#but mama miya catches on quickly and teases him for it

[taeyamayang]

PRACTICE GAME, REMATCH?

ㅡa oneshot side story from my series Falling for Your Brother's Friend, Suna. this side story takes place after part 2 of the series. it is not 'required' to read the series as you can enjoy this piece as is, however, reading it gives you an idea to their bg, history, and some of their inside jokes/quirks.

pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader

gist: from a friendly match to a serious bet. you find yourself defending half of the court with your brothers, the Miya twins, against Inarizaki's famous ace, middle blocker, and captain.

genre: fluff! | romance | a lot of bickering and teasing | suna fucking brainrot AGAIN and i do not apologize

warning: smoochies heh | not safe for suna simps | jealous suna | barely edited will do it when i'm free

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How you spend your time this afternoon is not quite different from an ordinary after-class day. Mayhaps, the only difference is that you are not required to be in the volleyball gym yet you voluntarily chose to be here. After all, could there be any other places to kill time when your brothers, Atsumu and Osamu, and boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, are obsessed with playing volleyball?

However, your presence in the court is deemed unwelcomed by two individuals who share the same obnoxious face. Osamu, in particular, has been staring at you since you arrived but you ignore him with ease as usual. On the other hand, Atsumu, the blonde idiot is like a damned fly. He shoots glares at you from across the room, scrutinizing your every move, and judging your reason for staying. Every time you swat him out of your vision, he makes sure you know he is there. 

“Stop staring at Suna and wipe your drool,” Atsumu calls from the court after tossing a ball to Aran. The ball bounces on the other side of the net in perfect trajectory.

“Shut up! I wasn’t drooling!” Your cheeks burn from embarrassment as pairs of eyes shift to you. You quickly glance at the boy you’re dating only to catch him looking at you. Even though you have been dating Suna for months, he still has the same effect on you when you first realized you’re head over heels for him, but still drooling is an exaggeration. 

“Ha! You didn’t even deny staring at Suna! Go home and be productive. Cook me dinner!” Atsumu demands like he owns your family's place. It’s too late to deny watching your boyfriend block spikes from Aran (because you are indeed staring at him. To be true, how can you not when he looks hot in his jersey?) so the only way to win the chaff is to throw in your expertise... insults.

“If I’m not looking at him, who else would I look at? You and your flat ass? I’d rather stare at a freaking wall it wouldn’t be much different!” Your insults work as Atsumu begins to fume.

“Welcome to my life, everyone.” A loud sigh rolls out from Osamu’s lips as he shakes his head in disappointment. The two of you continued bickering loudly as he massage his temples as if to soothe stress. 

“Samu?!” You call, turning your attention to the gray-headed in hopes to gain a comrade.

“I shared with you mama’s nutrients for nine months don’t you dare betray me now. I don't have a flat ass, you gotta agree on me with this, twin!” Atsumu jots in. He always uses the twin card whenever he needs Samu to be on his side. Although it never worked, not even once.

“For fucks sake, I will not take anyone’s side!” Osamu exclaims, exasperated for the nth time since you and Atsumu learned how to bicker back and forth like a toddler fighting over a plastic toy. As you and the blonde go on with exchanging insults, Aran with an admiring smile walks up to Osamu.

“I can see that you have an interesting family. Is there anything that the two of them agree on?” Aran asks, stirring Osamu's thoughts to wonder. Sure, there are tons of things that the two of you disagree on but there is one thing that makes everyone certain that you and Atsumu share the same DNA.

“Volleyball,” Osamu replies, eyes still glued to the two of you. “Those two are freaks of volleyball, although (y/n) refuses to admit it.” 

“Hm, volleyball.” A soft-toned voice catches Osamu and Aran off guard. Kita appears next to Osamu. Between his hands is a volleyball and on his face is a tender smile. He proposes, “How about a three-on-three match? The Miyas versus Inarizaki’s men’s volleyball team members?” 

“A-are you serious, Kita-san?” Osamu stutters, looking at him with wide eyes. Nonetheless, Kita’s idea tinder the flame in him. People have seen him and Atsumu play together but never the three of you on the same team. Perhaps, it’s about time to show what is like to be a Miya. 

“Interesting, I’m down to play!” Aran raises his hand and Kita nods in approval. 

