A/N: Special thanks to LivItYourWay for the lovely word~ ^u^

Also, I hope I did it justice. Huhu.

I realized that today is actually really Day 3 and I didn't skip a day, since I posted Day 1 at 1 am. So technically, I started on February 4th, and it's currently the 6th here. lol. *dies*

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Chimerical
(adj.) merely imaginary; fanciful

~♥~ 

“What are you doing?” the tall carrot asked with a scowl on his flawless face, his cheeks adorning an adorable dark shade of pink. Upon seeing your face feigning innocence, the furrow between his eyebrows deepened and his lips narrowed. 

You lifted your intertwined hands and showed it to him like it’s one of the most natural things to do. “It’s fine, right?” you said with a shrug as you squeezed his much larger hand. It was warm and comforting. “This is perfectly normal.” 

Apparently, the tsundere Midorima Shintarou is your boyfriend. 

He harshly pulled his hand away then went ahead of you, his gaze set straight in front of him. “It’s not normal,” he replied monotonously as he left you behind, both of your bags slinging on both of his shoulders. 

Rather, the whole idea of the two of you being a couple is just a fragment of your wild, love-driven imagination. 

“Shintarou!” you called after him with a pout, a deep whine underlying your great displeasure with his actions. When he didn’t even stop on his path nor did he decrease his pace, you sighed in exasperation and ran after him, who was already like a hundred miles away. You finally reached him, and panting heavily, since—heck—the basketball player is unfairly tall and has pretty long legs, you punched him lightly on his well-toned arm as some sort of punishment. You earned another glare that you quickly dismissed like the previous others. “You don’t leave your girlfriend like that,” you scolded, a glint of mockery present in your eyes. 

“You’re not my girlfriend,” he sternly stated the harsh reality. You winced at the finality and the truth held by his words and how there wasn’t even a pint of hesitance present in his voice. 

You looked at the wide blue sky stretched out in front of you. “Well, one could always dream,” you said wistfully, unaware of the scrutinizing gaze he was currently giving you. “Besides,” you added as you shifted your eyes from the sky to his stoic expression, the hopeful look on your face replaced by one of playfulness, “In an alternate universe in my mind, the tsundere known as Midorima Shinatarou is actually really affectionate to me~” 

“You’re crazy,” he remarked in vexation. 

“Crazy for you~” you replied teasingly, bursting out laughing when you saw the surprised look on his face and the deep blush that followed soon right after. He looked away, even more annoyed with each second of your boisterous guffaw. 

“S-Shut up, idiot.” 

“But really, Shintarou, what are we?” you asked all of sudden, startling him with your voice’s solemnness. His emerald eyes met your determined ones, as if they themselves were asking for his concrete answer. He turned back to the silent street the two of you were walking on and let out a breath. “You act like you don’t like me but here you are, walking home with me, carrying my bag for me, and putting up with my constant teasing,” you expounded in response to his silence. “Plus, you agree on going to place with me even if you deny the fact that they’re actually dates.” You let out a soft chuckle. 

He remained quiet, but you were used to it. Either that or he’d evade the question as usual. He just kept his eyes on the road, an unreadable expression on his face. No matter how close the two of you are, there are times when you couldn’t understand what’s going on in his mind. 

You gave him a few minutes to answer to no avail. Sighing, you gave up and brought up the real reason why you asked him. “You know, Miyaji-senpai confessed to me yesterday.” 

His mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide with surprise and question, you nodded at him to confirm that it’s the Miyaji with the dark blond hair who’s also his teammate. “I see.” 

Slightly disappointed with how seemingly uncaring his reaction was, you nodded slowly. “Yeah. He said he could wait for my answer, but I intend to give it to him as soon as possible. It would be pretty unfair to him if I’d prolong it.” 

 “It is.” 

“And I’m really considering him, you know? He’s kind of scary in the surface, but I think he’s actually nice.” You shrugged. “And he’s pretty good-looking too! It’s also funny when he asks for a durian or a pineapple whenever you basketball losers get on his nerves,” you added and forced out an unconvincing laughter just to lighten the mood. 

You imagined a pained expression on his face as your gaze fell on the dull gray pavement. Maybe, even in your fantasies, he’d actually care. But of course, your expectations and reality would never really match. For all you know, he would most probably be wondering for the reason why you’re telling him this. 

“So, I’m thinking, I’d ask your advice since you’re his teammate and all.” 

And then there was silence. Shutting your eyes close as you walked with him in close proximity, you deluded yourself with one of the last moments that you could actually fantasize about the shooter beside you. If he never really cared for you the way you cared for him, you might as well get a boyfriend who’d give you the affection you desired. 

“Don’t,” Shintarou would say, “Don’t go out with him.” 

You’d look up to the pleading expression on his face, his grip on his lucky item tightened. “Why?” you’d ask. 

“Because I like you and I can’t bear to see you be with another man,” he’d elaborate as he’d look at you sincerely. “Please. Don’t.” And then he’d bend down to kiss you.

You were about to snicker at your painfully unrealistic vision when his unexpectedly soft voice cut you off. You opened your eyes and realized that he stopped walking. You turned to get a better look at him, about to whine to him again since he didn’t even stop you from going ahead, and took a peek at his eminent grimace. 

“Shintarou? Did you say something? Are you okay?” you fired your questions away as you went closer in worry and curiosity. What happened while you zoned out? 

He stepped back, his head turning down. “Don’t–Don’t go out with him,” he repeated. 

What the heck. 

You slapped your cheeks noisily, disbelieving your ears. You were sure you were getting your fantasy mixed up with reality once again. There was no way the real Shintarou would actually say that. “Um. Pardon?” Your squinted your eyes to see the very same pained expression you imagined him to have. 

Precious mother of chocolate chip cookies. 

“I’ll treat you better,” he added in all seriousness, as he let out steady breaths, his brows furrowed, and his face reddened. “Just don’t go out with him.” 

Holy carrots. 

You discreetly pinched your arm, and incredulity filled you upon feeling the pain. “What…?” you asked, dumbfounded. 

 “I-I’m telling you to g-go out with me instead, you dense idiot.”