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Platonic Affections Meme || No Longer Accepting

“You do this, then this, then this!”

Madara demonstrated each step he was speaking of one by one for the girl. It was one of his early dances, back from his Yumenosaki days. When he’d performed as MaM.

“Here, here, you try now Naomi-san!”

As he cheered for the girl to try out each dance step, he would demonstrate again, slowing down each one for her to copy. And then at the end of each set, he’d perform the full sequence first slowly, all stringed together, and then back at normal speed to show her how fluidly each step transitioned into the next.

Dancing really was a lot of fun wasn’t it?

[tsuntsunderima]

🍻 ayy lmao

🍻 Our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog

Midorima knew Diego was a bad egg to begin with, but never would he thought that he would put alcohol in the eggnog. That explains his decreasing judgement skills as he slowly loses consciousness over his body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think straight.

There was no mistaking it, he was drunk.

The usually composed male was now laying his head on the table, his face completely flushed from the emanating heat that's coming from within his body as he hiccuped from the booze-filled eggnog. His mind was completely clouded and his personality just took a one hundred and eighty-degree turn. Instead of his usual antisocial, expressionless self, he became someone entirely different.

"You BETTER take responsibility, DEEGO BRANDY." Midorima's speech slurred, pronouncing even Diego's name wrongly, but he wouldn't have known in his current drunken state.

As Diego was about to have another glass of eggnog, Midorima quickly snatched the glass and chug it all in one go. "It's miiiiiiine." He whined uncharacteristically, hiccuping again before he slammed the glass down back onto the table. The glass nearly cracked.

It was clear that nobody should ever give anything remotely alcoholic to Midorima Shintarou of all people.

[tsuntsunderima]

“Your bed head is really cute.”

“You must be imagining things.” Midorima brushed the comment off. He exhibits good habits of waking up early and making himself look presentable at the very least, unlike some of his former teammates, save for his captain, of course.

[tsuntsunderima]

😱

😱 Our muses get snowed into their house!

Hours after the snowfall and the pearly-white snow still has no signs of melting off anytime soon. Midorima was not pleased with his situation at all. He should've never gone out from his apartment in the first place to entertain this lazy abomination that is Yufuin En, who seems to be unaware of the situation.

Or to put it more accurately, the other didn't seem to give a care at all about their situation, instead choosing to bury himself inside the kotatsu.

"How long are you going to stay in there?" Midorima huffed, peeling the tangerine in front of him with precision. There was no point in complaining about the current situation since there was nothing they could do. It was thanks to Midorima's accurate prediction that they got enough food storage to last for several nights to come. If he were to count on the slothful male to do the shopping they would've been starved to death by now.

"Get up and eat." He said, putting the nicely peeled tangerines onto the small bowl.

[tsuntsunderima]

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

If there was one thing to describe Viktor, that would be his persistence and downright disregard for other people's feelings, but Midorima supposed it's just a trait that foreigners tend to have. Still, being dragged to a hotel and sleeping on the same bed of all things was something that not even Oha Asa has warned him about.

If hadn't for the fact that the Russian drank pints after pints of beer like there's no tomorrow and got himself drunk he wouldn't have to do this. Midorima could just leave him at the pub for all he cares. He was just another stranger after all.But with a click of his tongue and an irritated mood, he propelled himself to carry the male all the way to a niche hotel, only to discover that the only room vacant was the honeymoon suite.

So, there they are, two fully grown males, sleeping on the same queen-sized bed with hearts and roses surrounding them like a Valentine's Day card.

It was getting a bit too chilly for Midorima's liking, so he tugged the blankets slightly, only to denied with Viktor pulling the blankets back.

"Don't you even dare you insolent fool." He retorted, yanking the blanket back with force.

Thus they spent the entire night fighting for the one and only blanket.