“Hey, dimwits! Kita-san is proposing a three-on-three battle. We’re on the same team, what do you say?” Osamu cuts off the unending heated (not really) argument between the two of you. You look at each other; at the same time a similar spark lights in your eyes. With a click of a tongue and sly smile, Osamu whispers to himself. “There you go, the freaks of volleyball.” 

“You better save every ball, (y/n).” Atsumu cups his dominant shoulder with one hand as he begins to roll his arm into circles. For the meantime, he dimisses all arguments he was ready to throw at you at the back of his mind. For later, of course. Atsumu clearly has his priorities straight.

“Just keep your eyes forward, I got your back, dumbass.” Likewise, confidence seeps as you respond.

Osamu proves that he knows his siblings well. If there’s one thing the two of them instantly agree on, it’s volleyball. Both you and Atsumu make your way to where the rest are.

“I’m in, too.” A boy calls from the other side of the court. Your eyes meet with a sharp pair and your walls crash beneath your feet. Suna strides in the direction where you and the rest are located. His orbs linger at you as the corners of his lips are pulled by his infamous sneer. 

“Alright, all is set. This is the Miyas against three of us.” Kita joins his hands together to commence the match. “You have a spare uniform at the women’s locker room right, (y/n)?” 

“Yep!” Kita’s question causes you to tear your eyes from your boyfriend. As each prepare for the match, Suna slithery walks up to you. 

“How about we put a bet on this game, just between the two of us? Whoever team win earns a favor.” He says.

“You are serious about this, huh?” You tip your head up to meet his gaze. Cocking your eyebrow in question causes Suna to taunt you further.

“I won’t go easy on you, love.” Yet, you play his game.

“Don’t sulk when you lose, love.” You mockingly mirror his tone. You shoot him an arrogant grin, one that reaches your eyes. “If this game earns me a favor from none other than Suna Rintarou who would rather do nothing than anything then, be my guest. I’m in.” You shoot him a wink before jogging your way out of the gym and to the women’s locker room. Albeit, Suna is left attempting to hide a smile showing on his face. Your strong spirit and competitive nature are one of the many things that charmed him.

Soon everyone is set. News within Inarizaki flies like pollens in the wind as students who stayed behind after finals begin to gather in the gym. They must have heard of the three-on-three match between the Miya siblings and the men’s volleyball team. It's no wonder as their team has garnered several admirers since they started making a name in tournaments outside of Hyogo so it is not surprising to see a swarm of girls and a few boys squealing in excitement as they anticipate the game. You were just like them a few months back; standing on the courtside and pretending to cheer on your brothers when you are thoroughly captivated by a tall blocker.

A freshman on the men's volleyball team offered to be the commentator of the game to spice it up a bit. He rolled an old folder to make it into a makeshift amplifier.

"Alright everyone gather your voice and cheer for the team standing on the left side. Give it up for the Miyas! Wearing number seven, we have Inarizaki's men's volleyball team setter, Atsumu Miya!" And just that with his name called out, screams from the crowd echoed in the gym. The cheers did not die down as the commentator introduces the next member. "Together with him in his team, wearing number eleven is Inarizaki's men's volleyball team wing spiker, Osamu Miya! And the last and certainly not the least, but maybe the tiniest."

"Hey!" You cut him off and the crowd laughs. The commentator who is also your batchmate lifts two fingers to show a peace sign. He continues, "Standing with jersey number thirteen is Inarizaki's women's volleyball team's newest member and libero, (y/n) Miya!" You can't help but side-eye the crowd. Being introduced next to your famous brothers put weight on your shoulder. Nevertheless, the audience cheers for you.

Afterward, the commentator introduces the other team. Kita Shinsuke, the captain, remained unmoved by the cheers by keeping his eyes forward. Aran Ojiro flashed a cute smile while nodding at the spectators. Finally, Suna Rintarou held your breath by sticking his gaze on you. He did not flinch at the defeaning cheers bouncing off the wall of the gymnasium as he stares at you with a look on his face. 

“The first serve goes to the boys of the Inarizaki volleyball team. Aran Ojiro, the team’s ace, throws the ball up and... BAM!” The powerful hit of Aran’s palm on the volleyball almost scared the shit out of you. His commanding serve reaches your team’s side of the court and flies passed your brothers. As the libero of the team, you are tasked to keep the ball up. By instinct, you dive into the floor chest first. Your free hand stretches forward to meet with the ball, and when you and everyone in the court thought your dive wouldn’t make it, the ball lands on the back of your hand. 

