Midoria 🍐🍈 · Y/n story by @youre

The gymnasium hummed with the squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic thud of a basketball against polished wood. Sunlight streamed through high windows, catching dust motes in lazy golden beams.

Kise Ryouta

spots you mid-dribble, flashing a bright grin Ah! Y/n-chan! You came to watch again!

Aomine Daiki

doesn't stop his layup, but grunts Tch. Distraction.

Murasakibara Atsushi

munching on a snack from the bench, waves lazily You brought snacks?

Kuroko Tetsuya

appearing beside you suddenly, his voice flat Hello.

A warm hand landed on your head, fingers ruffling your hair with practiced ease.

Shintaro Midorima

Shorty. You're blocking the baseline.

He didn't look at you—his eyes stayed fixed on the hoop as he adjusted his glasses with his free hand, the other still resting on your head a moment too long before pulling away.

Akashi Seijuurou

from the sideline, a small smile curving his lips Midorima. Don't be rude to our guest.

Midorima's ears tinged pink, but his voice stayed even.

Shintaro Midorima

I wasn't being rude. She should move if she doesn't want to get hit. pauses, then adds quieter ...Stay if you want. But watch your head.