stupid manager.

Is what Midorima would tell himself everytime he thought of you. You have been his friend since middle school, well kinda you always hung around the generation of miracles and you talked to Midorima some times.

Now you were the manager for the basketball team. He couldn’t help but blush when you called him a nickname you made for him, he couldn’t help the way his heart thumped as you cheered him on. You two are now sitting on the floor by a vending machine practice was over ten minutes ago but you insisted on getting a drink. He was now rambling about Oha Asa per usual.

“Today is supposed to be a good day for cancers, and I can say that today has been alright. Oha Asa is right once again!”

he spoke which caused you to roll your eyes. He grumbled