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When Midorima wakes up in the morning, it's to the sound of someone pushing him into consciousness by calling his name. He might have been angry if it wasn't the familiar gentle tone of his beloved girlfriend's voice. When he finally is able to open his eyes, he briefly wonders if he's in heaven because surely the angel hovering inches from his face isn't real. Soft (e/c) eyes are looking down at him, plump pink lips set against her pristine skin are pulled into a sweet smile and Midorima observes the way her eyes crinkle at the corners before he realises he must have voiced his thoughts because the sound of her joyous laughter fills the room. His next thought is how it sounds like music to his ears and he blushes at how embarassing that was.
Although, he really can't help it, he honestly did think she was an angel. He hadn't put his glasses on yet so things were still kind of blurry around the edges. Including her. The way the light from the morning sun reflected off of her hair, plus the slight blurring around the edges of her figure gave her outline a soft golden glow. He thought her nothing short of an angel.
He could feel their warm breaths mingling in the space between them before she slowly closed the distance. This time he was sure he was in heaven for nothing in the world could possibly make him feel this weightless. He wondered if her lips were always this soft and made a mental note to kiss her more often; the feeling of her sweet lips gliding against his was definitely worth the embarrassment.
Although, he really can't help it, he honestly did think she was an angel. He hadn't put his glasses on yet so things were still kind of blurry around the edges. Including her. The way the light from the morning sun reflected off of her hair, plus the slight blurring around the edges of her figure gave her outline a soft golden glow. He thought her nothing short of an angel.
He could feel their warm breaths mingling in the space between them before she slowly closed the distance. This time he was sure he was in heaven for nothing in the world could possibly make him feel this weightless. He wondered if her lips were always this soft and made a mental note to kiss her more often; the feeling of her sweet lips gliding against his was definitely worth the embarrassment.
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Injuries (Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader)
Based upon Episode 34 & 35 when he gets severely injured.
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After the game against Kirisaki you promised to wait for Kiyoshi outside. He refused to let you watch the game, he knows how you get when he gets injured. Kiyoshi wouldn't hear the end of it once you find out how injured from this game. You waited patiently outside before the game ended. Crowds of people started to flood out the door, some talking about how amazing the game was and others stunned of what happened. Soon enough you saw the Seirin team come out from the doors and you immediately smiled, making your way to them. The team members were all happily talking and stop
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Bed Head. Kagami x Reader
'Ahhh! What?!?' Are the first words that come out of your mouth as you shoot up in bed, startled by a loud snore coming from the person next to you. All you wanted was to continue sleeping peacefully, but it would seem that fate is against you. Groaning, you flop back down rolling over to face the offender that had woken you up.
Kagami Taiga.
Looking at him you groggily remember that he had let you spend the night after you had stayed with him to watch one of his late night pick up games with Aomine. You had to admit he did look rather cute when he slept, with his hands tucked under his ruffled up bed head and his mouth wide open. He was cu
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Can't Let Go || Midorima Shintaro
[Midorima x reader]
For the last couple of weeks, you’d felt as if you had been walking in the wrong direction. You mind was a mess, your legs felt weak—without a purpose. Your stomach was a knot, your chest held a frozen heart.
You missed him so, so much your whole being ached. Sometimes, even breathing was hard and you would find yourself gasping for air. Your lungs would fill then, but you still felt empty.
Something had been taken from you, a part of your soul which was as important as necessary to carry on.
Upon looking into a mirror, you barely recognized your own reflection. Eyes drained of lig
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I love this so much!! <3 I love your writing!