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SAD MIDORIMA HEADCANONS (。O‿O。✿)
His dad is the one that wants him to be a doctor but his mother told him to follow his dream of basketball. But his mom died shortly after he entered middle school and thats the reason he's so good at what he does- because he plays for her and he doesn't wanna let her down. (Also his little sister looks just like his mom and she comes to all his games.) That's the reason he plays the piano too. His sister was used to hearing their mom play and he took it up for her sake. His only happiness is his little sister (who had a dream of becoming an actress) and he wanted to make sure he was taken care of. That's why he came to Charisma, so that one day when she achieved her dream he could be close to her (as a makeup artist.) (。u‿u。✿)
Midorimacchi!!
"Eh?"
"What is it Kise?"
"Lets do something together, Midorimacchi!"
"That's rather sudden, but I suppose it's alright. Do you have anything in mind?"
Mama and Son [Midorima + Sakurai]
Beep. Beep. Beep. What was that sound? Sakurai groggily rolled around under the covers of his bed, hoping that the beeping noise would go away eventually. Wait a second. The boy shot up from his bed, grabbed the alarm clock that had been ringing on the desk, and stared at the time. Oh no… He was late!
Quickly prepping himself, Sakurai ran out the door. He probably had his messy bedhead, but class was more important than his looks right now. Little did he know, it was actually a weekend. Rushing down the hallway, the brunette swiftly turned, and BAM.
Falling to the floor, the small brunette looked up to see a massively tall man in glasses. “I-I’m so sorry! But, I really have to get to class!” Sakurai apologized, scrambling up and bowed once.
Midorima was quite fortunate that he wasn't carrying his lucky item toady but rather wearing it. Had he been carrying it he would have dropped it when the shorter boy he knew as Sakurai bumped into him. He must have been running late for something. Pushing up his glasses, his guess was confirmed along with several apologizes. Too bad it was Saturday.
"Sakurai," he started, grabbing the strap of the boy's bag. "It's Saturday. There is no class." After a moment of studying him, he noticed the boy looked- in short- horrible. "But there is something you're late for and that's a haircut. Come with me."
Midorimacchi!!
"Eh?"
"What is it Kise?"
☻☺ - The male was always surprised. He actually got the permit to touch the hair of the man before him. A broad smile was seen on his lips as he clapped his hands like a small child. When green-haired bent to him Kida raised his hand and tapped a finger against his hair. “They feel soft to touch!! Exciting! But why are they green?”
Midorima...couldn't answer that. His father and mother had fairly normal coloured hair. It'd always been like that and he'd never questioned it, so he'd never asked. "I was born with it, I suppose." He tensed a bit at the foreign hand, but dealt with it. His horoscope told him to be more social and if this was what being social was...
You little shit, Shintaro
✂ “That ten page essay was lacking about forty or so paragraphs, Shintaro.”
"Was it? I didn't see a problem with it. You never said it had to be 10 pages of words, just 10 pages."
here's my 10 page essay kimmie
☻☺ - Had the male before Kida really that was he thinking? .. Green hair? The blond tuft had never seen someone with green hair. Directly he got the urge to touch it. "Hey you, I wanna touch your hair, may I may I?"
That was a bit of an odd request, but his luck wasn't too bad today. Might as well. "If you must," he muttered, leaning forward slightly so that the shorter mail could touch his hair.
Sakurai was wandering around campus until he bumped into a... REALLY TALL PERSON THAT STRANGELY RESEMBLED A CARROT. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'll pay more attention to where I'm going next time!!" He quickly apologized while bowing over and over again.
Glancing down at the small boy that bumped into him, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger. He cleared his throat a bit before muttering an "It's alright. Just watch where you're going next time." He watched him for a bit. "You know you can stop bowing now."
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SWAG ALRIGHT this is the same mun as cooking-yata so /o/ u know what to do leggo lets do stuff
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ugh.. Kawaii