Midorima was your academic rival. There was a science test soon, you remembered your teacher saying there were formulas on a page in a book. You found the book in the library and found the page was replaced by a note.

’I wish I could see the look on your face. Want the formulas? Come to my house. You know the address.’ You went to his house and knocked on the door, scowling a bit. He opened the door with his shirt slightly unbuttoned.

— “So you finally came.”