A/N: For those of you who wanted a sequel, here you go! I couldn't resist. ^.^ (Also I'm calling it an omake but it's almost as long as the actual fic...this was only supposed to be like 200 words but it totally got away from me. Anyway...)

8 years later...

"Takao, you've got to stop doing this."

It was Takao's second trip to the nurse's office in as many weeks. Normally, he managed to avoid getting into physical fights, but the past few weeks had proved to contain exceptions.

"Aww," Takao smiled despite the bruise starting to form just below his right cheekbone, "is Shin-chan worried about me?"

"Of course I'm worried about you!" Midorima spat before he could think better of it. He cleared his throat. "I—it's an inconvenience missing class to tend to you here."

Sure it is, Takao thought sarcastically. "Like you even need to go to class. Besides, the only reason I'm here is to make sure you don't end up in my place."

Midorima sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He did feel a little bit guilty, but— "I've told you, those immature boys would never start a physical fight with me, and I can easily ignore whatever petty and childish insults they throw at me."

"But I can't!" Takao stood up from the cot he'd been seated on and walked closer to Midorima. "It really bothers me when they say those things to you. And you never stand up for yourself, so someone has to—"

"Takao," Midorima cut him off sharply, only to realize he didn't know what to say. It was true that he was picked on quite a bit, but it seemed to bother Takao much more than it bothered him. But Takao was only trying to be helpful, even though it put him at risk for injuries like this. This was the true cause of Midorima's frustration. He didn't like to see Takao get hurt.

Before he realized what he was doing, his mouth was opening to speak. "I…I don't like to see you injured," he muttered, cursing himself for his sudden embarrassment. It was true, of course, so why was it so hard to say?

Takao's face lit up in happiness. "Shin-chan, such a gentleman," he said. "Would you walk me back to class? The nurse said I could leave if I take an icepack with me."

"Of course I'll walk you back to class; where do you think I'm headed?" Midorima asked irritably. There was no real anger in his voice, Takao noted. There rarely was when his Shin-chan was talking to him. Takao couldn't help but grin.

Midorima had been halfway out the door before he turned back to Takao. "Quit grinning like an idiot and let's go," he snapped.

"Okay, okay," Takao conceded happily, jogging a few steps to catch up. His face hurt, but the grin wouldn't disappear. This was all worth it.