"Man proposes, God disposes"

[19, Student] ((Single/Unfated)) Location: Soleil Apartments University: Oakville University Affiliated with Red Thread RP

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[[ Dropping In]] - Closed for Midorima

@tsuntsunderima

Niles liked his employers place. Not that he didn’t like his own small apartment, but he would admit it was dirty, needed some air freshener - could use a good wipe down… Akashi’s place was clean. It was tidy, the fridge was stocked and there was also fresh coffee in the mornings. Used to working late nights at the casino, the former thief had unusual sleep habits so when he’d gotten a call early that morning to come over to assist he hadn’t minded. The task was simple enough, he barely did anything, the redhead seemed to simply want a ‘second opinion’ but it was clear to Niles that what he wanted was someone to just confirm that his ideas were decent so he wouldn’t doubt himself - He just happened to be the person Akashi knew would be genuine and actually tell him if something was shit. When it was time for him to leave, Niles was given permission to stay longer and help himself to some coffee and breakfast if he locked up on the way out… Which is how he found himself sitting in the spacious kitchen enjoying a cup of coffee that didn’t taste like it was steeped through an asshole for once.

When a knock on the door interrupted his perusing of the local paper he paused, staring at the door trying to debate whether or not he wanted to answer it. Deciding to ignore it he simply turned the page, making no effort to be quiet about it. Though it was only moments later when a second, firm knock filled the kitchen and he sighed, pulling himself to his feet as he moved to open it. Staring at the face of one of his employers school mates he yawned, rubbing at his hair with the hand not clutching to his coffee like a life preserver.

“If you’re looking for Red, he’s already gone. Surprised he could walk at all though, it was quite a night” he smirked, his single eye flashing as he watched for a reaction.

[tsuntsunderima]

“If you’re looking for Red, he’s already gone. Surprised he could walk at all though, it was quite a night” he smirked, his single eye flashing as he watched for a reaction.

There was a time when Midorima could enjoy some peace and quiet at Akashi's residence. It was considerably larger than his own apartment with extra, luxurious amenities offered to only the finest people who were lucky enough to live there to begin with.

Ever since their reunion back in the castle, Midorima made frequent visits to Akashi’s apartment to regain the time that was lost between them over the years. Though the redhead was busy most of the time, they simply spend their time together in silence. It was enjoyable to say the least.

Well, until the arrival of, supposedly, Akashi’s very own bodyguard.

Let’s say that Midorima didn’t exactly got along well with him, though he kept his dignity and refined himself enough to keep his opinions at bay.

Nevertheless, he had to return the hourglass to Akashi today as the lucky item had served its purpose yesterday.

It usually takes only a couple of knocks for Akashi to answer the door, but when it took a few more tries than usual, it was evident that the other simply wasn’t in today. Sighing in slight disappointment, Midorima was about to turn away from the door when it opened.

“I have no interest as to what you two were doing last night, I am simply here to return the hourglass.” Midorima harshly retorted to that sardonic remark. He was clearly not here for jokes.

[tsuntsunderima]

My Shots Never Miss || Midorima & Oikawa

@toorucikawa

Though usually antisocial, Midorima wasn't a person who would be against going out once in a while, even if he preferred the cosy comforts of his apartment instead of the busy, bustling streets that Soleil Heights offers.

The district was highly renowned for its expansive, five-storey entertainment arcade that the former shooting guard rarely ever stepped foot into, let alone care enough to harbour curiosity over them, yet the moment Oikawa finally (somehow) found out where he lives, the male has been pestering him about going to the local arcade.

An arcade was the last thing that Midorima had ever thought of visiting. The only purpose of the arcade was to provide him with peculiar lucky items that only a crane machine could offer.

Nevertheless, Oikawa seemed to have successfully persuaded Midorima after a series of emotionally-filled, emoji-infested texts that bombarded him throughout the day and night riled him up enough to change his mind.

