#and shutoku deserves to win a fucking championship gdi

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10 for midotaka please!! And thank you for all the lovely writing 😍

Aw thanks buddy!!! I’m glad you like it <3

Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari + 10) lifting someone up out of excitement 

They won.

They won. The buzzer went off the same exact moment the ball snapped against the floor one more time, flying high from the impact of Shintarou’s three.

The air was literally crisp from tension. For a second, everything seemed to come to a halt; Shintarou’s hand was frozen in the same stupid position he held for a second too long, their opponents stopped mid-sprint, and even Takao was stuck in his little semi-squat, still processing. They won. It went in. It should’ve been obvious, because Shintarou was amazing, but,

they won.

The roar of the crowd seemed to resume the world. It was so piercing, so loud that it brought the life back to their stilled frames. He looked around, watching as Miyaji burst into tears, their teammates bumping shoulders and throwing arms around each other, Aomine Daiki finally tearing his wild eyes from their own hoop to stare at Shintarou in disbelief. And Shintarou stared back at him, mouth agape, eyes wide behind his glasses.

Takao’s legs moved on instinct. He thought they’d give up on him by now, was sure ever since the start of the fourth quarter, but they were marching forward, and then running, forcing him to collide with another hot, sweaty mess of skin and muscles and soaked basketball jersey that he swung his arms around, holding on, holding him close.

‘Takao, what-’ Shintarou was cut off with a yelp, scrambling to hold onto Takao’s shoulders as he squeezed tight around his torso, leaning back, back- and then, Shintarou was in the air, held up by Takao’s arms, his entire weight on him, like it had been this whole time, during this match and even before that, ever since Takao decided to get over his jealousy and support him, basically ever since they’ve been playing basketball together.

And Takao didn’t even know it. He was so preoccupied with admiring Shintarou, that he failed to realize how worthless he would be without him. He didn’t know, wouldn’t understand how great he was; he just screamed in Shintarou’s ear, his expression one of pure bliss, chin wedged into Shintarou’s chest, and Shintarou couldn’t help holding on, twisting his fingers into dark hair and squeezing, for once in his life wholly giving himself over to uncontrolled, sheer euphoria.

He knew Takao would be there to catch him when he came down. He knew he’d shake hands with Aomine, and he would offer him a smile and a snarky remark about not letting him win next time, and he knew, most of all, that it would be all right.

#ask and i shall answer #midotaka #finally i wrote something not heartbreaking for these two! #who woulda fucking THOUGHT #prompt drabble #vmine #thank you for sending this it was so great to write <3 #i love soft midotaka they have my heart #and shutoku deserves to win a fucking championship gdi