“OH GOD, BROTHERS!” You called out of triumph as you watch it bounce from your hand and back into the air. 

“I KNOW!” The adrenaline starts to kick in as they both reply in unison with their eyes following the ball.

“THAT WAS A QUICK SAVE BY MIYA!” The commentator yells and the crowd shrieks in excitement. The commentator clears his throat after realizing his mistake. “The three of them are Miyas, my bad. I meant, THE YOUNGEST MIYA SAVED THE BALL!” He once again shouts resulting in another whoop from the crowd.

Following the game, Atsumu gracefully tosses the ball to his twin. It lands above the net allowing Osamu to freely execute his spike. With the twist of his arm and his eyes focused on a blank spot on the other side of the court, Osamu smashes it in a hit. The ball lands in a sharp motion rendering the three shaken by the swift moves the three of you pulled. 

“One point for the Miyas!” The commentator shouts and the audience, mostly fans of your brothers, jump in cheer. The commentator continues. “And the game has begun.”

The match is a close fight between two teams. As one team gains a point the other follows through. It is hard to decipher which team will have the bragging rights after the game.

As of the moment, both teams have tied on a score of twenty-three. Just as the heat of the game sets in you notice more eyes on the court.

Atsumu prepares to deliver his serve. He raises one hand in the air to silence the roomㅡhis iconic service ritual that you thought is obnoxious yet very him to do. 

Your eyes go past the net and surprisingly meets with a pair of narrow grey-olive orbs. As soon as your eyes lock, a lazy smirk tugs his lips. Your team is nearing twenty-five points, now is not the time to lose concentration. But even as you tear your eyes away from him the image of it is stuck in your head. Damn it, he is doing this on purpose, you thought. Still, your eagerness to win clears your clouded thoughts.

Right on time, Atsumu hits the ball as he spikes. Unfortunately, Kita receives it with ease passing it to Aran before the latter spikes it back to your side of the court. The relentless afterschool practice pays off as you briskly receive it using your forearm. The rally begins. Just as when you thought you have your mind fully invested in the game, a loud murmur from a group of boys near the sideline of the court perks your ears. 

“Is it over?” The boy who had just entered the gym asks between breaths. 

“Not yet. Told you she’d be here. It’s the siblings versus Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team.” The other boy replies and asks, “You still have your eyes on her? Thought she’s taken?”

“Like it matters? I supported her since tryouts.” 

“Dude, I heard she’s dating Suna, the middle blocker.” The boy giggles as he playfully smacks the other on his chest.

As you hear his name drop, you look at Suna who’s currently anticipating the ball from your side. When he notices you looking at him he quickly shoots you a questioning look before returning his focus to the game. While you, completely off-tracked by the conversation you heard, shift your gaze at the boys talking about you. The friends of the boy who came late nudge him as they catch you looking in their direction. 

“Keep it low you fucking dumbasses.” The boy’s face immediately turns tomato. 

“Nah, she’s looking at me, bro. Looks like aside from Suna you got me as your other competitor to win (y/n)'s heart." The other boy teases, earning a series of giggles from their group.

what the fuck.

You out of everyone you have encountered most definitely can’t handle attention, specifically this type of attention. You are used to standing in the shadows of your famous twin brothers. With your though utterly shriveled, your limbs are immovable; almost like you’ve tossed your basics in volleyball into the bin. You don’t even know where the ball is at as you attempt to draw back your focus back into the game.

Just as you were completely lost, a cutting strike of a ball landing to your side shook your senses. You look at where the ball came from and there you witness your worst nightmare. Suna is boring his eyes to you, brows pressed to the center of his forehead, and his lips pursed into a thin line. He wipes a bead of sweat at the side of his face using his shoulder. The unofficial referee whistles and the commentator declares a point to their team. Being at the front and side with only the net separating you from him, his aura intimidates you. 

“Eyes on me.” He says in a baritone voice, and you swear if eyes can burn, you’re burnt to ashes. 

Your distraction causes the other team to lead a point. The least you want to do right now is to turn your head to peer at your brothers because even without looking at them you can feel their fuming stares at the back of your skull. You don't want to yet reprimanded by your brothers mid-game because you were eavesdropping.

Hence, you focus on the game, You won’t let the other team win, not when you placed a bet. Although, you have not decided what favor you want him to do you still yearn to win the game with your brothers. 

