accurately: (my shots never miss weh wehhhh)
Midorima Shintarou ([personal profile] accurately) wrote in [community profile] prismaticrap 2020-07-13 01:15 am (UTC)

Midorima doesn't let his emotions get to him often. It's rare that they do. But right now is the perfect storm of loss of someone important, only to gain someone else important to him who he hadn't seen in so long. Someone that he actively refused to admit meant as much to him, and yet had talked to both Weiss and Eichi about in spite of himself. He was a part of his life, and feeling those conflicting emotions is a lot right now.

He's feeling a lot of it right now, all brimming to the surface, and yet held at the perfect distance by the sound of the ball pounding against pavement from Takao's dribbling, the feeling of the light wind brushing past the two of them. The sounds of other people running around at the park near the courts fades into the background. He doesn't think anyone could've done this move without practicing it for a year. There wasn't anyone else here who could do it, and even after Akashi had told him that they would in the near future (Midorima didn't want to think about timelines), he knew that Takao wouldn't miss. He had confidence in that, and focused entirely on making his portion of the shot before his hand even touched the ball.

It goes in, of course. Neither of them had any doubt that it would.

Midorima doesn't wait for Takao to fetch the ball this time. Maybe it's just a need to keep moving, to avoid letting that wall between him and the emotions that are threatening to make him deal with them. But he's going to get the ball he just shot himself, using his enhanced speed to make it there faster than Takao has ever seen him move, then quickly passing it back. They just need to keep playing, for now. They don't need to say anything else.

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