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Midorima x Reader Chapter 3: Smile
Author’s note
Sorry for the long wait. I hope this turned out extra good for the pain I’ve caused you Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 3:
Your head remained safely tucked in Midorima’s warm, bare chest which you of course, hadn't noticed at the moment. As you continue to absorb the warmth, your hands begin to explore freely on his smooth skin. But you snap back into reality, and a hint of red appears on your face, getting darker and darker as your senses begin to kick in one by one. You let go of him, and fall back, your arms reach for the ground and attempt to hold your body up.
“Mid-orima-s-san,” you stutter out of embarrassment.
He looks at you, as if an ant on the ground with those green, emotionless eyes, “It looks like you've stopped crying. It would've been a bother if my father, or yours were to know that you've been crying in my company,” he says in a cold tone, staying still for a second, then getting up, leaving you on the ground, but looking over his shoulder for a second.
You smile despite how hostile he was. “Of course. My father would worry, and you’d get in trouble. I’m glad you did what you had done. I tend to be a bit sensitive,” you say, going along with the scenario and looking up at the boy with a bright smile. It’s not like Midorima would've said “Oh (name)! I did that because I’m hopelessly in love with you!” or something.
He frowns for a second, then walks out of the door. “We should both get some sleep. You start school tomorrow don’t you?”
You push your arms, forcing them to raise your body, then stand on your two feet. You did indeed start school tomorrow. You were going to Shutoku high, considering the distance and district, but it was also one of the things your dad had informed you before your arrival. All though, at the time, you just thought that you would be living near the school, at your own house, (or apartment).
Erasing the thought, you straighten your posture, and head out of the bathroom.
As you stand next to Midorima, you stare at the giant king sized bed, unusual for a teenage boy. But then you realize...you had to share this bed, with a boy, that was half naked.
Midorima looks at the girl, a red tone appearing on her (Skin color/adjective) skin, and lets out a sigh.
“I suppose it’s unusual for you to share a bed?” He asks, turning his head to look at you.
You face him. “Hm?” “Oh, yeah. I guess. But if it’s necessary I can handle it,” you say, although just trying not to show how nervous you truly were.
He looks at you for a second. “You’re not a good of an actress as you think you are. I can see that you truly don’t want to. Very well, I will sleep on the couch,” he says, turning to look at a leather couch, that was left of the bed.
You shiver, at the thought of the horrible back pain, but you aren’t one to take advantage of such things. “Oh..um are you sure? I can sleep on the couch, it’s your house after all,” you say.
“No, it’s fine. My job is to make sure you feel comfortable here. Don’t be so stubborn or you’ll truly be troublesome,” he replies, looking down at you with those green eyes of his, making you feel as if on a lower level.
You hesitate a bit, but take a look at the bed and decide that it’s okay to be a bit selfish once and a while. “If you insist. Thank you,” you smile, looking up at him, then head for the bed, quickly escaping the *slowly building* awkward aroma.
But you are then greeted with the most comfortable looking bed yet. Your eyes sparkled as you look at it. It had a giant form, which was a relief considering you always sleep on a tiny bed with absolutely no room. You touch the bed with your right hand, and almost melt. It was a memory foam mattress, coated with egyptian cotton sheets, along with the same material comforter. You had only ever knew that bed like these were real, years ago in some furniture store. Of course it was so expensive you walked away buying absolutely nothing but whatever your mom was looking for.
“Well?” You hear the sound of Midorima Shintarou calling from behind.
You turn, giving a simple “hm?”
He sighs. “Well are you going to sleep or stand there like an idiot all day?”
You blush, realizing it wasn’t normal to have people touch your beds and come up with a reply. “Sorry! It’s just...your beds so...nice and soft compared to mines,” you say, picturing the small, old bed. The noisy springs, and uncomfortable pillow.
“Well, it wasn’t always like this,” Midorima folds his arms.
“Oh?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
“No matter how you look at it, I’m a regular teenage boy. I sleep on regular beds. Your usually full sized beds with cheap sheets. But, my father had it replaced one week before your arrival. Naturally, it was to please you,” he explains.
You blush, flattered at the thought. Who doesn’t want to find out that something so grand was done on their behalf? “Oh my, he didn’t have to do that, truly. Please tell your father that I appreciate his hospitality,” you say.
“I’ll make sure to,” he replies.
You look at the bed for one last second, and then begin to climb on, feeling the memory foam move as you do.
You lay down when you finally get to the middle, then move your legs under the comforter, pulling it up after. You let your body sink in the mattress, feeling the soft cotton against your skin, and the warm comforter surrounding your body. You smile an idiotic and *weird* smile, staring at the ceiling, as if surrounded in rainbows and butterflies, forgetting Midorima was watching you.
