《The Manager's Little Brother》XXIII

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Midorima carefully walks [Male name] in the bench to let him rest for a bit. He knew that this is he last time he will see him, as [Male name] said that he is going to America for a rehab to his knee.

"How long?" Midorima ask the [Hair color] male who is now in the bench.

"What's this? Are you going to miss me?" The male sitting on the bench ask playfully, earning him a smack on the head.

"Kidding" he said rubbing his head making his already messy hair became messier "maybe a year? I don't know really" he said looking to the frowning green haired male, he move his gaze to his teammates who is talking to each other happily.

Midorima notice the longing in [Male name]'s eyes, his eyes travel to where his friend looking and furrowed his brow. He knew that something is going on in his friend. He knew because since Middle school, he always saw a faded scars, new scars and bruise all over his body, he is sure that the others saw it too but choose to stay silent. He wants to say something but he doesn't know where to start. [Male name] need someone by his side to listen to him, to stay with him until the end and he wants to be the person who will stay and listen to [Male name].

"Shin-chan!!!" Midorima look down to [Male name] who just shouted at him.

"What?" Midorima asked the male, who just look to him. "I have been calling you for a while now, what's wrong?" [Male name] ask.

"Nothing" He answered, sitting beside the male. "Look at them, they are really happy about our win, why don't you join them?" the [hair color] haired male said.

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"Shut up" He said and they stay silent after that. He look to [Male name] who is looking at their celebrating teammates. Midorima wish that [Male name] can open up with him, he really want to know what happened to him, he still remember the first time he saw [Male name].

Midorima walk towards the basketball gym where he can hear someone arguing. He look to the [hair color] haired male and navy haired male who are arguing about something while a pink haired girl trying to stop the fight.

"We will see about that" the navy haired male said.

"Dai-chan! Stop it already" The pink haired girl said to the navy haired male called 'Dai-chan'.

"HAHAHAHAHA, Dai-chan?" The [Hair color] male laugh to the now red face male.

"Shut up! My name is Aomine Daiki not Dai-chan" The male called himself Aomine shouted to the still laughing male.

"tsk" Midorima just clicked his tongue.

"What's this? Are you on your period?" the [hair color] male ask Midorima.

"what the h*** are you saying?" He said irritated to the male in front of him.

"HAHAHA, sorry, sorry. I'm [Last name] [Male name] by the way" the [Hair color] male introduce himself.

"Midorima Shintaro" He introduce to the male.

"Ah! Shin-chan! Nice to meet you" He said to midorima.

"You-- Don't call me tha--" He said irritated but cut off when [Male name] run off.

He still remember that time where [Male name] can still laugh and smile to him and the others, but now he can't even smile like before, yeah he can smile but it was fake.

"You know shin-chan.." [Male name] started still looking to the other members.

"hmm?"

"I'm glad that I played today, it was fun playing with you guys again. I didn't regret it" He said and smile to Midorima who look shock to what he heard.

"What are you sayi----" he was cut off when someone called your name.

"Forget what I say, Shin-chan" [Male name] said and stand up to greet the other teammates who are walking towards them.

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