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[n-o-b-o-d-y123]

First fanfic!! Its probably very bad, but I tried.

Midorima Shintarou x reader.

Warnings: Nothing really, very normal. Crow jabbing at Midorima.

This guy was interesting. Midorima Shintarou. One of the most popular boys at school. He didn't bask in this attention though, he found it quite annoying. Most people only liked him after seeing his basketball skill or his face. Both of which were amazing, but that wasn't the case with you.

It all started during lunch break on Tuesday. You were sitting in the court yard trying to finish an essay last minute for the next class when you heard a high pitched sqwack. You tilted your head up to look at a crow soaring down with a rice ball in its beak. As you followed its path, you realised that the crow was soaring towards the star player of the school.

You watched silently, and a bit amused as the crow attempted to swiftly soar in a steal Midorima's rice ball as well. You weren't sure if the crow knew that another rice ball wouldn't fit in its mouth, but whatever. Nice entertainment. Just as the crow was about to swoop in and attempt to steal another rice ball, Midorima's head snapped up, barely registering the crow before using his fingers to lightly grab onto the rice ball in the crow's beak, something he probably did out of instinct, but it worked, and the crow was now left with no rice ball.

You watched as he the crow took a round around the entire courtyard before coming back and circling over Midorima's head, sqwacking in an ungodly high pitch. It tried jabbing at Midorima but he dogded each time.

"Get out you annoying bird. If you stop jabbing at me for a second maybe I can return the rice ball"

The crow continued to jab at him.

Midorima sighed before ducking and quickly breaking off small pieces of the rice ball and scattering them over the floor.

The crow continued to pester him before realising that Midorima was actually returning its food.

It swooped down and started pecking at the grains. It paused and looked up at Midorima, staring at him with its glossy black eyes, as if to say thank you, and went back to pecking at the rice.

Midorima sighed before muttering something to himself about 'Oha Asa', 'feed animal' and 'good luck'.

The entire episode amused you. You chuckled slightly. This definitely wasn't the Midorima the guys in your class described when ranting about him out of jealousy, sometimes admiration. Or the same Midorima the girls in your class wrote about in their fanfictions. No this Midorima was different. And maybe this was the Midorima you wanted to befriend.

[tastytatsu]

KnB Valentine’s Day Challenge Day 3

Happy KnB Vday Event Day 3! This was really quick, hope you all like it. Mido is not one I’ve written too much about, but I hope this does him justice. 

Prompts by (and much love to): @vanilla-daydreams​ and @theuglycrybaby​

Day 3: Flowers/You’re beautiful, you know that? 

Mido x Reader, in which he confesses (...?) 

It’s not often that Midorima catches you off guard. As long as you two have been friends, you’ve become an expert at interpreting the underlying meanings behind his cold actions and stiff words. 

But when you arrive at your desk at school in the morning, you really couldn’t have foreseen the bouquet of red roses sitting on your desk. 

“Morning, Shin,” you greet, your gaze still glued onto the flowers occupying the entirety of your desk. “What’s this…?” 

If you’d asked anyone who had come to school early today, they’d have told you the green-haired boy had been waiting by your desk even before you’d arrived. And unbeknownst to you, although he’d been practicing what to say on Valentine’s in his head for the past week, he finds himself losing resolve at the last second. 

“Your lucky item for the day,” he finally answers, his voice toneless as he adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge. 

Your head whips upward and you squint your eyes at him. This couldn’t be… no way. Unless, it is… 

You shoot a glance to the fellow, friendly neighbourhood Shin-translator, and sure enough, Takao confirms your thoughts and sends you two thumbs up a few desks over. 

Giddiness makes its way up your spine, and a smile emerges on your face before you can stop it. “Shin. My mom was watching Oha Asa this morning. This isn’t my lucky item.” 

And here begins the impasse. The green-haired boy says nothing for a moment, only adjusting the glasses on his face. He looks like he wants to say something more, but you know it’s a struggle for him to do so in a busy classroom of about twenty other people. 

You won’t push him though. Most eyes had turned both your ways as soon as you’d walked into the room, and you value your privacy as much as he does.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t tweak the limits a little. 

“Don’t worry, Shin.” You peer up at him through your lashes. “It’s okay, I get it. My lucky item today is a carrot, and I always have one with me,” you say with a honey-sweet smile. 

I like you too, carrot, is what you wish you could say, but if Shin is anything, he’s clever. You have absolute trust that he’ll catch on. 

And sure enough, there it is, the corner of Shin’s mouth twitches. But your smile and the tinge of red warming his ears is too much for him, and he moves to take the flowers from your desk. 

“Ah. My mistake. It’s my lucky item.” 

You grab onto his taped fingers before he can remove them. 

There’s a million things you want to say in this moment to show him how much you love the flowers, love that he went out of his way to get them and put them on your desk so publicly like that, how much you reciprocate and just adore him—but you’re still in class. And under the watchful eyes of twenty or more students. Not to mention, you’re not sure how Shin would ever survive that direct onslaught of emotions. 

Instead, you watch as the sun plays with the hue of his unique hair; from the locks on his head, to the delicate brush fanning his eyes. You tug his hand so that he’s leaning toward you. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” You say in a low voice and watch with great amusement as his pretty lashes flutter in astonishment. And he pulls his hand away with pink staining his cheeks. 

“That’s what I was supposed to say to you,” he whispers back, his tone strained. There’s nothing Midorima hates more than losing, and losing out on a personal goal. 

“You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take,” you tease. 

To be fair, you should have at least expected what would happen next. But you don’t. Instead, before you can even release your grip on his hand and straighten from both of you being hunched over your desk, you’re being pulled forward instead. 

And all you can register is a flash of green before firm lips are slanted over yours in a chaste kiss. 

When Shin pulls away, you’re so shocked you don’t even register the low whistle a few desks over and the gasps of nearby bystanders. 

“I never miss,” is all Shin says, his glasses flashing for a split second as he pushes them up his nose. “I also have my lucky item with me all the time, after all.” 

With that, he turns away to take a seat at his desk. 

Once you’ve recovered from being stunned frozen, you realise it’s the closest to a Happy Valentine’s you’ll get from him in this crowded classroom.