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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. 

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Hey~ I'm new here, but I really wanted someone to write a MidorimaxReader where Shin-chan is trying to comfort his stressed and very sad girlfriend (for no reason in particular), you think you could do it? It would mean the world to me. Thanks, all the love xx

i wrote this specially for you, my sweet. i hope things start to look up and all your headaches and worry warts be gone! enjoy :)

- Admin Pocky

ps. italics are text messages

under the cut for length :)

You sat at your desk, head in your hands, staring at the planner in front of you. You had so much–too much–to do, and no time at all. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a day to yourself, or had a day where you could just sit down and spend time with your boyfriend, whom you hadn’t seen in almost two days.

Remembering you actually had a phone, you scoured your room for it, finding it lying in between a pile of clothes and some papers from last week’s exam study guide.

You tried to turn it on, but from its lack of attention, it turned out to be dead. You plugged it in and went back to your desk, starting to look over the calendar for your class schedule and wondering how in the world you were going to have time to eat, sleep, and breathe.

The myriad of vibrations coming from the pile of laundry scared you almost half to death due to your on-edge state, and once you had calmed down and realized what the noise was from, you walked over to your phone and shifted through the notifications.

You were surprised to find that most of them were from Midorima.

One Week Ago

8:32pm - Y/n-kun, you looked upset at dinner tonight, did I do something wrong?8:40pm - It’s rude to ignore someone who is concerned about you, even if you are mad.9:21pm - I’m going to bed. Please text me when you have sorted out your feelings.

Two Days Ago

6:05am - Y/n-kun, you’re starting to worry me. Please let me know if you’re okay. I will try to wait until you text me back to see you.8:12am - Why are you avoiding me? Y/n-kun, I haven’t even seen you at school for about a week.4:57pm - I guess this is a hint for me to stop bothering you. I just want you to know that I love you, and if I did something wrong I would like for us to talk about it so it won’t happen again in our future.11:42pm - Goodnight, y/n, I love you.

Today

3:16am - Y/n, please, I can’t stop worrying about you. I need to see you, I need to know that you’re okay.7:28am - I spoke to your mother and she says that you’re probably just busy. If that is the case, please let me come over. I can help.10:30am - Listen, y/n, I am a considerate man, you know that. But I am not above coming over to your house uninvited, because I am worried about you.11:46am - I am on my way. I need to make sure you’re okay.

You widened your eyes at Midorima’s last text before glancing at the clock. It was 12:03pm, he was bound to be at your house any minute now. You darted to the bathroom to take a quick look in the mirror, growing even more horrified at your disheveled head of hair and dark circles under your eyes.

You ran back to your room to get your bag of makeup and other things to make it look like you were perfectly fine, but ran straight into someone in the hallway.

You began to fall backwards, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and kept you steady, and pulled you to a strong chest. You knew who it was, but you kept your eyes squeezed shut for fear of what his expression at your appearance may be.

“Y/n, why are your eyes closed? You wouldn’t have run into me if they were open.” Midorima states, still holding on to you. You feel your bottom lip start to tremble and you squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, not wanting to cry in front of your boyfriend.

You didn’t even know why you wanted to cry, the wave of emotion just from seeing him hit you like a tsunami—love, fear, guilt, anxiety, and happiness hit you all at the same time. And before long, you were staining his sweater with your tears and saliva, the tight fist of stress, anxiety, and bottled-up feels finally being unclenched.

Midorima stiffened, not sure as to why you were crying or why he felt so moved by your tears; he sighed and picked you up bridal style, carrying you close to his chest so that your head always had a place to rest. When he reached your room, he kicked the door shut and sat down on your bed, taking in the unkempt state of the room.

Papers from last week’s exam study guide were piled in the corner, your desk was flooded with the planners you kept for your academic, social, and extracurricular activities, and dirty laundry was scattered everywhere. He spotted the phone on its charger in the corn atop a pile of dirty laundry and deduced what had happened. And the fact that your bed didn’t look like it had been slept in for a while.

“Y/n, what’s been going on?” Midorima asked quietly, letting his taped fingers trace your cheekbone lightly. You whimpered at the long-awaited touch of your boyfriend, surprised at his affection and gentle tone. You brought your arms to circle his neck and hugged him as tight as you could, trying to apologize without words.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You choked outenforcing biting back another sob.

“And I, you.” He continued to lightly trace your cheekbone, your jawline, your chin, anywhere that he could see had been tainted by tears.

“I am in way over my head.” You sniffled, letting Midorima go and leaning back to look at him. He looked worried. More worried than you had ever seen him—it was etched into every line and jut of his face. “I have more on my plate than I can handle…and I guess, I thought I could do it, but I ended up just becoming a recluse. And making you worry.”

“Y/n, you know you can’t get rid of me that easily.” Midorima joker unknowingly, making you giggle through the phlegm in your throat. “Why are you laughing, nanodayo?”

“I’m not trying to get rid of you, Shin. I’d never do that.” You sighed and ran a hand through your tangled hair. “And I’m sorry about my phone, I just became to busy and too stressed to even look at it…I never got any of your messages until literally twenty minutes ago.”

“Don’t worry about that now, y/n, that’s in the past. I’m glad to know you’re alive and not mad at me. You are one of the most determined and intelligent people I’ve ever met, and I know you can do a lot of things on your own, but please, remember that you can always come to me when you need anything. ” Midorima is quiet for a moment, and you can feel him tense up again before he lets out a sigh. “I’d do anything for you at this point.” He says slowly.

“Is this your worry talking or…are you sick?”

“I’m being serious, nanodayo. Having you disappear for a week made me realize…how much better it makes my life to have your around. I enjoy your company…and…I need you in my life. Please don’t disappear again.”

You buried your face in your hands for fear of letting your furious blush make your room glow, and felt the wave of tears wash over you again.

“Please don’t make me cry again, Shin.” You laughed, rubbing at your eyes. “I have a lot to do…and I could use your help getting organized.”

“Well then, let’s take a look at these schedules.” Midorima said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, lifting both of you off the bed and setting you on your feet.

“Shin?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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