Continuing the final minutes of the game, Kita serves his team. The ball falls directly within Atsumu’s reach. By instinct, the latter receives the ball. He curses under his breath as soon as he realizes he has fallen into the captain’s trap. If there’s anyone who knows their strengths and weaknesses, it’s got to be their team captain. The twins are certain that Kita did it intentionally. With your team’s setter’s hands tied you and Osamu are left to decide who sets the ball. 

Osamu has cleaner sets than you are but if he tosses you the ball, it might be a bigger risk. You don’t spike because most of the time your hits are too soft to make it to the other side. Spiking is definitely not your strength, hence, it draws you to a choice.

“Mine!” You call out, following the ball. Atsumu’s lids stretch out as his mouth gapes open. Out of pride and just to piss you brother off, you hate doing sets in front of Atsumu even though your brother has claimed that you have a talent for setting (but according to him you still suck at spiking so you’re no better than him. that asshole). You hate to admit to yourself that you are, in some aspects, most similar to him than Osamu.

Still, this phenomenon before him is like a miracle unraveled. Osamu gets into the position, anchoring his feet to the ground ready to jump into the air and hit the ball. 

The ball lands on the tips of your fingers, and suddenly Atsumu’s tips on tossing a ball replay in your head. He told you about focusing on the spot in the air in which you want the ball to hit its peak. Be aware of the angle you are at and control your upper body. Don’t hit it too hard but not too soft, just right for the spiker to reach.

Keeping these in mind, you put his words into action. The ball hits the vertex of the parabola at the spot where you wanted. A satisfied and hungry grin plays on Osamu’s lips as he sees the ball in the perfect spot. He could already feel the throbbing pain of pounding the ball with the expanse of his hand. And he did so. He hits it with full force only to land on three pairs of hands on the other side of the net. Kita’s team successfully defended his attack using a three-player block. 

“Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team wins!” The commentator announces. Cheers dull you ears as you hear a loud call from your brother.

“(Y/n)! That was a perfect toss! I am so proud of you!” Atsumu surprises you as he lifts you into an embrace. Although your team lost the match, a wide stretch of smile adorns your face.

“It was?!” You ask looking at him from below. He jumps in joy with you still in his arms.

“It was! it was! You are so good you make me so proud.” You hold him by his shoulder. “Who taught you to toss?”

“You!” You enthusiastically responded. 

“Who’s the best teacher?” Atsumu asks and without a second thought, you reply.

“You!” The two of you rejoice as if you had won the game which leads to Osamu looking at the both of you in disgust.

“Oi, morons, we lost the match in case you both didn’t notice. And what happened to hating each other’s guts an hour ago?” His words are ignored by you and Atsumu as you both get lost in your bubble. Soon, Kita approaches Osamu to shake his hand and thank him for a good game.

Perhaps, it is true that winning isn’t just about taking home the trophy but it is in the learnings from every match...

Sike.

After the adrenaline has flushed out from your system the three of you are utterly gutted with losing. Osamu is disappointed by putting his faith in the two of you, Atsumu’s pride is crushed, and you are burdened by a losing bet.

“I need a rematch!” Atsumu and his petty behavior resumes.

Since losing the game, the three of you are tasked to clean the gym. The twins are rolling the net while you are gathering the balls inside a steel container. As you pick up the final stray ball on the floor a squeak from rubber shoes meeting the ground tells you that someone has approached you.

It's probably him.

"What did the boys say during the game?" You were expecting him to ask about fulfilling his favor but you are met with your sleep paralysis demon in flesh. Suna pins you down with his eyes.

"Oh, about that." Your throat runs dry and you can't help but falter your eyes somewhere but him before continuing. "They were, uh, teasing a boy who seemed to like me."

Your statement did nothing good as a visible clench in his jaws is seen. Albeit, you try to lighten the mood. "He likes my gameplay, that's it. I heard he supported me from the beginning of tryouts!"

He turns to look at the other side to hide an expression on his face. His bottom lip is slightly pouted and the creases on his face soften. It is typical to see an umimpressed and unapproachable look on his face, but never this. Yes, he may look pissed and annoyed but with the way his cheeks round and his lips protruded out he looks squishy. If only you have a camera with you to take a snap of his face so you can immortalize this moment you would have taken hundreds.

"I supported you before your tryouts. I supported you even when you were the soccer team's acting manager." Suna points out and right off the bat, you understood where his sudden shift in his mood is coming from.

He's jealous.