And now here he was, succumbing to yet another one of the Grand King's scheme as he waited dreadfully outside the arcade entrance with a frown. It was evident that Midorima wasn't in a good mood, as the crowds and obnoxious screaming coming from inside the arcade irritates him to no end.

At least Oha Asa's predictions had lifted his spirits somewhat, with Cancers rank being on the top today. As Midorima read his fortune meticulously on his phone, he failed to notice that somebody was approaching him.

[tsuntsunderima]

checkmxte:

It was a warm welcome, from someone like Shintarou. Despite their colourful past (jokes aside) and their time spent apart, it was a pleasant discovery to find that their friendship remained more-or-less intact. Seijuurou hummed thoughtfully in agreement, grateful that things were already starting to feel natural with his old friend. He’d spent far too long out of contact with the other especially, not to mention the rest of their circle of friends. 

“It has, indeed.” He finally said, voicing his agreement out loud. Still smiling, the corporate heir shifted his weight slightly, looking lost in thought for only a brief moment as his eyes found the tiled floor. He then flicked his gaze upwards, meeting Shintarou’s head on, gaze warming. “You look well, Midorima. Of course, you’re one of few I would even have to worry about in regards to health or livelihood.”

Chuckling again, Seijuurou slipped his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, turning away as he moved to examine some of the old texts lining the bookshelves. His phone vibrated in his pocket, though he ignored it, knowing it would only be another email better suited for the current acting head of his family’s company to respond to. He was only ever contacted when the former wasn’t picking up: and for once, Seijuurou wanted to enjoy the evening without any interruptions from a job he was unsuited for. 

“What have you been up to? If you don’t mind my asking, that is.” Seijuurou said, throwing a glance over his shoulder, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

Their bond may have suffered great trials of testament during those dark times that was their first year at high school, but Midorima's perseverance succeeded and eventually they reconciled. The atmosphere around them felt oddly natural despite the fact that they had remained separated for quite some time. Sure, texts have been exchanged between the two, however, nothing compares to reality.

As always, an aura of superiority surrounds the red-haired male. The swift, elegant movements and the eloquent speech exhibited by the heir were a proof of his elite status. A level that is beyond what others could imagine. Yet, his friend was far from flaunting his own wealth. Instead, he had earned the respects of others for his hard work and natural leadership skills. This was also how he had gained Midorima's trust completely, and how their friendship has developed from that point on.

Rubellite hues pierced into emerald ones as Midorima takes in the familiarity. The warm, soft gaze that Akashi is fond of giving to him. The nostalgic feeling slowly enveloped his mind as flashbacks of their middle school days flashed right before his eyes. Realising that it was his turn to answer, the bespectacled male quickly cleared his throat.

"Of course," Midorima snorted, bringing his hand up to the front of his face as he gave a push up on his spectacles. "I'm not an idiot like Kise or Aomine who couldn't even take care of themselves properly." Which was true, for Midorima came from a well-off family and as an undergraduate studying to become a doctor, taking care of oneself is only one of the very basic requirements.

"I've been informed that I would encounter a familiar face by Oha Asa." The superstitious male stated as their gazes locked onto one another again. "So, I accepted the invitation as I was told to do so." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Who knew it would've been you, of all people?" Midorima let out a small chuckle, which was a rare sight indeed, but he felt comfortable enough to show more variety of emotions now that they're alone and in the company of his closest friend.

[mismatcheddoll]

Sneaky Singer {Midorima & Mika}

@tsuntsunderima liked for a starter

Mika was an idol for a while. It was an ephemeral dream, tied up to the name of Valkyrie. A shy boy like himself had little to do singing and dancing in front of people after all. It was a shared dream. Without Valkyrie and without the professor, he had no reason to sing or dance or perform. Not at all.

Or so he thought.

The truth was quite different, as he never really stopped practicing. Not even for a day.

