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Midorima isn't sexy at all when he's angry, Aomine thought. He actually looked kind of ugly, in fact. Brows scrunched up like he was trying to hide all that constipation.
"You REALLY couldn't come any earlier?"
"'This is the cardiology division, Aomine-senshu,'" Aomine mocked him. "'We don't recruit any big-breasted physiotherapists around here. Certainly not anybody qualified to examine your so-called pelvis injury.'"
Midorima's nostrils flared. "I at least know how to read a fucking ankle radiograph."
"Yeah, I figured it was broken when I couldn't walk off the court," Aomine shrugged. "So will you look at my groin now?"