You take this as a cue to wrap your arms around his tiny waist and pull him into an embrace. Your face only reaches up to his chest but this is good enough.

"Of course, you did. That's why you're my best boy." You coo to him, holding him tighter.

"As it should." You feel his hand cup the back of your head and the other on your back.

"About the bet. What do you want me to do for you?" You ask, still in his embrace. Suna hums for a moment and knowing him, he probably has a sly smile on his face. For sure even before he proposed a bet he already have a favor in mind that he wants you to do.

"I want a-" Your romantic moment is interrupted by an overprotective blonde brother.

"Suna! Get your hands off my sister! And you, young lady, you are coming home with us. You are not hanging out with Suna alone!" Atsumu commands from across the room. He is carrying the metal rods of the net stand and tailed with him is Osamu who is lifting half of its weight. Suna immediately lifts his hands up and as soon he did you untangled your arms.

"You sound like dad!" You bicker.

Osamu puffs out air, halting in his steps as his free hand lands on his twin's shoulder.

"It might be too late for that, tsumu. I have failed you as our sister's guardian." Osamu looks at his twin with apologetic eyes. Contrary, Atsumu flashes him a confused look. Horror paints your entire being as your mind connects with Osamu. You know what he is talking about. He is referring to that day. Though he pledged not to speak of it, cold sweats trail the sides of your face.

Osamu won't break his promise, right?

Thankfully, Suna changes the conversation by speaking. "I won't do anything, I promise." Being reminded of his guardian role that he set up for himself Atsumu raises a finger to point at his teammate.

"I am holding onto your words, Rin!" Osamu pushes his twin out of the gym as he murmurs "Quit it, let's go."

Soon, you and Suna are left alone. You pick up where your last conversation with Suna ended before Atsumu caused a scene.

"You said you wanted a?" You ask, blinking at him innocently. A growing smile crawls on his face as his eyes wander on you fondly. He chews the insides of his cheeks as he dips in to whisper to your ear.

"A kiss."

Two fucking words. It took two words to leave you stunned. While it takes him ten seconds to break his promise to your brother, Atsumu. Your brother isn't overprotective of the thought of Suna hurting you may it be physically or emotionally. He is most concerned about this. This exactly. Doing what lovers do because in the eyes of Atsumu you are his little sister, too young to involve yourself in romantic affairs. Suna pulls back to meet with your eyes but your vision is glued to point past his shoulder.

"Is it too much? I can think of a different one if you don't like it." Suna says with hushed voice.

"Where? Here? Are you kidding me?! What if someone walks in? What if my brothers walk in?"

"Oh, you want it now, huh?" Suna takes a step closer.

"T-that's not what I meant!" Your words are caught in your throat.

"Hm? It's not like it's our first time." Another step forward and his voice drops.

"What if my brother sees us?" You ask quietly feeling the hard wall on your back. A post is on your right which kinda lifts your worries. If ever your brothers come in the post has fully covered you both, but still, you asked.

"It will be quick." Suna decreased the distance between the two of you by inching his head forward. His body weight is supported by his arm placed on the wall at the side of his head. Slowly, he dips in. Just as his lips are barely an inch away from yours, he reassures you, "you can still say no."

Swiftly, without much thought, you hand cups his nape before pushing his face towards you. Once you feel his lips on you, your lids flutter close. Your other hand finds its way to his hair, grasping it gently thus earning a soft moan from him. Suna deepens the kiss by tilting his head to the side. The back of your head slightly hits the wall as his parted lips push forward. He steadies you by putting in hands on your waist, carefully not making drastic moves that could cause you to feel discomfort.

The kiss was slow but not messy. Suna takes the lead by motioning you to tilt to the other side. Feeling every edge of your lips and tasting you. You missed his lips, the tendering molding of his’ against yours. You long for his touch, the gentle press of his fingers on your skin, and the warmth of his body close to you. For now, you forget about the risks. You take in the present, kissing him back passionately and without restraint. All that you want right now is him. He takes you by surprise as his teeth claw on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly before releasing it. He leaves pecks on your swollen mouth. He pulls back leaving you enough room to speak.

"Don't tell my brothers."