Curtains and doors closed, Mika took the advantage of the lonely music room to dance and sing. The acoustic of the room making his voice louder and sweeter, his steps echoing like some sort of back music as he made the steps. A smile in his lips and sweat rolling down the sides of his face, what was supposed to be a short practice extended itself for over two hours.

A door opening should have been a signal for him to stop, but his ears didn’t heard anything but his own singing. And so it was until he finally turned around and saw a man… a very tall man at that, standing right there. A little squeal interrupted his singing, his feet tangling themselves and his whole body losing balance just to throw him to the floor.

“A-ah… Sorry!… I didn’t meant to use the room without permission or anythin’” and this goes for the list of things he shouldn’t say out-loud. What kind of criminal goes blabbering about their crimes? A very honest and stupid one.

[tsuntsunderima]

Midorima was a multi-talented young man. He was both athletic and intelligent, somewhat of a rarity nowadays. In addition to that, he was also gifted in arts as well, though it was a side of him that was rarely shown to others.

Deep inside those impenetrable walls lies a heart of delicacy, whose soul filled with wondrous, expressive forms of art, which comes in the shape of Midorima's music. Ever since he was young, he was intrigued by the sounds from the ivory instrument. Every key produces a distinct sound that, when combined, form a melodious score that touches the hearts of its audience.

It was his way of expressing his emotions more freely without the limitations of his words.

It had become a habit of his to visit the music room every once in a while to escape into his own personal place. It was a quiet room with no distractions or whatsoever to ruin his concentration.

That pocket of peace, however, was occupied by someone else today, which was odd as most of the time, it was empty.

Midorima took a step into the room to see who was occupying the room, only to find a lone male singing to himself inside. At first, he wanted to stop the male but he didn't. Instead, he simply stayed near the doorway and watched as the male indulging himself in his own world of music.

Though that didn't last long when the stranger finally took notice of him and quickly stumbled on its feet.

"Who are you?" The pianist asked as he walked into the room finally, stopping right next to the male lying on the floor. "I wouldn't expect someone like you to be musically gifted."

[tsuntsunderima]

I am finally back from Thailand! Sorry for the absence though I was very much alive I suppose. oops.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )

“You come here often?”

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“So.. You expecting someone?”

“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”

“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”

“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”

“Are you single? Just asking.”

“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”

“What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”

“I love the way you’re dressed.”

“Do I have any chances with you?”

“Do you have anything better to do later?”

“Can I get your phone number?”

“You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”

“I can do whatever you want, babe.”

“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”

“I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”

“You should be a model.”

"Are you… trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”

“That won’t work. Try again.”

"Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

"I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I thought you were taken.”

“So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”

“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”

“Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”

[tsuntsunderima]

“You did all of this for me?”

“It’s only because you kept asking me.” Midorima looked away in embarrassment. 

What lies in front of them was an assortment of presents. Twelve, to be exact. Each of the twelve presents contained the lucky item of that particular month. It was difficult to gather all of them in one go and he couldn’t possibly gather three hundred and sixty five presents in such a short span of time, but he did what he could when the curious girl kept asking him about it.

[tsuntsunderima]

"I have to visit Diagon Alley before school starts. You coming with?"

“I don’t see why not.” was Midorima’s response as they stood in front of an empty fireplace.

“I needed to get a new crystal ball and the latest issue of the Daily Prophet as well as my new textbooks.” He said as he walked into the fireplace without haste while grabbing a handful of greenish powder from the pot beside.

“Did you know that the Daily Prophet had a new section where they would give you a list of items that you need for each day according to your horoscopes?” Midorima asked, but not expecting any answer from the other wizard. “I suggest that you follow suit.”

“Diagon Alley.” He stated clearly, before he threw the powder right under his feet, causing him to burst into flames as he disappeared from the fireplace.

