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Title: Daily Oha Asa Horoscope for January 30, 2015
Rating: G
Warnings: brief sideways reference to tatas
Word count: 551
Prompt: "I was looking at the daily Oha-Asa and decided to check Midorima's sign and what he would have to have with him for tomorrow (Jan 30). So, his lucky color would be blue...but then I saw that his lucky item was 'A person with an A blood type'. Cue my laughter! would he hang out with Kuroko all day???"
A/N: Midorima is all too aware of incompatible blood types, but which superstition will prove stronger?
Takao approached his friend with some concern; Midorima usually didn’t glare at his phone with quite this much intensity this early in the day. “Is…everything okay?”
“No. It is most certainly not.” Only just now looking up from the display, his eyes flashed fire as he stated, “Momoi will be at the game tonight.”
Takao blinked. Of course she would, Aomine’s team was playing; where one went, the other usually followed – not unlike his own arrangement, come to think of it. He shook his head to clear it of the implications of such thoughts. “Well, probably; so what?”
“Today’s lucky items for Virgo are a letter and the color pink.”
With a sigh, Takao conceded the point. “Again, so what?”
Midorima skewered him with a glare. “Aomine’s not the only Virgo on that team. Their three-point shooter is as well.”
“Wow, Shin-chan, you’re really taking this into stalker territory, you know that, don’t you?”
Midorima ignored the interruption, adjusted his glasses with a practiced shove, and declared, “I need a stronger token, one that will offset theirs.”
“Good! You have this all figured out, I see,” Takao stated, hoping this was the case. “Shall we get some lunch?”
His voice approximating the whispery growl of an unattended forest spirit, Midorima said, “Type A. The color blue… If I could tap into that energy…but it’s firmly in enemy hands…”
“You’re starting to scare your best friend…”
Midorima graced Takao with the kind of look one bestows upon a nervous child before telling them that monsters are actually real. “Sakurai is the one I have to beat tonight. His blood type is A. And Aomi—”
“Wait, now you’re stabbing random people and having their blood tested?!?”
“Sakurai is not a random person. And as I was saying, we all know Aomine is affiliated with the color blue. It’s problematic that they are both on the very team I have to beat tonight. Not to mention they have a booster with pink hair.”
“Did you just say – no, of course you didn’t,” Takao muttered, flailing his hands as he fought to get the image of Momoi’s second most notable feature out of his head.
Without warning, Midorima stood to his full height and brandished his phone like a holy weapon. “Though it pains me much, I will do this, for my honor and the win! Come, Takao, we must hurry!”
Feeling rather like a lackey in a bad movie, Takao pedaled to the place where Midorima’s luck for the game would be decided.
~ ~ ~
Takao glanced at his watch. There was still an hour and a half before the game against Tōō; he wasn’t sure how much longer Midorima would be able to endure this.
Midorima regarded his lucky item for the day and heaved a resigned sigh. While he counted himself fortunate it was acquired so cheaply, he only hoped it would prove worth the discomfort. He was accustomed to lucky items that were awkward, or heavy, or somewhat embarrassing, but this – this was a whole new level. He propped his elbow on the table and leaned his head into his still-wrapped hand and tried not to think about it.
On the other side of the booth, Kuroko Tetsuya slurped blandly at his milkshake and marveled at Midorima’s uncharacteristic generosity.
Rating: G
Warnings: brief sideways reference to tatas
Word count: 551
Prompt: "I was looking at the daily Oha-Asa and decided to check Midorima's sign and what he would have to have with him for tomorrow (Jan 30). So, his lucky color would be blue...but then I saw that his lucky item was 'A person with an A blood type'. Cue my laughter! would he hang out with Kuroko all day???"
A/N: Midorima is all too aware of incompatible blood types, but which superstition will prove stronger?
Takao approached his friend with some concern; Midorima usually didn’t glare at his phone with quite this much intensity this early in the day. “Is…everything okay?”
“No. It is most certainly not.” Only just now looking up from the display, his eyes flashed fire as he stated, “Momoi will be at the game tonight.”
Takao blinked. Of course she would, Aomine’s team was playing; where one went, the other usually followed – not unlike his own arrangement, come to think of it. He shook his head to clear it of the implications of such thoughts. “Well, probably; so what?”
“Today’s lucky items for Virgo are a letter and the color pink.”
With a sigh, Takao conceded the point. “Again, so what?”
Midorima skewered him with a glare. “Aomine’s not the only Virgo on that team. Their three-point shooter is as well.”
“Wow, Shin-chan, you’re really taking this into stalker territory, you know that, don’t you?”
Midorima ignored the interruption, adjusted his glasses with a practiced shove, and declared, “I need a stronger token, one that will offset theirs.”
“Good! You have this all figured out, I see,” Takao stated, hoping this was the case. “Shall we get some lunch?”
His voice approximating the whispery growl of an unattended forest spirit, Midorima said, “Type A. The color blue… If I could tap into that energy…but it’s firmly in enemy hands…”
“You’re starting to scare your best friend…”
Midorima graced Takao with the kind of look one bestows upon a nervous child before telling them that monsters are actually real. “Sakurai is the one I have to beat tonight. His blood type is A. And Aomi—”
“Wait, now you’re stabbing random people and having their blood tested?!?”
“Sakurai is not a random person. And as I was saying, we all know Aomine is affiliated with the color blue. It’s problematic that they are both on the very team I have to beat tonight. Not to mention they have a booster with pink hair.”
“Did you just say – no, of course you didn’t,” Takao muttered, flailing his hands as he fought to get the image of Momoi’s second most notable feature out of his head.
Without warning, Midorima stood to his full height and brandished his phone like a holy weapon. “Though it pains me much, I will do this, for my honor and the win! Come, Takao, we must hurry!”
Feeling rather like a lackey in a bad movie, Takao pedaled to the place where Midorima’s luck for the game would be decided.
~ ~ ~
Takao glanced at his watch. There was still an hour and a half before the game against Tōō; he wasn’t sure how much longer Midorima would be able to endure this.
Midorima regarded his lucky item for the day and heaved a resigned sigh. While he counted himself fortunate it was acquired so cheaply, he only hoped it would prove worth the discomfort. He was accustomed to lucky items that were awkward, or heavy, or somewhat embarrassing, but this – this was a whole new level. He propped his elbow on the table and leaned his head into his still-wrapped hand and tried not to think about it.
On the other side of the booth, Kuroko Tetsuya slurped blandly at his milkshake and marveled at Midorima’s uncharacteristic generosity.
