[With Midorima this close, it's impossible to ignore that scent of his. Impossibly attractive, alluring— all when he would have been attracted just fine without it. He breaths in like the touch is what's allowing him to, his body shifting subtly into it, his head turning in the perfect way to make his hair fall just right over his face. He's playing it up, sure, but it's nothing forced or fake.]

I'll speak through my body. [In his low voice, intimate and close. He lifts his chin slightly, though his eyes don't break from Midorima's.]

You can do whatever you'd like, Shintarou. Anything except leaving me here alone... okay? ♪ Whether you cover my mouth with tape, or your lips, or nothing at all, I'd like for the two of us to dance impossibly closer. Reach deep enough to touch my heart.

[He's so flowery,]