[checkmxte]

                                                                                      ( we meet again, @tsuntsunderima )

“The architecture is outstanding, is it not?” Seijuurou broke the silence that was lingering in the air, no doubt on purpose as the other always preferred silence to the noisiness of a party, such as the one located on the floor beneath them. Without offering a greeting, the heir strolled into the spacious study, hands clasped behind his back. His footsteps sounded along the well-polished tile with a dignified grace, eyes glancing around the room as he took in the sights of the medieval castle the Winter Ball was held in. 

Truly, Seijuurou hadn’t expected to run into Shintarou tonight, at the ball. He was fully aware of the other’s presence in the city, but his former teammate was someone he hadn’t expected to attend at all. Fate favoured such encounters in a city so deeply rooted in the concept of it’s existence, and so he welcomed the chance encounter with open arms, rather than backing away and organizing a reunion he had full control over.

“Bellevue used to be a kingdom of it’s own. This was the castle where the royal family resided. Why, many a king might just have sat in that desk over there…” Seijuurou said, sounding almost amused as he recited the information he’d read earlier when researching the city. He then chuckled, a quiet and single syllable laugh that already was out of character for him. A smile appeared on his face as he turned to Shintarou, tilting his head bemusedly. 

“I am only jesting, of course. The king’s study is located several floors above: this study was for guests and other members of the royal family, such as princes and princesses.”

[tsuntsunderima]

A few days ago, a beautifully written letter was addressed to his apartment, inviting him to the formal party gathering at the historic site of Bellevue Castle, one that had caught Midorima's attention for quite some time. It was said that even the most prestigious, influential people find it difficult to receive an invitation to the castle, so rarely anybody had the chance to visit its sacred interiors.

The thought of a bustling, busy party initially put the antisocial male off, but Oha Asa suggested that he should give the opportunity a shot, for there would be a rewarding encounter in return.

The party was just as crowded and populated as he thought, most of which came in a pair of two as they headed towards the centre of the ballroom for a round of ballroom dancing, their bodies swaying gracefully along the music provided by the orchestra just above the staircase.

Midorima decided to take a break from the party by wandering around the open halls of the castle, letting the sounds of his leather shoes tapping against the marble floor envelope his hearing as he takes in the beautiful architecture. Chandeliers made of crystal dangled from the top of the high ceilings as the music from the party gets softer and softer.

One of the castle rooms caught the male's attention as he walked in. The room was just as posh as the other rooms. The bookcases were filled with old documents which give off the familiar smell of old books, something that Midorima quite enjoyed as he owned quite a few old books himself. If his memory served him right, this would be one of the studies that the previous monarch had.

A sudden, familiar voice resonated across the room. Midorima's thoughts stopped in its tracks as his eyes widened at the realisation of who it could be.

In one swift motion, the green-haired male turned around to meet with a familiar figure. The figure that both mesmerised and terrified him. A mixture of emotions welled from below his heart as his gaze softens at the other.

It was an unexpected meeting that he had never asked for. After all those years where they seemed to grow further and further apart, they've finally met again in under such circumstances.

"Akashi..." He murmured, still in shock due to the other's sudden presence. He had truly never expected the encounter to be with his former acquaintance. He wasn't just any acquaintance, however. Akashi was quite an exceptional person that had successfully claimed the throne of being Midorima's first, true friend, just like how the red-haired emperor had claimed many other thrones.

He watched as that familiar voice that was filled with both grace and authority resonated in the room. It was nostalgic to watch the figure moved across the room, reciting the details that were clearly from one of Bellevue's historic books. It was always like that, where Midorima would quietly listen to Akashi as they spend their school days enjoying a game of shogi.

When it was his turn to speak, Midorima hesitated, but nevertheless, he finally greeted his old friend.

"It's been a while, Akashi." said Midorima, his expression remained stoic, though the corner of his lips curled up ever so slightly.

[tsuntsunderima]

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

There were forecasts of slippery ice possibly forming on the puddles of water from the previous night where it drizzled. That, along with Oha Asa's warning that Cancers may encounter accidents more often puts the superstitious male on high alert at all times, even when accompanying his friend on a day out.