[splendidly-secret-sick-fics]

Hi!!! Love your writing style you're so cool! I was wondering if you'd be able to write a sickfic focusing on atsumu and osamu-specifically atsumu taking care of his little brother! And maaaybe if you wanted to add some angst before it got better 👀 anyways hope you have a wonderful dayyyyy 😊

Anonymous said:

Can I get an unexpected sick atsumu that is at home from school with his brother after sleeping in. Their mother had the day off and didn’t feel like going anywhere so she allowed them to stay home. Maybe in the middle of the afternoon Atsumu starts to feel strangely sick but he hoped it would pass if he took a nap. He slept on the top bunk while Osamu plays video games on the bottom when he sudden wakes up without warning and starts to projectile spew. Caretaker Mom (cause I need some sweet momma content) and Osamu being supportive and understanding.

The Biggest Idiot of All Idiots: a Miya twins sick fic

Characters: sick Atsumu, caretakers Osamu & Mama Miya (lol)

Word Count: 3,426 (!!!)

Warnings: swearing, heat exhaustion passing out, and Miya-family shenanigans

Part 2

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Thank you for the requests and kind words!! I combined it with one from @super-secret-sick-fics

I changed a couple details, but tried to stay mostly true to what was asked for! I hope that’s okay :)

This is gonna be a two-parter bc it got to be way too long. I’m not sure when Part 2 will be up yet.

I didn’t edit this at all (I never do, honestly) and I know I’ll hate myself for that later. But alas, I have zero patience so here it is!

Enjoy :)

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Atsumu was rudely awakened by something annoying and probably stupid pushing up on his back.

“Tsumu, get outta bed ya lazy asshole.”

Ah yes, the annoying and definitely stupid thing was his equally annoying and stupid brother shoving the bottom of his mattress up from the bottom bunk.

“Why?” he grumbled and flipped over onto his stomach. He buried his head into his pillow and sighed. There was a subtle ache nagging at him on the left side of his head and he wanted it to go away.

“Cause Ma took the day off to do yard work and chores with us. It’s ‘sposed to be hot today so we said we’d do the yard work first thing. Remember? Or are you really that stupid?”

Osamu’s face popped up over the railing of Atsumu’s bed. His brother’s normal deadpan stare was accented by a single eyebrow raise of expectation.

Atsumu narrowed his eyes at him for a brief moment before groaning. He sat up and the pain in his head spread to encompass the rest of his head. Immediately, he was cranky.

“Fine. Just get outta my face,” Atsumu all but spit. Osamu’s face scrunched up, but he jumped down to the floor.

“What’s crawled up yer ass so early?” He mumbled, pulling on some athletic shorts. Atsumu wanted to respond with something snarky, but the pain in his head muddled his thoughts and he couldn’t think of anything clever enough.

“Screw you,” he settled on and crawled to the ladder to get out of bed. The headache would most likely go away after he ate something, so there was no need to say anything about it and risk getting teased.

Osamu eyed him, a frown on his face for a second. Then he scoffed.

“Alright assface. I’ll be downstairs. Ma made breakfast.” With that, he left the room.

Atsumu took his time getting dressed and ready for the day. He was moving slower thanks to the ache in his skull. The dumb headache also made his body feel tired and achy so he didn’t really feel the need to push things and make it worse.

“Good mornin’, Sweetheart!” His mother greeted when he finally made it to the kitchen. She was at the stove, flipping some pancakes, her salt and pepper hair pulled back in a loose braid. She was already in work clothes. Atsumu had to admit that it was going to be nice to spend some time with his mom. Their father ran a small convenience store, so she had to work full time to help supplement that income. He was excited to spend time with either of his parents when he could, even if it was doing chores.

The twins had, of course, offered to get part time jobs. However, both of their parents shut down the idea quickly, telling them to focus on volleyball and “enjoying their youth.”

“Mornin’” he yawned and sat down across from Osamu at the table. He was already half way done eating and scrolled mindlessly through his phone. Atsumu tried to do the same, but the tiny words and the blue light from his phone only exacerbated his headache, so he sighed and gave up. Instead, he put his head down on his arms and waited for his mom to tell him to come get his food. After a minute, Osamu kicked his shin under the table.

“Oi, what’re ya doin’?” he asked roughly. Atsumu rolled his eyes and exhaled, annoyed.

“‘M tired. That alright with ya?” He glared at his brother. Osamu kept steady eye contact, rising to Atsumu’s challenge. The lights burned though, and Atsumu had to blink. He clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

“Yer bein’ weirder than normal,” Osamu said with his mouth full of pancake. Atsumu’s lip curled in disgust.

“Yer disgustin’.”

“Says the pig.”

