Midorima frowned, troubled. Another hour till their match, and he could not seem to calm down and concentrate. He had woken up flushed this morning, fragments of hazy dreams not quite fading in his mind. He had tried to shake them off, but it had just got
"So what was it you wanted to talk about?" Kagami asked, shifting the ball to sit comfortably between hip and the crook of his arm. He leaned back on the mesh fence of the empty field as he studied his friend.
~~bist du am Leben ~~
~~ ich hätte nicht erwartet das du lachst~~
~~ hätte ich deine Hand nicht los gelassen, wärst du nicht tot. Du bist so eine dumme Person~~
