Then if he knows that, Midorima should know precisely why Takao did it. Because he is so well organized, he needs Takao to ruffle his feathers on occasion. It can't be helped; it is just a fact of life.
That he has twenty million things in his head to process is a given. Will he catch himself thinking about what happened earlier, yes. Will he see himself thinking about Midorima, of course. Back home, most of his time consisted of being around, teasing, taking care of, and otherwise being in Midorima's life playing basketball. They've already shown, these aren't habits either seems inclined to break.
For the moment, Takao is doing everything he can to not think about Chroma, moonlacing, or any variant of it. Especially in regards to Midorima, they can both agree, they don't want to complicate or ruin their friendship. It's never a verbal thing, but it means a lot to Takao. Why else would he put up with the shooter? He knows he'll have to consider it all; he knows he'll have to get Chroma. And fast probably to keep himself in check but one Midorima has made him feel more confident he can do that without sex, which makes it simpler because sex with a stranger was one big hell no, no matter the circumstances. And he only knows and trusts one person here right now so yeah he is not going there, those thoughts can save themselves for a quarter past never. He'll just comfort himself that somehow he'll survive, and hopefully, he won't get weird in doing so. He knows his friend is covered in that department anyway, so Takao will find someone, maybe hold some hands, it's okay. He's not going to be weird about this at all. One thing he would be surprised at is Midorima thinking of him; the giant may want to be careful. That sounds almost like he wants to protect the point guard. Takao may not know what to do with that. It's kind of his job. He takes care of things for the other. It's one of the reasons he'll do his level best to handle his moon and Chroma on his own; he won't want to burden Midorima. Not that anything the other has ever asked of him was a burden. Takao will just pick on him at times as if it is.
He can hear Midorima coming, so when he speaks, Takao raises his arm, one eye blinked shut to look up at Midorima. He reaches his hand up, taking the offered clothes. They definitely will be better than his sweaty basketball uniform. "Thanks, I've got my pants and jacket, plus my spare uniform back at the starter house." He cannot think of it as home, not yet, maybe not ever.
Takao sits up, then moves into a standing position and rolls his neck to crack it a little. He heads off, changing as quick as he can, Midorima is sure to hear him sputter and laugh, "You know, I knew you were tall but this ridiculous."
Takao is average height, a little taller in comparison to many Japanese males. Still, he had to roll the pants more than once and the shirt well, he wears them baggy for practice, but this is a little silly, he is going to do his level best to remind his shoulder to stay put please inside the shirt. But they are clean, they are warm, and he swears they do not smell like Midorima, and if they do, he does not notice, it is not nice, not at all. Or if it is, it's because it is familiar and despite all his antics, he's a little scared and stressed right now, it's been a long day. Being here, playing basketball, teasing Shin-chan, at least he does not feel as lost as he did earlier. He is back out once he takes care of his towel and puts his shorts with his jersey.
Chaotic in personality sure he does at least know how to be tidy.
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That he has twenty million things in his head to process is a given. Will he catch himself thinking about what happened earlier, yes. Will he see himself thinking about Midorima, of course. Back home, most of his time consisted of being around, teasing, taking care of, and otherwise being in Midorima's life playing basketball. They've already shown, these aren't habits either seems inclined to break.
For the moment, Takao is doing everything he can to not think about Chroma, moonlacing, or any variant of it. Especially in regards to Midorima, they can both agree, they don't want to complicate or ruin their friendship. It's never a verbal thing, but it means a lot to Takao. Why else would he put up with the shooter? He knows he'll have to consider it all; he knows he'll have to get Chroma. And fast probably to keep himself in check but one Midorima has made him feel more confident he can do that without sex, which makes it simpler because sex with a stranger was one big hell no, no matter the circumstances. And he only knows and trusts one person here right now so yeah he is not going there, those thoughts can save themselves for a quarter past never. He'll just comfort himself that somehow he'll survive, and hopefully, he won't get weird in doing so. He knows his friend is covered in that department anyway, so Takao will find someone, maybe hold some hands, it's okay. He's not going to be weird about this at all. One thing he would be surprised at is Midorima thinking of him; the giant may want to be careful. That sounds almost like he wants to protect the point guard. Takao may not know what to do with that. It's kind of his job. He takes care of things for the other. It's one of the reasons he'll do his level best to handle his moon and Chroma on his own; he won't want to burden Midorima. Not that anything the other has ever asked of him was a burden. Takao will just pick on him at times as if it is.
He can hear Midorima coming, so when he speaks, Takao raises his arm, one eye blinked shut to look up at Midorima. He reaches his hand up, taking the offered clothes. They definitely will be better than his sweaty basketball uniform. "Thanks, I've got my pants and jacket, plus my spare uniform back at the starter house." He cannot think of it as home, not yet, maybe not ever.
Takao sits up, then moves into a standing position and rolls his neck to crack it a little. He heads off, changing as quick as he can, Midorima is sure to hear him sputter and laugh, "You know, I knew you were tall but this ridiculous."
Takao is average height, a little taller in comparison to many Japanese males. Still, he had to roll the pants more than once and the shirt well, he wears them baggy for practice, but this is a little silly, he is going to do his level best to remind his shoulder to stay put please inside the shirt. But they are clean, they are warm, and he swears they do not smell like Midorima, and if they do, he does not notice, it is not nice, not at all. Or if it is, it's because it is familiar and despite all his antics, he's a little scared and stressed right now, it's been a long day. Being here, playing basketball, teasing Shin-chan, at least he does not feel as lost as he did earlier. He is back out once he takes care of his towel and puts his shorts with his jersey.
Chaotic in personality sure he does at least know how to be tidy.