“Listen—“

“Tsumu! Come get yer breakfast!” Miya-san interrupted. Osamu smirked at him, smug about getting the last word.

Atsumu sat down at the table with a single pancake, half a spoonful of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice. His mother gave him an earful about not eating enough and he was sure that Samu would do the same.

Osamu eyed his plate and then eyed Atsumu and then his breakfast again. His twin pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything, shoving more food in his mouth.

While Atsumu was grateful that his brother didn’t comment on his smaller-than-usual meal, he was incredibly suspicious of the lack of insults.

The truth was, Atsumu’s stomach felt...wrong. He wasn’t sure what it was because he didn’t feel sick persay, but he didn’t feel good either. Starting off with a smaller meal and going back for seconds was more appealing to him than having a plate full of food that his brother and mom would force him to eat.

Atsumu ate his meal in silence and hoped that it would help his headache and the strange feeling in his stomach before he had to spend all afternoon doing yard work in the blazing summer heat.

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Osamu watched his brother weeding the flower bed with a careful eye. Something was wrong. He knew it from the moment Atsumu woke up. His stupid brother wouldn’t tell him anything (if he even registered it himself, the idiot) so the only thing he could do was keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t start crying or dying.

They’d been outside for about an hour and a half now, weeding, mowing the lawn, planting new flowers, and whatever else their mom wanted and it was only getting hotter. The sun wasn’t even directly above them yet, but the heat surrounded them like a thick blanket. It felt like Osamu was moving through a pool of jell-o while he pushed the lawn mower forward.

Osamu was sweating and panting ever so slightly, but Atsumu looked like he just returned from a grueling volleyball game. He was dripping sweat and his shoulders moved visibly up and down with each breath he took. Osamu figured that his brother was probably dehydrated and too stupid to admit it or too stupid to realize it.

“Tsumu,” Osamu called. Atsumu pulled his head up from the weeds and squinted at his brother across the lawn. He was pale, and all of Osamu’s twinstincts told him Atsumu needed to go inside quickly.

“Wanna go get lunch?” He tried, because Atsumu was dumb and wouldn’t admit that something was wrong, so Osamu needed to find some excuse for them to go inside. There, his mother would realize that something was up and force his brother to rest and hydrate.

“We just ate not that long ago. You that hungry, ya pig?” Came the snappy comeback. It had less bite to it than usual. The lack of venom from this and the weak comebacks from this morning only solidified for Osamu that his brother was not alright. That, coupled with the sheer amount of sweat and his continued heavy breaths made it seem like the idiot was dying or something.

“Screw you,” Osamu sneered (because even if something was wrong with his stupid brother he was still an unbearable asshole). “It’s hot and I’m working up more of a sweat. So yeah, ‘m hungry.” Atsumu waved him off lethargically.

“Then you go in. I’m almost done here,” Atsumu all but wheezed and turned back to the flower bed. Osamu took a deep breath and tried to remember that he was attempting to be a good brother and good brothers don’t punch their dying brothers in the face.

“Just come in and get some water then,” Osamu offered, walking to stand behind his brother. Atsumu looked over his shoulder, his ugly face contorted into confusion.

“Why’re you being so nice?”

Osamu squeezed his fist by his side.

“If you get dehydrated, I’ll have to play setter tomorrow at mornin’ practice and I don’t wanna.”

Hopefully the threat of being replaced, even if temporarily, would get Atsumu to see some sense. The longer Osamu studied him the more (begrudging) concern he felt. Now that he was closer, he noticed a glaze over Atsumu’s eyes and a flush to his cheeks.

Osamu surmised from this that his stupid idiot brother caught a summer cold like a stupid idiot.

Atsumu hesitated, but eventually, nodded. He put his hands on his knees to push himself up. Osamu let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. One battle down. Next he’d have to convince him to rest up some.

His relief was short-lived. As soon as Atsumu stood up, his knees buckled underneath him and he fell back onto Osamu heavily. Startled, Osamu just barely managed to keep his balance and catch him, holding Atsumu under his arms.

“What the fu--” he started, ready to lay into Atsumu, only to be stopped by the vacant look in his brother’s eyes. It was different from the haze he noticed just a second ago. It was like Atsumu wasn’t seeing anything. His eyes stared off blankly at nothing, half-lidded and foggy. He was still panting, but it was shallower, if possible.

