Shintaro Midorima one shot - It's Not a Choice At All

I just discovered this show, and I have so many ideas! I can promise that my next few will probably be this show!
And seriously, this guy right here needs some love, who doesn't love Shin-chan!
Read, comment, and Enjoy!
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                Kila was no fool.

                She was well aware of the green eyes that had recently begun to follow her as she left classes, that flickered to her when she came in the gym during their precious basketball practice. She knew that although his eyes never left the ball he was flawlessly shooting, he knew she was there, and was paying attention. She was also well aware that those eyes belonged to one of the most focused, dedicated men at Shutoku High.

                Shintaro Midorima, the former shooting guard of the generation of miracles.

                She knew all of this because she had her eyes on him too. He was intriguing, his taped up fingers, the lucky items he always carried, the complete sense of self-confidence. Plus, he wasn’t bad to look at either.

                So it was with her usual air of ease that she approached her friend Takao at lunch, who was sat opposite his green eyed teammate. See, for the past few days, Kila had been trying to find out just what made Midorima tick, what drove him over the edge? He was so controlled in everything he did that once she found a way to break the wall, she couldn’t imagine what he’d be like.

                “Takao-kun.” She purred, her body brushing against Midorima’s back as she stood behind him, looking at her friend. “There’s no practice tomorrow right?”

                “No, it’s rest day, why?”

                She could see that Midorima’s back was tensed, he’d stopped eating his food. He was on edge.

Perfect.    

“A couple of us are meeting downtown for a game. You haven’t made it in such a long time.”

“I’ll be there! I can’t wait!”

She chuckled at her friend’s bright enthusiasm, slowly leaning down until her lips were a breath away from Midorima’s ear. “You’re welcome to come too, Shin-chan.” Turning to walk away she winked at her friend who was gaping after her, his open mouthed expression morphing into a wicked grin as he realised her intentions.

Was she really flirting with Shin-chan? He looked at the shooter, by his posture, it seemed to be working, Takao couldn’t remember ever seeing him look so tense.

“So are you coming tomorrow?” Takao asked him.

“No.”

“But Kila-chan invited you! It’ll be fun!”

“No.”

***

                “I thought you said you weren’t coming?” Takao teased as he and Midorima walked down the street. It was evening, school was over and they were free, no practice, no games, nothing.

                “Oha Asa predicted it would be unwise for me to ignore any invitations today.”

                “You sure it’s not just that you want to see Kila-chan?”

                “Of course not.”

                Midorima sounded like his usual self, but Takao could tell something was different.

                They rounded the corner, “finally, we’re here, I’m starving!”

                Midorima said nothing, he’d assume when Kila invited them for a game she was talking about basketball, but he’d never thought…. “Pool? We’re playing pool?” The place looked small, with only a couple of pool tables and dim lighting. One of those places where the only customers were a string of regulars, and everyone else avoided the place. “Why are we here?”

                “To play with Kila-chan!” Takao said. He opened the door to a chorus of cheers, obviously Takao was well known in the place, though Midorima couldn’t understand why. Why would Takao ever come to such a dump? Kila must have persuaded him somehow.

                With his thoughts turned to Kila, it was as if she appeared out of nowhere. He could see her stood at the back table, her eyes on him. Her mouth tilted up into a smirk as she straightened up. Midorima’s eyes trailed up her figure, she hadn’t changed from her school uniform. Her legs were bare until covered by her dark skirt. The top buttons on her blouse had been undone. Her hair had been redone, pulled up into a messy bun. She looked relaxed, confident, and so tempting.

                He calmly walked towards her. “This place is a dump.” He said.

                She grinned, “I like it.”

                “It’s filthy.”

                “No it’s not, you’re just high-strung.”

                Her words struck him, she was mocking him?

                She rolled the pool cue between her fingers, “Fancy a game?”

                “No.”

                “But you came all the way here, there must have been a reason?” She asked coyly, her lips pressing together to stifle a grin at how stubborn he was being.

                “I’m leaving.” He said, beginning to turn.

                “The great shooter, Shintaro Midorima, afraid he can’t get a few balls into a couple sockets. How embarrassing.”  

                He froze, his fists tightening. How dare she mock him like this?

                He snatched a cue off the wall, grabbing the blue cube of… whatever it was. He angrily began to rub it over the top of his cue when she chuckled, moving closer to him. She placed her hands on top of his and guided his movements. “Like this.” Her hands were smooth and steady, but he wretched his own free, finishing preparing his cue by himself as she set up the table.

