He thinks, yes, really thinks because that is not happening ever Midorima-sama as if, he is lucky he gets Ace-sama "Mido-chan.." He seems to contemplate this "Nah, Shin-chan fits you better." He will probably get ace now and again because he earned it, but that's it, don't push it!

Any thoughts of anything other than what Midorima just said flees his mind instantly "What, seriously." Now he is looking closer; he knew Midorima had been here a while, but it never occurred to him to look for injuries. They played as well as they always do after all.

"Archery? What about your fingers?" He is leaning then, looking at that left hand. He is shaken, evident in the way his eyes go wide. Does his freaking left hand have a scar?! Okay, that is too much, that is the magic hand, it should be left alone at all costs. Takao carries extra tape to be sure of that.

"What the hell?" Oh, he is learning some form of self-defense, screw this place. Monsters, ghosts, cults.