Clutching his lucky item in his hand, Midorima walked with extreme caution, attracting quite a few spectators commenting on his rigid way of walking.

It was then that he suddenly lost his footing to a small patch of ice on the pavement that he failed to realise, causing him to slip backwards, only for Akashi to catch him right in his arms, preventing him from falling to the hard, concrete pavement.

Midorima slowly opened his eyes as emerald hues locked onto rubellite ones. They maintained this stance for about a few seconds before he realised what had happened.

As soon as the other made a preposterous statement, Midorima immediately sprang back up from Akashi's arms, followed by a stuttering retort.

"Y-You know that wasn't my intention, Akashi!" He exclaimed, trying to hide his embarrassment by tilting his spectacles in the hopes of hiding the pink-coloured flush that appeared across his cheeks.

"And I didn’t faint either.” He added, pouting slightly as he walked ahead of the red-haired in his usual tsundere way.

[lovelornrocketscientist]

cute shippy starters

Adapted from this post. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba—goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

Credit: @alwaysbellamyblake

[veroptivus-blog]

@tsuntsunderima

     He’d been taking a tour of the campus when he heard it, lilting melody resounding across the halls from an undisclosed location nearby. From it, Yuuri could see the ice in his mind — below his feet, as he turned and jumped to music crafted just for this occasion. Or rather, it could have been. Piano notes with full potential for something greater. 

     Almost unintentionally, he looked for the source of the music, until he stumbled into what he assumed to be a music room. And as soon as the music stopped, he felt the need to explain himself.

     “…I could hear your music from a few rooms away. You play really well.”

[tsuntsunderima]

Inside the deserted hallways of the university. A tall, bespectacled male sat in one of its rooms, next to a baby grand. The soft light from beyond the windows illuminating his figure and the jet-black piano as the cool, wintery breeze blew.

The holidays meant that there are only a few students and lecturers lurking in the university grounds, which was the perfect scenario for the green-haired pianist.

His slender fingers gently brushed over the cool ivory keys in delicate movements, feeling the cold hard material under his fingertips.

Midorima re-adjusted his seat to the right position before facing towards the keyboard. He slowly took off the white bandages that protected his fingers on his left hand, revealing the pristine, white skin that was hidden below the fabric. He then placed his lucky item of the day, a snowflake keychain, onto the piano.

Emerald hues twinkled as he placed his hands onto the ivories. He closed his eyes, steadily letting his mind take him somewhere far away as his fingers started to dance gracefully over the keys. The playful tune resonated across the room out to the hallways, echoing the melodies produced from the piano.

As his fingers continued to waltz through the music, his mind took him to a magical world where a lone dancer danced to the rhythm of his music with grace and delicacy. The dancer moved beautifully as he serenaded with the music itself, becoming one with it along the dance.

Yet, good times do end eventually as the waltz reached its end, signified by its grand crescendos and strong notes, followed by the slow but great finale.

The pianist's hands lifted from the keys, taking in the cool air surrounding him before an unknown stranger made their presence in the room he was in.

Those twinkling emerald hues quickly darted towards the voice, Midorima's cheeks slightly flushed as his eyes widened.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked, hiding his astonishment with his usual cold tone. "You aren't supposed to be here."

[tsuntsunderima]

"SANTA CLAUS IS ON FIRE!!"

Midorima had encountered quite an awful lot of burning Santas over the span of few days, mostly revolving burning beards or hats. To what reason as to why they managed to get themselves on fire was beyond Midorima's imagination.

But how many times must he witness the burning sight of Father Christmas?

"Stop yelling you fool." He said, not amused with the chaos that's going around in the mall. There were already people firing their extinguishers at the Father Christmas-wannabe, trying to put out the flames.

It was yet another ridiculous day.

[tsuntsunderima]

"That's a nasty Bat-Bogey Hex. Great job!"

