"Usrusai nanodayo." Midorima complained as he held a statue of a fish, cancer's lucky item.

"Shin-chan, you don't have to be so mean." Takao, the user of the hawk eye said. They were walking home from school since the bike had to be repaired due to a slight malfunction. However, that's not what the carrot was worried about.

"Had I not made that shot in time we would have lost," he starts to explain. "Because of you," he emphasizes and points to Takao. Fixing his glasses, he glanced over to see the poor hawk a bit depressed as he felt guilty enough that he had let his guard down. But, how couldn't he? It had just been a day since he's realized how strong his feeling for the shooting guard was. It's been a day since he's realized just how mesmerizing his form was when shooting. His attitude, his weird obsession with Oha-Asa and shit, and most of all, how caring he could be when in the mood. It was similar to receiving a warm cup of milk on a cold winter day.

"I'm sorry okay?" He pouted a bit and looked up and met his smooth jade orbs as they reflected a shimer of light in his eyes. With his breath taken away, he was still and captivated by his gaze.

"T-Takao?" The shooter waved his free hand. Shaking his head, the point guard blinked twice before looking in front of him and staring at the ground, his cheeks a bit warm. He suddenly felt a hand on his forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever... are you okay?" Blushing really hard, he lowered his head even more and tried not to give in to the fact that he loved him so.

"I'm fine." Then a thought popped in his head. Smirking, he decided to take the opportunity. "Eh? Shin-chan's worried about me?" He looked up to meet his eyes again. Turning a light shade of pink, he fixed his glasses and looked away.

"B-Baka..." the smile dropped on the hawks face as his clouded blue eyes showed pain. Like the idiotic Midorima would even love him back. "Neh Takao." His voice cut his train of thoughts.

"Y-yeah?" He stuttered. Clenching his fists, he faked a bright smile as always. "What is it Shin-chan?" Midorima paused for a slight moment before pinning the teen on the wall behind them.

"What are you hiding?" Takao's eyes darkened as he realized that his fellow teammate was now suspicious.

"W-what do you mean?" He turned his gaze to the side as his cheeks started to feel warm again. Midorima leaned in closer. They were barely inches apart and they suddenly made eye contact. Beautiful smooth reflecting jade orbs with light cloudy blue ones. That's how he would describe them.

"Takao, what. Are. You. Hiding." He bit his bottom lip while forcefully breaking the eye contact and staring at the floor. He was now filled with regret. Regret that he was in this situation. Regret that he loved him. Even though he couldn't change that fact, he still regretted.

"Shin-chan... you see... my sister was a bit down so I was trying to find a way to cheer her up." He smiled brightly while the lie stood in place.

"No way in hell would that be the problem nanodayo." The lie cracked. The lie broke. Then the lie suffered as the user tried to pry another lie within the first.

"I..." he took in a moment. It was only a moment, and yet, it seemed as if it was an eternity. "I'm... I was or am, in love with a particular person, yet I know that's feelings won't be returned. So, I... I'm just a little broken that's all." His explanation was short and understandable, but the young shooter couldn't take in the fact that the cheerful hawk was down. Who was this person?

"Who is it." He asked in a demanding tone. His gaze was impenetrable. Takao tried to move away, but, Midorima, Midorima Shintaro, the Midorima Shintaro, dropped his own lucky item just to pin to boy back and ask his question again, this time grabbing ahold of his wrists. "Who is it." With his breath taken away, his train of thought blanked as he said the only word that could've left him with a broken heart.

"You..."