Kuroko no Basuke Oneshots

Midorima x Reader (Only I Can See)

(( Midorima Shintaro x Reader

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-Reader's POV-

February.

The month that I hate the most.

You ask me why?

Well, duh? Color red irritates me!

(( For the people who loves red, please bear with me. ))

Also, you can see couples flirting everywhere.

Bouquets, flowers, roses, hearts, cards, love letters, chocolates, and anything concerning Valentines! I can see it anywhere and everywhere!

I entered the school with my closest friend, Takao-kun, and opened my locker. My eyes widened when I noticed that there is a letter on my shoes. I blinked several times.

I hate this kind of thing. But, maybe it's not a love letter.

"Woah! A love letter! Hurry and open it up, (L/n)-chan!" Takao-kun chimed as he peek on my locker through my shoulder.

"Okay, okay. There's no way it'll be a love letter, though." I said as I lazily reached out my hand and opened the neatly folded paper from my locker.

It says..."I'm sorry to trouble you, but can we meet at the rooftop later at lunch break?"

"Wow! It really is a love letter!" Takao-kun exclaimed and snatched the piece of paper on my hands, checking if he read it right.

"There's no confession written, he's just asking me to go to the rooftop." I corrected him.

This handwriting... Nah, impossible.
But... it's sort of familiar I think I know who...
Then again, it's clearly impossible if it's "him"!!

As I walk through the hallways of Shuutoku, I kept wondering about the person who put that letter to my locker.

I stayed at the backyard, resting under a tree.

Geez, just who? Urgh... I guess the only way to know is to go at the rooftop.

Suddenly, I felt a presence of someone... near me. I shrugged the thought off and just took some rest, napping for a bit.

The bell rang so I went to our classroom. When I entered the class, Midorima-kun and I met gazes. I slightly gasped.

"Good morning, Midorima-kun." I greeted and he simply greeted back with a "Morning."

He's acting normally. Urgh, it's so impossible anyway. It's gotta be not him. Seriously, of all people, why him? More importantly, a letter? Not happening.

I sat on my chair and dropped my bag on the floor.

When our homeroom teacher came inside the room, we greeted her.

"Okay, goodmorning class. Since it's love month now, we will be..."

Love month? Hah. Who cares? Nothing concerning love will happen anyway. I'll just be staying at home, cleaning the house.

I thought, but then, I remembered the letter earlier. I looked at our teacher but I wasn't listening. I turned my head and looked somewhere else. Then, I met gazes again with him.