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“Ah-choo!”
It’s the fifth time this evening that Takao sneezes, and Midorima looks up from where he’s sitting on his bed with a textbook, peering at the point guard over the top of his glasses.
“Takao,” he says, brows slightly furrowed. “What is wrong?”
“I’m freezing!” Takao responds, staring back fornlornly from his seat on the floor. “Your family keeps it way too cold in this house, it feels like I’m sitting outside.”
Midorima just rolls his eyes. “It is not this cold outside.”
“Very close,” Takao insists, and he hugs his own notebook to his chest, as if its flimsy pages might provide some sort of warmth.
Midorima sighs at the desperate display and gets up, making his way to his desk chair, which has a neatly folded green blanket draped across its back. He picks it up and walks over to Takao, where he shakes it out gingerly and drops it on the smaller boy’s shoulders.
“Shin-chan, this is-”
“My lucky item for the day, yes,” Midorima says, adjusting his glasses as he settles in front of his book again.
Takao stares at him, mouth partly open as if he wants to say something, before closing it and grinning instead. He crawls across the floor and into the bed, scooting along its length until he’s next to Midorima, where he turns to sit back-to-back with him, tightly cocooned in green fabric.
“Your sneezing was too distracting,” Midorima mutters, and Takao catches the hint of defensiveness in his tone.
He laughs and leans his head back, nestling it against the taller boy’s shoulder.
“Don’t fall asleep like this,” Midorima warns, but Takao’s eyes are already sliding shut, drowsy from his newfound warmth.
“But I’m quietest that way,” he mumbles, and Midorima has nothing to say to that.