                “You want to break?” she asked, gesturing to the triangle of balls on the table.

                He shook his head, and she shrugged, bending over to make the first shot herself. He swallowed, he wasn’t prepared for this. Wasn’t prepared for how long her legs would look, how perfect her ass would look all bent over like that. There was a loud crack as she sent the balls scattering.

                She sighed, “I never sink anything on breaks, your turn.”

                He stood at the side of the table, deciding which ball to sink. Finding one with a nice angle he bent over, placing his hand like she had when she made her shot.

                “Hold on.” She said, walking to his side. “Try placing your hand like this… It’ll probably feel more comfortable since your hands are so big.” Again he shrugged her off, placing his hands back on the table. The ball ricochet off the corner, rolling slowly to a stop near the centre. He stood, how did he miss? He never missed. He was sure he had planned the shot properly-

                “Stop thinking so much, you’ll get used to it.” She said smoothly, cutting off his thoughts.

“What’s your sign?” He asked.

She ignored him, leaning down at the opposite side of the table to line up her shot, giving Midorima a clean line of sight down her shirt to her ample breasts-

                “Eyes on the game Shin-chan.” She sang, not taking her eyes away from the balls as she cleanly sank one. “And I’m stripes.”

                He averted his eyes, angry at himself. First for having the self-control of a 10 year old boy and looking down her shirt, and second for getting caught. He was turning into Aomine!

                The game progressed, she was winning but he wasn’t far behind. He picked up the style of play quickly, and was only a few behind when she smoothly sank the eight ball into her pre-called pocket.

                She stood, turning to face him again. “I win.” She said with that smirk, and he couldn’t stop himself. Somehow his hands latched around her thighs and then he was lifting her onto the edge of the table and nestling himself between her legs.

                He saw her look over his shoulder, the place had gotten busier, it was loud and noisy now, and their table was set apart, back in the shadows. No one would miss them.

                Her eyes flicked back to his, powerful shards of emerald that ground her to her core. She had never seem them so full of raw emotion, all his control and inhibition cast aside. And then he was kissing her, his hand capturing the side of her neck and tilting her face up so he could kiss her better. His lips tilted, pressing harshly against her own. She arched her back into him, sitting taller, her hand curling into her hair and pulling him down into her. Her eyes rolled close, losing herself in the man towering above her, controlling her completely. Because Kila was not one to submit easily, and she certainly hadn’t given up yet, but she knew she was powerless against him. She wanted this, just as much as he did. Her lips angled against his, parting when she felt his tongue run smoothly against them. She kissed him harder as her tongue brushed teasingly against his, only enraging him more as she refused to give in.

                Shivers ran down her spine at the intensity of the kiss. She began to feel lightheaded. Sure she had been kissed before, but never like this, this was something different entirely. She bit back a groan as he lightly sucked at her lower lip, before gently nipping it and breaking the kiss.  

                Her heart beat erratically in her chest as she met his gaze.

                “What was that?” She asked breathlessly, “not that I’m complaining because-”

                “What’s your sign?” He cut her off, his eyes demanding.

                She grinned, “If you had to guess, what would you say?”

                “You’re stubborn, and lazy, and self-indulging. I’d say Taurus.”

                She chuckled, one of her legs wrapping around his hips and forcing him closer to her until there was no space left between them. She stretched her neck up until it was at his ear and she murmured, “And what did Oha Asa say about me today?”

                Cancer, be careful today when dealing with Taurus. They are tricky and up to no good, fueled by the passing of Venus.

                Not that he’d tell her that, she would only take pleasure in knowing that Taurus had power over Cancer today.

                “I looked it up you know, the compatibility of Cancer and Taurus,” she said, “I’ve never been into astrology but I think you might be able to convince me.”

                He looked at her, curious.

                “Because if it’s real, then we are going to have some Damn. Good. Sex.”

***

                Takao glanced over at the back table to see how Shin-chan and Kila-chan were doing, almost dropping his cue in the process. The tips of his ears turned red and he looked away, leaning down to make the shot in his own game. He missed, of course, how could he have made the shot when his mind was full of images of his friends-

                Anyway, it was about time.

                “Nice going Shin-chan.”

                Because if anyone needed to loosen up and get laid, it was Midorima. And Kila was thinking the exact same thing.