could it be love?

[strangesniper]

[so there may or may not have been a nerd at a certain show last night with his shit-tier disguise consisting only of sunglasses. during today's lecture, he didn't look up very much, and definitely not at you because he's not embarrassed at all, shut up, he's just going to pack up in silence.]

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[fieldsofview]

I haven't died yet.

[strangesniper]

[his look is skeptical]

[fieldsofview]

Do you want a helmet or something?

[strangesniper]

You don't wear one?

[fieldsofview]

Messes up my hair.

[strangesniper]

You've never been injured?

[fieldsofview]

Not once.

[strangesniper]

[he seems to be coming to terms with the idea, but.]

... If I fall off, it's your fault.

[fieldsofview]

Hold on tight and we won't have to worry about that.

[strangesniper]

[the tips of his ears are definitely not red]

That's—not necessary!

[fieldsofview]

Don't get flustered, Professor Midorima.

[strangesniper]

I am not!

[fieldsofview]

Whatever you say.

[getting on the bike, which glows into life at his touch]

[strangesniper]

[s-sits. behind him. pointedly not touching him.]

[fieldsofview]

Can't say I didn't warn you.

[and we're off.]

[strangesniper]

[naturally lurches backward, causing him to freak out so, yeah, he reflexively has to hold onto him]

[fieldsofview]

[may have been anticipating that, who even knows]

Whoa there, tiger.

[strangesniper]

[j-just leaning his head on your back for stability ok]

Be quiet!

[fieldsofview]

Yessir.

[strangesniper]

[he didn't want to get on because he knew this would be harrowing and motorbikes are ridiculous and now he has to hold onto your waist and he wants to die, basically]

[fieldsofview]

[you're such a baby oh my god, hums and ignores your poutiness]

[strangesniper]

[as they continue on, he seems to relax a bit, at least]

[fieldsofview]

[speeds up when they're at the last stretch. to help.]

[strangesniper]

[YOU JERK tightens his hold unconsciously]

[fieldsofview]

[laughing as he slows down to park the bike]