“Hmph." Midorima pushed the frames of his spectacles with his right hand, while his left hand was still pointing at the student that was running for his life from the set of bogeys he had unleashed.

Lowering his wand down before putting it back under his robes, the Ravenclaw student confessed. "Days of dealing with incompetent troublemakers do help at times." He said, the corner of his lips curling ever so slightly as he finished. The Ravenclaw student couldn't deny that he had learnt quite a handful of useful jinxes and hexes from them.

[tsuntsunderima]

"I bet I can win a race on broomsticks!"

"Are you an idiot?" Midorima chided, not amused with his senior. Viktor may be a senior student renowned for his somewhat commendable performance on a broomstick but in the end, they were only tricks designed to appeal to the crowds. Tricks alone would get him nowhere.

Even in a broomstick race, that is.

"I highly doubt that your skills as a broomstick rider would help you participate in a race, let alone win." The Ravenclaw student harshly commented as he pushed his glasses up, sitting nicely on the bridge of his nose.

[tsuntsunderima]

"Okay, who spiked the eggnog?!"

You would think that, after an incident with spiked eggnogs, Midorima would learn better from his experience.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Eggnogs are great holiday drinks enjoyed by kids and adults alike, and Midorima was quite fond of them, actually. It was a Christmas staple for his family back in Japan where eggnogs weren't that popular and he looked forward to the delicious dessert-like drink, even if he hid his eagerness with a frown.

Though he had many drinks of eggnogs before, he was unfamiliar with the fact that spiked eggnogs exist, and that was a grave mistake indeed.

Contrary to Midorima's overall cold, rather unapproachable appearance, coupled with his stubborn personality and no-nonsense attitude, his drunken side was a complete opposite of what people percept of him. It was a side that he refuses to acknowledge ever in his life.

As both were not competent dealing with new strangers in the annual Christmas party, both Midorima and Yuuri were standing by the side, next to a table filled with wondrous glasses of seeming innocent eggnog drinks. The pristine whites and scrumptious cinnamon sticks were tempting, to say the least. Eventually, they decided to take a few glasses of it, thinking that they were just your typical run-of-the-mill drinks.

They were wrong.

He could already tell that the Japanese skater was drunk, with his flushed face and heavy breathing. That should've been the warning sign for the superstitious male, yet he continued his intake of the spiked eggnog, intoxicating him further and further.

Feeling lightheaded and filled with a rush of confidence, Midorima spoke up rather loudly.

"Nonsense, why would anyone spike eggnog of all the drinks that are available to us, Katsudon Yuuri?" Midorima's words slurred a bit, though he was convinced that he spoke with utmost clarity. The pianist's cheeks were flushed with a dash of pink, his glasses slightly dispositioned but he didn't give a care.

All of a sudden, Midorima felt both of his hands being held tenderly by the skater as he was invited to a serenading dance with his party acquaintance. Instead of rejecting Yuuri with hostility, he had welcomed him with open arms as they stepped out of their boundaries completely and ventured onwards to the dance floor.

All they remembered that night, was that they had eggnog, though their Instagram feed suggested otherwise.

[tsuntsunderima]

"Care for a little bit of Christmas songs? No? Well, too bad!"

It was evident that the upcoming festivities were filling his red-haired friend with excitement, despite the other's seemingly calm, collected expressions. Those red orbs were sparkling with joy and Midorima could see it.

Probably TOO MUCH joy, for Midorima's taste.

Not that the green-haired male had any dissents towards Christmas but for the past few days, Akashi was indulging himself with numerous Christmas carols on loop at his residence. From Jingle Bells to Frosty the Snowman all the way to O Christmas Tree, it was an endless replay of familiar tunes. Familiar tunes that started to get on Midorima's nerves.

"Akashi, I know how much you value Christmas," and he really does, because what university student would still believe in the existence of Father Christmas? Nobody, except his sister and his best friend right here donned in red with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk nearby the fireplace. "But this is too much."

Too much Christmas carols in his head.