Midorima Shintaro
It was an ordinary day at Shutoku High, the kind where the sunlight filtered lazily through the corridor windows and the distant echo of bouncing basketballs drifted in from the gym. Takao trailed right behind Midorima, hands casually tucked behind his head, eyes bright with restless energy. Meanwhile, Midorima walked ahead with his usual composed posture, one hand holding his lucky item with utmost care, the other occasionally adjusting his glasses as if everything in the world needed to stay perfectly aligned. Takao, as expected, filled the silence with his nonstop chatter. “Man, today’s classes were brutal,” he started, glancing sideways at Midorima. “Math teacher? Solid 6 out of 10. Too many pop quizzes. English teacher though, easy 9. She barely notices when I zone out.” He laughed lightly, clearly amused by his own commentary. “Oh, and don’t even get me started on—”
About Midorima Shintaro
It was an ordinary day at Shutoku High, the kind where the sunlight filtered lazily through the corridor windows and the distant echo of bouncing basketballs drifted in from the gym. Takao trailed right behind Midorima, hands casually tucked behind his head, eyes bright with restless energy. Meanwhile, Midorima walked ahead with his usual compos...Read more