[KuroBasu] Astrology Says So - Aomine, Midorima
Day #29 -
Title: Astrology Says So
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Characters: Aomine, Midorima, Kuroko
Rating: PG (because of Aomine)
Words: (+/-) 482
Summary: Midorima points out that Aomine is not your typical Virgo.
Notes: I don't know what this is, but I saw this prompt on fic_promptly as an Author's Choice and thought 'it fits Midorima and Aomine perfectly!' - which spawned this, heh. (And the prompt is basically the first sentence~)
It started with a simple, “All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you.”
Aomine Daiki was simply pissed now. He had been having a good day until Midorima decided that, out of the blue, they should talk more. This was a perfectly good example of why they shouldn’t be allowed to talk outside of games. “What the hell, four-eyes, did I ask for your opinion?” He looked to Kuroko for support, but his teammate merely shrugged and continued his ice cream.
“I was just making a point,” Midorima continued nonchalantly, and his ice cream was melting all over the place. Aomine would have made his own point of saying Midorima had better uses for his mouth than to trash talk, but that would have proved the arrogant shooting guard right. Sure, Aomine wasn’t a typical, friendly Virgo. He was himself, screw that astrology bullshit.
“Good for you,” Aomine managed to ground out between tightly clenched teeth. “Oi, Tetsu, are you going straight home, or do you want to hit the basketball courts?”
Midorima didn’t like to be ignored, however. “See. Here a Virgo should say, ‘Oh kind friends, won’t you join me for a game on this lovely evening?’”
Finished with his ice cream, Aomine threw it in the trash without checking whether he won or lost. It was a stupid sales strategy, anyway. “To hell with that. I’d like to hear one person who would say something like that!”
“Technically, Midorima-kun just did,” Kuroko piped up, bland but clear-cut.
“Fuck it!” Aomine turned to face the shooting guard and glared. “Do you want to have a match with me that badly? I’ll knock some of that arrogance right out of you!”
Readjusting his glasses, Midorima smiled. “Excellent. Shall we make a bet?”
Aomine gestured to Midorima’s ice cream. “You might want to get rid of those sticky fingers first, before betting anything.”
“I knew that,” the physiological response that colored Midorima’s face said otherwise, “I just forgot.”
Not bothering to contradict that, Aomine said, “You got a little on your face too.”
“Oh, Midorima-kun is blushing. That’s strange,” Kuroko stated calmly, and then he went back to his ice cream as if he hadn’t made something more obvious than it needed to be.
“I am not blushing!” insisted Midorima, rubbing at a spot on his face - and missing the ice cream on it entirely.
“More to your left,” Kuroko tried to help, “ah, no. I mean my left.”
Fed up with the pussyfooting around, Aomine just walked over and wiped it off himself. “There. That over with - basketball time! Let’s go already!”
When Aomine was far enough down the sidewalk, Midorima admitted softly, “Maybe he’s not completely unfriendly.”
“But he lacks intelligence,” Kuroko added, surprising his teammate who jumped slightly. “Oh, sorry. Did you forget I was here?”
Midorima decided not to comment because yes, he did.
Title: Astrology Says So
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Characters: Aomine, Midorima, Kuroko
Rating: PG (because of Aomine)
Words: (+/-) 482
Summary: Midorima points out that Aomine is not your typical Virgo.
Notes: I don't know what this is, but I saw this prompt on fic_promptly as an Author's Choice and thought 'it fits Midorima and Aomine perfectly!' - which spawned this, heh. (And the prompt is basically the first sentence~)
It started with a simple, “All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you.”
Aomine Daiki was simply pissed now. He had been having a good day until Midorima decided that, out of the blue, they should talk more. This was a perfectly good example of why they shouldn’t be allowed to talk outside of games. “What the hell, four-eyes, did I ask for your opinion?” He looked to Kuroko for support, but his teammate merely shrugged and continued his ice cream.
“I was just making a point,” Midorima continued nonchalantly, and his ice cream was melting all over the place. Aomine would have made his own point of saying Midorima had better uses for his mouth than to trash talk, but that would have proved the arrogant shooting guard right. Sure, Aomine wasn’t a typical, friendly Virgo. He was himself, screw that astrology bullshit.
“Good for you,” Aomine managed to ground out between tightly clenched teeth. “Oi, Tetsu, are you going straight home, or do you want to hit the basketball courts?”
Midorima didn’t like to be ignored, however. “See. Here a Virgo should say, ‘Oh kind friends, won’t you join me for a game on this lovely evening?’”
Finished with his ice cream, Aomine threw it in the trash without checking whether he won or lost. It was a stupid sales strategy, anyway. “To hell with that. I’d like to hear one person who would say something like that!”
“Technically, Midorima-kun just did,” Kuroko piped up, bland but clear-cut.
“Fuck it!” Aomine turned to face the shooting guard and glared. “Do you want to have a match with me that badly? I’ll knock some of that arrogance right out of you!”
Readjusting his glasses, Midorima smiled. “Excellent. Shall we make a bet?”
Aomine gestured to Midorima’s ice cream. “You might want to get rid of those sticky fingers first, before betting anything.”
“I knew that,” the physiological response that colored Midorima’s face said otherwise, “I just forgot.”
Not bothering to contradict that, Aomine said, “You got a little on your face too.”
“Oh, Midorima-kun is blushing. That’s strange,” Kuroko stated calmly, and then he went back to his ice cream as if he hadn’t made something more obvious than it needed to be.
“I am not blushing!” insisted Midorima, rubbing at a spot on his face - and missing the ice cream on it entirely.
“More to your left,” Kuroko tried to help, “ah, no. I mean my left.”
Fed up with the pussyfooting around, Aomine just walked over and wiped it off himself. “There. That over with - basketball time! Let’s go already!”
When Aomine was far enough down the sidewalk, Midorima admitted softly, “Maybe he’s not completely unfriendly.”
“But he lacks intelligence,” Kuroko added, surprising his teammate who jumped slightly. “Oh, sorry. Did you forget I was here?”
Midorima decided not to comment because yes, he did.