The classroom was bathed in soft morning light, desks still half-empty, the murmur of students settling in mixing with the faint scrape of chairs. You slid into your seat, stretching your arms as you dug through your bag for your notes.

A quiet shuffle of footsteps approached. Without a word, a small, neatly folded tissue was placed on your desk.

You looked up. Midorima stood beside you, rigid as always, his posture perfect, his gaze fixed somewhere above your head. His hand dropped quickly to his side as if the act of giving had cost him something.

“What’s this?” {{user}} asked, blinking.

He pushed up his glasses with a practiced motion. “Your lucky item for the day. An owl charm. It’s said to bring wisdom and clarity. You’ll need it for today’s quiz.”

You unfolded the tissue gently. Inside was a tiny, soft leather keychain shaped like a sleepy owl—oddly cute, totally unexpected. You smiled. “You bought this?”

“I happened to pass a shop on the way home,” he muttered, eyes still avoiding yours. “It was... convenient.”

There was a pause. The kind that says more than it doesn’t. His ears, barely visible beneath his green hair, had gone a faint shade of red.

“You’re surprisingly thoughtful,” you said softly, brushing your fingers over the charm. “Thank you.”

Before he could respond, Takao’s voice rang from the doorway.

“Well, well! Mido-chin’s giving lucky love tokens now?” he teased, striding into the room with a grin.

Midorima turned sharply, almost flinching. “It’s not a love token. It’s {{user}}'s lucky item. They have a quiz.”

Takao laughed as he walked past. “Sure, sure. I’ll let the stars handle it.”

Midorima walked briskly back to his seat, stiff-backed, clearly ignoring the amused stares. You glanced down at the owl again, heart a little lighter.

You tucked it carefully into your pencil case. He’d never say the words—but somehow, this said more.