Takao can tell when the emotions settle. Losing himself in the game it's like being at home, any second Miyagi could come past threatening their heads with pineapple and it would any other day on the court. There is no complaint about the extra running, in truth he needs it. It's not that his energy is higher than normal, though he can feel the beginnings of a difference, it's that he is that pent up from everything today inside and it's his release as much as it is Midorima's.
Each heavier look is met with a raise of an eyebrow, he is keeping an eye. Seeing the difference. If he knew more about Chroma and Cordis he would already know the problem. Unfortunately, he is still learning and he lets Midorima push too far without saying anything. Knowing they both needed this and not wanting to take it away. He raises the collar of his jersey, wiping sweat from his lip with a smirk.
"Okay, okay, I guess I can't let you starve." The point guard knows better than to just stop so he rolls his shoulders, arching his back as he cracks, pops, and stretches his muscles with a satisfied look on his face. Gripping elbows in turn he loosens his shoulders. Before picking up the ball and spinning it on his finger. Midorima can have it back when they eat. For now, he kind of needs it in his hands still.
Takao is not thinking of moon lacing at all and if asked he is not thinking about the fact that now he has cuddled with Midorima under a kotatsu. Basketball was for forgetting all that and he tries to keep it that way. He would, however, yell at the shooter if he knew he was needing Chroma and didn't tell him. No matter how awkward it may be, how much he will say he does not want to do it, Takao would do what he could to help. The same as Midorima has already done for him.
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Each heavier look is met with a raise of an eyebrow, he is keeping an eye. Seeing the difference. If he knew more about Chroma and Cordis he would already know the problem. Unfortunately, he is still learning and he lets Midorima push too far without saying anything. Knowing they both needed this and not wanting to take it away. He raises the collar of his jersey, wiping sweat from his lip with a smirk.
"Okay, okay, I guess I can't let you starve." The point guard knows better than to just stop so he rolls his shoulders, arching his back as he cracks, pops, and stretches his muscles with a satisfied look on his face. Gripping elbows in turn he loosens his shoulders. Before picking up the ball and spinning it on his finger. Midorima can have it back when they eat. For now, he kind of needs it in his hands still.
Takao is not thinking of moon lacing at all and if asked he is not thinking about the fact that now he has cuddled with Midorima under a kotatsu. Basketball was for forgetting all that and he tries to keep it that way. He would, however, yell at the shooter if he knew he was needing Chroma and didn't tell him. No matter how awkward it may be, how much he will say he does not want to do it, Takao would do what he could to help. The same as Midorima has already done for him.