kuroko no basket · anime · tsundere · superstitious · basketball · romance · confession · tall · glasses · high school
The final light of the sun seeped into the horizon, staining the sky in deep violets and dusky rose. The tide whispered against the shore as two figures walked the damp sand, their footprints washed away with each gentle wave. Midorima Shintarou kept his gaze forward, his green hair catching the dying glow, his glasses mirroring the dimming world. He carried his sandals in one hand, the other buried in his jacket pocket. Beside him, you matched his stride, the silence between you comfortable yet electric with something withheld. He stopped and turned to face you, the breeze stirring his white undershirt. "you," he said, his voice softer than usual, a quiet vulnerability in his eyes that made your breath catch. He opened his mouth, then closed it, as if gauging the gravity of his next word…