Midorima watches the girl as she climbs up the bed, body so small compared to his. And he smiles slightly as he watches her idiotic face. He didn’t especially like her, maybe he pitied her, and felt like doing some charity work. But he remembered full and well how it happened.
His dad had sat him down one day, and told him about a girl. Somehow it was as if he were telling him a tragic story. It was about a happy girl, one who smiled brightly and loved life, but slowly the girl would cry everyday, stop smiling, and lived everyday in pain. And then his dad asked him to marry her. And Midorima didn't know what to think that day. But he remembered, the way his father told him about the girl's father, (who was his best friend) who begged for his daughter's happiness. And maybe it pulled a this heart strings, because Midorima remembered saying that he would help her. And asking himself What type of person is she? He remembered his dad smiling, because he could finally make it up to his friend, who helped him out all those years. And at the end, he remembered himself smiling.
“Midorima-san” a voice calls, snapping the green haired male out of his daze.
“What is it?” He replies, as if nothing happened.
“It’s just….you were smiling for a while there. It’s kind of creeping me out,” the girl calls.
“Sorry,” he sweat drops. “Goodnight, (name)-san,” he says, walking off.
First, Midorima heads for the bedroom cabinet, grabbing a blanket, then stared at the couch, groaning.
But he looks at the girl that lay on the bed comfortably, and sighs.
He manages to make his way to the couch, (turning the lights off in advance.) Set his body down, and pull the blanket over.
Suddenly......."Good night," he hears.
He smiles slightly, then replies. "good night,"
Midorima stares at the ceiling, his hand touches his chest, where she had cried on and he thinks.
So this is the type of person you are. The way you cried tells me you were hurt, but the way you act is so calm and you smile so happily, the way you manage to do everything, despite sometimes not wanting to, You do it for the happiness of others. (Name) you deserve happiness. That's why, I've now officially agreed, I will make you happy, I will make you smile, even if in the end I myself can't be happy. Because you do it all the time, carry through to bring other happiness, yet why don't they return the favor? Good night, (name). Dream of something beautiful tonight. And smile tomorrow. (Midorima's so fluffy. I wanna hug him)
He turns his body to face the inside of the couch, then slowly drifted to sleep.

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To Be Titled
Midorima x Reader Chapter 3: Smile
Author’s note
Sorry for the long wait. I hope this turned out extra good for the pain I’ve caused you Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 3:
Your head remained safely tucked in Midorima’s warm, bare chest which you of course, hadn't noticed at the moment. As you continue to absorb the warmth, your hands begin to explore freely on his smooth skin. But you snap back into reality, and a hint of red appears on your face, getting darker and darker as your senses begin to kick in one by one. You let go of him, and fall back, your arms reach for the ground and attempt to hold your body up.
“Mid-orima-s-san,” you stutter out of embarrassment.
He looks at you, as if an ant on the ground with those green, emotionless eyes, “It looks like you've stopped crying. It would've been a bother if my father, or yours were to know that you've been crying in my company,” he says in a cold tone, staying still for a second, then getting up, leaving you on the ground, but looking over his shoulder for a second.
You smile despite how hostile he was. “Of course. My father would worry, and you’d get in trouble. I’m glad you did what you had done. I tend to be a bit sensitive,” you say, going along with the scenario and looking up at the boy with a bright smile. It’s not like Midorima would've said “Oh (name)! I did that because I’m hopelessly in love with you!” or something.
He frowns for a second, then walks out of the door. “We should both get some sleep. You start school tomorrow don’t you?”
You push your arms, forcing them to raise your body, then stand on your two feet. You did indeed start school tomorrow. You were going to Shutoku high, considering the distance and district, but it was also one of the things your dad had informed you before your arrival. All though, at the time, you just thought that you would be living near the school, at your own house, (or apartment).
Erasing the thought, you straighten your posture, and head out of the bathroom.
As you stand next to Midorima, you stare at the giant king sized bed, unusual for a teenage boy. But then you realize...you had to share this bed, with a boy, that was half naked.
Midorima looks at the girl, a red tone appearing on her (Skin color/adjective) skin, and lets out a sigh.
“I suppose it’s unusual for you to share a bed?” He asks, turning his head to look at you.
You face him. “Hm?” “Oh, yeah. I guess. But if it’s necessary I can handle it,” you say, although just trying not to show how nervous you truly were.
He looks at you for a second. “You’re not a good of an actress as you think you are. I can see that you truly don’t want to. Very well, I will sleep on the couch,” he says, turning to look at a leather couch, that was left of the bed.
