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Midorima Shintaro or a carrot… both are possible

(M/n) smiled warmly at his slightly stoic, mostly tsundere, little brother. The green-haired boy was carrying a porcelain frog with him, his lucky item of the day.

“Taro!” (M/n) greeted, running to his little bro for a hug. It would’ve succeeded, if he hadn’t tripped over his own feet, slapping the lucky item out of his brother’s hands, and landed on his face. Midorima sighed and pushed up his glasses with his taped fingers. (M/n) only looked in horror at the broken lucky item. “Oh...” He looked up at his brother. “Taro.. I’m sorry…” Midorima looked away from his brother.

“Luckily I expected something like this from you,” he said. “And I’ve taken the time to buy more than one Kerosuke this morning.” With that the green-haired boy took out another Kerosuke out of the large pocket of his jacket. The only thing (M/n) could do was smile sheepishly and stand up, before his little brother would proceed to scold him for lying on the floor.

“I’m so glad that you’ve taken precautions to my visit, Taro!” (M/n) said, before slapping his little brother on the shoulder in a friendly matter. Only a bit too hard, since it caused Midorima to let go of his lucky item. Another Kerosuke fell on the ground. Midorima glared at his older brother, who just laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head.

“Oops?” (M/n) asked. Midorima just sighed again, before turning around.

“Let’s go…” he muttered. “Luckily I’ve some other Kerosuke’s in the gym.”

Shutoku’s basketball team looked up when their shooting guard and another strange (h/c) male walked into the gym. Takao looked at the other male, before concluding that this had to be Midorima’s brother, even though they couldn’t be more different. While Midorima was just looking forward with a stoic look on his face, (M/n) kept looking around the gym, a big smile on his face. Then the older brother walked forward, probably with the intention of introducing himself. Instead, he ended up getting a stray ball into the face, bumped into the coach dizzily and fell over a bench, landing on his brother’s bag. A crash was heard from the bag. (M/n) looked at the bag and took out something. It was a green shard. A look of horror spread across (M/n)’s face, when he realised those were the remains of more than four Kerosuke’s. Takao used his hand to stifle a laugh at the look on the brothers’ faces. (M/n) looked absolutely terrified, trying to put the lucky items together again, while Midorima looked like he could kill his big brother.

“I’M SORRY, TARO!!” (M/n) screamed, pushing his head against the floor while bowing in apology. “I’M SUCH A TERRIBLE BROTHER, I SHOULD JUST DIE!” When (M/n) looked up, they could see tears streaming down his face.

“Stop being so dramatic, you idiot,” Midorima hissed, trying to keep in his anger. “Go sit on the bench and don’t move.” (M/n) hurried to do as he was told.

After a while Takao walked towards (M/n), who was pulling strange faces in order to keep in a sneeze. He didn’t want to distract his little brother by making a sound. Another Kerosuke, Midorima’s last one, was standing next to him on the bench.

“What are you doing?” Takao asked, when (M/n) pulled another strange face. (M/n) just shook his head, signalising he couldn’t talk at the moment. The other members of the team were engaged in a practise match, playing 3 vs 3. Takao decided to sit down next to the (h/c) male, instead of next to his team members. “So how’s Shin-chan as a brother?” (M/n) started smiling, his sneeze forgotten.

“Taro’s really cute, especially when I hug him,” (M/n) started gushing. “His expressions are really cute, even when he’s mad. Makes him look like a tomato, even though he looks more like a carrot now.” And with that a conversation started between the two, with (M/n) telling Takao all kind of embarrassing secrets from his little brother. After a while the two started to watch the match again. But just as Midorima was about to shoot, (M/n) sneezed, loudly. Midorima’s shot missed, and he turned around, glaring at his brother.

“SORRY!!” (M/n) shouted at his brother’s glare. “I just had to sneeze!” Midorima glared, but after a while he sighed and pushed up his glasses.

“That doesn’t mean you have to sound like a sick elephant,” he muttered loud enough for everyone to hear him.

“SICK ELEPHANT?!” (M/n) exclaimed, waving around his arms in an opposing manner. Meanwhile Takao was trying not to die from laughter. That was until a crash was heard. Midorima’s eyes widened.

“KEROSUKE!!”

“…Oops…”