[Black Basket] On the Victory of the Emperor

122: calm down

Akashi slept for a long time. Although they were very worried, everyone in Luoshan was sent back by Akira Midorima. Shirokane also thought that they were too tired and needed a good rest. After getting the permission of Akashi Fukuro, he sent them to Back to Akashi's house to rest.

Akashi Fukuro, on the grounds that he was also a patient, was admitted to the ward next to Akashi under Akira Midorima's mocking eyes.

"Evil fate."

Midorima Akira, who finished checking Akashi and exited the ward, looked at Akashi's sleeping face and said.

After arriving outside the ward, Akira Midorima suddenly diverted to a more secluded place without taking two steps, and took out his mobile phone and started calling Midorima.

"If you have nothing to do today, don't come to the hospital... If you want to come, call me first."

Akira Midori felt that it was necessary for him to be wary of his son just in case.

"What happened?"

Suddenly hearing his father say that, Midorima felt worried instead.

"It's okay, just to let you know. The hospital is a little busy today, so I won't be going home for dinner. Tell my mother that you don't need to bring me lunch."

Usually, Mrs. Luma often asks Luma to deliver her lunch when Luma Ming is not home, but today he does not want Luma to come to the hospital.

"...I will pass it on."

Midorima who hung up the phone was at a loss, he always felt that his father was hiding something from him, but he still took his father's words well.

—I feel like I should go to the hospital.

Luma suddenly thought of it, but he still hesitated, after all, it was specifically explained by his father.

"Let the coin decide."

Midorima took out today's lucky item, a [-]-yen coin, then specially removed the bandage on his hand, and threw the coin into the air with a very pious expression.

The falling coin was covered by him on the back of his hand, he looked at the back of his hand and murmured,

"Tell me, Lord God!"

The palm on top of the coin was pulled away, and it turned out that the number side was facing up.

"Does God want me to go?"

Midorima stared at the coins for a while, "Since it is the decision of the gods, there is no other way."

Midorima put on a coat and went out.

When he arrived at the hospital, Midorima didn't call Akira Midorima because of curiosity.

"Sister, may I ask what happened today?"

he asked the nurse at the front desk.

"Yeah, Mr. Green Room."

The nurse greeted Midorima very familiarly, "What's the matter? I have nothing to do today,"

"That's right."

Just when Midorima thought he was thinking too much and was going to leave, the nurse suddenly stopped him.

"However... if you really want to talk about it, a group of teenagers in white sportswear brought a fainted red-haired boy over just now. I don't know if this is what you are talking about, Mr. Midorima."

Midorima's pupils shrank, and he understood almost instantly when Akira Midorima's phone call reached the nurse.

Midorima's face became a little ugly, he asked the nurse in a panic,

"Where's he? I mean your red-haired boy."

The nurse was startled,

"Eh? Is he a friend of Midorima-kun?"

"Please tell me where he is!"

Green said eagerly.

The nurse was taken aback.

"Wait for me to look for it... that boy's ward should be..."

"Thank you!"

After knowing the location, Midorima hastily left a word of thanks and ran straight to Akashi's place.

The door of the ward would not be locked. Midorima stood at the door and took a deep breath, then knocked on the door lightly. He was a little afraid that there would be an unacceptable scene behind the door.

There was no response from inside, so Midorima hesitated before turning the handle and going in.

"excuse me."

He walked into the ward.

The Winter Cup champion, who was the most anticipated one moment ago, is lying on a white hospital bed at this moment. His red hair is scattered on the bed sheet, which is unusually eye-catching. ride on the edge.

Midorima's heart suddenly paused, followed by tingling pain, he held his breath, and deliberately walked towards the hospital bed step by step with light steps.

He looked at the sleeping face of the red-haired boy, Akashi didn't sleep soundly, his brows were always furrowed.

Midorima's heart twitched again, he took down the medical record card hanging by the bed, and carefully read each word.

Taking the last word into his eyes, Midorima suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He put the medical record card back to its original place and began to look at the face of the sleeping person.

The unbandaged right hand stretched out to Akashi's eyebrows,

——Want to heal...