You shiver, at the thought of the horrible back pain, but you aren’t one to take advantage of such things. “Oh..um are you sure? I can sleep on the couch, it’s your house after all,” you say.
“No, it’s fine. My job is to make sure you feel comfortable here. Don’t be so stubborn or you’ll truly be troublesome,” he replies, looking down at you with those green eyes of his, making you feel as if on a lower level.
You hesitate a bit, but take a look at the bed and decide that it’s okay to be a bit selfish once and a while. “If you insist. Thank you,” you smile, looking up at him, then head for the bed, quickly escaping the *slowly building* awkward aroma.
But you are then greeted with the most comfortable looking bed yet. Your eyes sparkled as you look at it. It had a giant form, which was a relief considering you always sleep on a tiny bed with absolutely no room. You touch the bed with your right hand, and almost melt. It was a memory foam mattress, coated with egyptian cotton sheets, along with the same material comforter. You had only ever knew that bed like these were real, years ago in some furniture store. Of course it was so expensive you walked away buying absolutely nothing but whatever your mom was looking for.
“Well?” You hear the sound of Midorima Shintarou calling from behind.
You turn, giving a simple “hm?”
He sighs. “Well are you going to sleep or stand there like an idiot all day?”
You blush, realizing it wasn’t normal to have people touch your beds and come up with a reply. “Sorry! It’s just...your beds so...nice and soft compared to mines,” you say, picturing the small, old bed. The noisy springs, and uncomfortable pillow.
“Well, it wasn’t always like this,” Midorima folds his arms.
“Oh?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
“No matter how you look at it, I’m a regular teenage boy. I sleep on regular beds. Your usually full sized beds with cheap sheets. But, my father had it replaced one week before your arrival. Naturally, it was to please you,” he explains.
You blush, flattered at the thought. Who doesn’t want to find out that something so grand was done on their behalf? “Oh my, he didn’t have to do that, truly. Please tell your father that I appreciate his hospitality,” you say.
“I’ll make sure to,” he replies.
You look at the bed for one last second, and then begin to climb on, feeling the memory foam move as you do.
You lay down when you finally get to the middle, then move your legs under the comforter, pulling it up after. You let your body sink in the mattress, feeling the soft cotton against your skin, and the warm comforter surrounding your body. You smile an idiotic and *weird* smile, staring at the ceiling, as if surrounded in rainbows and butterflies, forgetting Midorima was watching you.
Midorima watches the girl as she climbs up the bed, body so small compared to his. And he smiles slightly as he watches her idiotic face. He didn’t especially like her, maybe he pitied her, and felt like doing some charity work. But he remembered full and well how it happened.
His dad had sat him down one day, and told him about a girl. Somehow it was as if he were telling him a tragic story. It was about a happy girl, one who smiled brightly and loved life, but slowly the girl would cry everyday, stop smiling, and lived everyday in pain. And then his dad asked him to marry her. And Midorima didn't know what to think that day. But he remembered, the way his father told him about the girl's father, (who was his best friend) who begged for his daughter's happiness. And maybe it pulled a this heart strings, because Midorima remembered saying that he would help her. And asking himself What type of person is she? He remembered his dad smiling, because he could finally make it up to his friend, who helped him out all those years. And at the end, he remembered himself smiling.
“Midorima-san” a voice calls, snapping the green haired male out of his daze.
“What is it?” He replies, as if nothing happened.
“It’s just….you were smiling for a while there. It’s kind of creeping me out,” the girl calls.
“Sorry,” he sweat drops. “Goodnight, (name)-san,” he says, walking off.
First, Midorima heads for the bedroom cabinet, grabbing a blanket, then stared at the couch, groaning.
But he looks at the girl that lay on the bed comfortably, and sighs.
He manages to make his way to the couch, (turning the lights off in advance.) Set his body down, and pull the blanket over.
Suddenly......."Good night," he hears.
He smiles slightly, then replies. "good night,"
Midorima stares at the ceiling, his hand touches his chest, where she had cried on and he thinks.
So this is the type of person you are. The way you cried tells me you were hurt, but the way you act is so calm and you smile so happily, the way you manage to do everything, despite sometimes not wanting to, You do it for the happiness of others. (Name) you deserve happiness. That's why, I've now officially agreed, I will make you happy, I will make you smile, even if in the end I myself can't be happy. Because you do it all the time, carry through to bring other happiness, yet why don't they return the favor? Good night, (name). Dream of something beautiful tonight. And smile tomorrow. (Midorima's so fluffy. I wanna hug him)
He turns his body to face the inside of the couch, then slowly drifted to sleep.