17, 38
17. Midorima Shintarou + 38. Haiba Lev
“…You’re tall,” is the first thing out of Midorima’s mouth.
“Yep!” Lev chirps.
“And very… sunny.”
“Yeah that too!”
He squints his eyes behind his glasses, taped hands tightening on his lucky item—a small ceramic cat. Takao had taken one look at it and said, huh, that reminds me of my cousin, I should see if he’s free today—and here they are.
“…What is your horoscope,” he asks, as he does upon meeting someone even moderately significant.
“Scorpio!”
Great. Just great. Cheerful Scorpios. What energy did he exude that made them all flock to him?
Well, at least these two were related, it was understandable if they were a little similar.
“One last question,” he states, and Lev seems just as cheerful as he was before being accosted like this.
Midorima pushes his glasses up with a taped finger. “Why don’t you play basketball?” He had to be close to 2m tall.
Lev grins. “Because volleyball’s more fun!”
Hm. ‘Fun’. An interesting reason to play a sport, but… to each his own.
