let’s just chill for now, hm?” she said, offering a small smile. “No bad thoughts.”
She lifted the cigarette to her lips—
—and it disappeared from her fingers.
Without a word, he walked over and threw it into a nearby trash can beside the arbor.
Mitsuki stared at him, a twitching smile on her face and a visible nerve pulsing at her temple.
“I told you to stop,” he said firmly, walking back toward her. “It’s not good. For either of us.”
He glanced up at her position on the fence.
“And get down. It’s dangerous to sit like that.”
She tilted her head slightly.
She produced another one from her pocket.
"I need to keep my mouth busy dude"
Suddenly a light bulb apeared above her head.
Midorima blinked in surprise.
“If you keep my mouth busy.”
“You can use your fingers —” she tilted her head “— or your lips. Or—”she glanced downward — “you know....”
“WHY ARE YOU DISAPPOINTED?! DID YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT ME TO SAY YES?!???”
She pushed her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, blinking up at him with faux wounded eyes.
He clenched his teeth , Red blush all over his face.
"Then give my cigarette back.”
“If you won't give it back—”
She was fast. Of course she was — she was just as athletic as him, and she'd aimed for the one thing he hadn't been guarding.
He stepped closer carefully, acutely aware that one careless move could send both Mitsuki and his glasses over the edge of the fence. He needed to be quick. Precise.
“Give me my cigarette first.”
He closed the remaining distance in one measured step, then reached — arms long enough, height advantage wide enough — and snatched his glasses back in a clean, swift motion.
He put them back on and looked at her.
Mitsuki hadn't moved. She was still sitting on the fence, watching him — and there was something different in her expression now. A shadow had fallen over her eyes, soft and unreadable.
She suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her.
Their faces inches apart—
—and then her lips pressed against his.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The city lights stretched out below them, indifferent and glittering. The moon didn't shift. The wind had gone still.
Midorima stood frozen — not from reluctance, but from the kind of shock that roots you in place before your mind catches up to what's happening. His glasses had gone slightly askew. His hands hovered uselessly at his sides.
Mitsuki's grip on his shirt didn't loosen.
The kiss was soft. Barely anything, by most measures — just the press of her lips against his, unhurried, like she wasn't running from it.
Mitsuki’s grip on his shirt tightened slightly as she leaned in just enough to keep the kiss steady—not forceful, but bold… undeniably her.
His eyes slowly widened behind his glasses.
He could feel his heartbeat pounding loudly in his chest—far louder than anything around them.
After a few seconds that felt much longer than they actually were, she pulled back just slightly
“…See?” she whispered as she licked her lips ,a faint smirk on her lips.
“That works better than cigarettes.”
Midorima stood there, completely stunned—face burning red, words stuck in his throat.
But for once, even he couldn’t finish his sentence.
She just smiled like she had won.
—and the moment Midorima stepped inside, everything went silent.
Every single eye turned toward him.
Before he could even react, the entire team rushed at him.
“OI—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he snapped, trying to keep his balance as they surrounded him.
“WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?!”
“WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?!”
“WHY YOU OUT OF ALL PEOPLE?!”
“YOU’RE NOT EVEN THAT INTERESTING!!”
“STOP TALKING ALL AT ONCE, NANODAYO!!”
Takao leaned in way too close, squinting suspiciously.
Miyaji suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
“More importantly—what about your lucky item?!”
Midorima froze for a split second.
A collective gasp filled the gym.
“And?” Takao pushed. “Where is it now?”
“…I put it back in my shogi set.”
“THAT THING SHOULD BE KEPT IN A MUSEUM!!”
“AS AN INTERNATIONAL TREASURE!!”
“WITH MAXIMUM SECURITY!!”
Midorima adjusted his glasses, clearly irritated.
“It’s just a lucky item—”
Before the chaos could escalate further—
a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“Yeah. You really should’ve kept it there.”
Slowly… they turned toward the door.
Mitsuki stood there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed—looking way too proud of herself.
Midorima stiffened instantly.
“…What are you doing here?”
“Just came to check if you’re still alive after the things we had done .” and she winked.
The team looked between them—
—and then collectively lost their minds again.
“WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!”
“WHY IS SHE ACTING LIKE THAT?!”
"MIDORIMA , YOU BASTARD WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO?"
She just laughed quietly… clearly enjoying every second of it.
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