It wasn't until his fingertips touched the warm skin that Midorima withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Realizing what he was going to do just now, he took a step back and turned away.

- You can't get close to him.

Midorima lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping as if listlessly.

With his right hand clenched into a fist, Midorima remembered what he had promised, couldn't help laughing wryly, raised his left hand to adjust his glasses.

"Shintaro."

Midorima was startled by the stern reprimand, and he suddenly looked up at the door, where Akira Midorima was standing with an unfriendly expression.

Seeing this, Midorima was not afraid, but subconsciously glanced at Akashi, as if he was afraid that Akashi would be disturbed.

And his expression also angered Akira Midorima.

"come out."

Akira Midori deliberately lowered his voice, but the anger in it did not disappear at all, on the contrary it was even worse than before.

Midorima tucked the corner of the blanket for Akashi, and walked out calmly.

Because there is also Akashi Fukuro's ward here, Midorima Akira didn't intend to talk to Midorima here, he took Midorima to the rooftop.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?"

Midori said angrily.

"Why didn't you tell me that something happened to Akashi?"

Green asked nonchalantly.

Akira Midorima choked, but returned quickly,

"Why should I tell you? Who are you?"

This time it was Midorima's turn to be speechless. Seeing his appearance, Midorima continued,

"Teammates? You are no longer. Friends? He has many friends and does not lack you. What's more, you were not there when he had an accident. Why should I inform you?"

"..."

"Don't tell me you still have that stupid fantasy."

Akira Midorima's sword-like eyes fell on Midorima.

Every sentence hit Midorima's harm, and he suddenly felt powerless to refute.

"Don't forget what you promised me, as long as you lose that game, you will completely give up on him."

Akira Midorima made up the last cut.

Seeing Midorima's instantly pale face, Akira Midorima hated Akashi more and more.

Although Akashi did nothing wrong, there is nothing worse for a father than someone who steals the heart of his child, especially if both parties are men.

Although Akira Luma considers himself a strict father, he is not willing to break his child's heart again and again, and he would not have done so if such a thing hadn't happened.

To be honest, Akira Midorima does not deny Akashi's excellence. He saw Akashi's charm and courage in the last game alone, and no matter who he was, he couldn't help but praise him.

If Akashi was a girl, even if he had some grievances with Akashi Fukuro, he would not stop Midorima from being with him, but it's a pity... after all, gender is a gap that they cannot cross.

"Don't disappoint me, Shintaro."

Akira Midorima walked past Midorima, and he felt that Midorima needed to be quiet.

The oncoming night wind was a bit chilly, but it was just right for Midorima, he needed to calm down.

I thought I could let it go, but I couldn't help it just seeing him lying on the hospital bed.

Midorima sat on the ground with his back against the wall, trying to cool himself down.

A gust of night wind blew, and he trembled, and childhood memories emerged.

That was before they went to junior high school. He dragged Akashi to look at the stars on the roof of Akashi's house. Akashi occupied the whole night.

During this period, he kept telling Akashi stories about some gods he knew. He obviously never believed in these things, but Akashi never interrupted him from the beginning to the end.

When he was young, he didn't notice anything, just continued to be happy for having a friend who could talk to the sky, so the result was that Akashi had a high fever all night because of him.

But the place where he sat was specially given up by Akashi. There was a wall on the side, and the wall was attached to the back. Even the only place that would be blown by the strong wind was deliberately blocked by Akashi with his body.

And he didn't notice that much at that time, and excitedly pulled Akashi to blow the cold wind for a long time, until he said he was tired and sleepy from playing, and was sent to rest by Akashi's order.

In order not to spoil his mood, and to make him happy, Akashi was sick for a whole week.

——I'm really jealous of myself back then...

The colder and quieter it is, the more uncontrollably recalled those memories with Akashi.

"That does not work……"

He made an extremely tired sound, covering his face with his five fingers.

"He doesn't like you..."

Midorima murmured, he tried hard to think of the cruelest words to restrain himself, and he didn't need much, just a few words.

"He won't like Midorima Shintaro."

"He likes women of good character."

"He has nothing to do with you."

Yes, he will never like you, a boy who has nothing to do with him.