"Carry me, Midorimacchi," Kise demands with a pout, daring Midorima to protest.
Midorima glares at him, but wisely doesn't comment, simply bends down, extends his arms, raises a brow when Kise doesn't do anything for almost a minute but lie there looking shocked.
"What?" Midorima asks, cursing whatever fate brought them to this moment. Almost.
"Nothing," Kise says, blushing inspite of himself, painfully extracts himself from the covers of the bed (Midorima's bed, his mind helpfully supplies), is thankful for the lack of sarcastic comments at his efforts.
Because if Midorima had even breathed one single word on his inability to walk, Kise wouldn't have known what he could have done. After all, this was entirely that damn, perverted megane's fault anyway, damn it!