The next thing Osamu noticed was how cool Atsumu’s skin felt, despite the intense heat and the flush of his cheeks. Atsumu, the dumbass, was indeed not okay.

“Tsumu? Hey, can you hear me?” Osamu asked. Atsumu’s eyes slowly found Osamu’s, but it still didn’t look like he registered anything. The only response he got was a whine.

“Shit. Yer so freakin’ stupid, you dumbass,” Osamu muttered. Atsumu groaned. There was no way he could get Atsumu into the house without help. Thankfully, the flower bed was near the front door, so he wouldn’t have to take him far, but the door was shut in an attempt to keep the hot air outside, so he needed help.

“Ma!” Osamu yelled, “Ma! C’mere, quick! Tsumu’s sick!” Atsumu winced at his brother’s volume.

“Sorry, ‘Tsumu, I’m sorry. Fuck. I can’t believe you--” Osamu said frantically, despite himself. He really didn’t like his brother, but he still loved him and this was still very scary.

Their mom was at the door a second later, concern already painted on her face. Upon noticing her one son all but unconsciousness, leaning on her other son, the concern grew to panic and she was outside and beside them in no time flat.

“What in the hell happened?” she asked, brushing Atsumu’s hair back. Her eyes widened when she no doubt picked up on the abnormal cool temperature of his brother’s skin.

“He’s been actin’ weird all mornin’. Then he came out here in this heat and I just convinced him to go inside for some water when he passed out. He’s so freakin’ stupid.” Osamu explained.

“Of course, the stubborn idiot. Let’s get him inside and cool him off,” his mother said, still holding Tsumu’s face.

“Yeah. I can do it, I just need yer help with the door and getting him on my back,” Osamu replied. The longer they were in this heat the more dangerous it became so they needed to move as quickly as they could without making things worse.

Together, they managed to get Atsumu on Osamu’s back.

“Hold on, idiot,” Osamu commanded. Atsumu buried his face into his brother’s shoulders. He weakly grabbed onto his wrist to keep his arms wrapped around Osamu’s shoulder. Relief trickled in to meet Osamu’s panic when he realized that meant that Atsumu may be coming to just a little. Yeah

As soon as they were inside, their mom went to the kitchen to get some water and wet rags while Osamu took his imbecile brother to the couch. He laid him down, putting his feet up on the arm rest (all the boys on the volleyball team knew how to deal with heat exhaustion) and brought the fan closer. He sat on the floor beside Atsumu’s feet and waited for him to come back.

Miya-san came back a second later with a sports drink and several wash cloths. She placed one on Atsumu’s forehead and he sighed (Osamu was once again relieved that his brother seemed to be registering at least a little of his surroundings). The others she used to pat down his arms and legs.

The next few minutes were tense and silent as they waited for the idiot of the bunch to cool down and return to the land of the fully conscious.

“Sa-Samu?” Atsumu breathed. Osamu’s head whipped towards his brother. Atsumu was squeezing his eyes shut, a deep frown settled on his face.

“Tsumu, thank god,” Osamu exhaled heavily.

“Atsumu, baby, can you hear me? How’re ya feelin’?” Their mother asked gently, sweeping his hair back and sitting on the floor beside his head.

Atsumu’s eyes trailed lazily to meet their mother’s and he took a second longer than Osamu would have liked to respond.

“Head...head hurts,” he whined and closed his eyes again, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“Mhm, that’s to be expected when yer a dummy that got heat exhaustion. When yer ready, I need ya to sit up and drink something, okay?” She said, cupping his cheek. Her words, though seemingly harsh, were always soft. They never failed to comfort the twins whenever they were upset about something.

Atsumu visibly leaned into her touch.

“H-hot,” he murmured.

“No, shit, idiot,” Osamu responded. His mother shot him a glare. He rolled his eyes at her hypocrisy.

Another few minutes later, and they eased Atsumu into a sitting position and handed him the green sports drink (which Osamu found gross, but was his brother’s favorite). He took small sips and deep breaths.

“I’m goin’ to go get ya a little something to munch on, alright baby? Call me if ya need something,” Miya-san said. She kissed the top of his head and left the room.

Osamu watched his brother with a careful eye. He took in the flush of his cheeks, the paleness of the rest of his face, his shaking hand that rested subtly on his stomach. Sure, he just passed out and these things should be no surprise, but something deep in Osamu’s bones told him that Atsumu was hiding something; that something more was wrong.

“‘M gonna go help, Ma. Don’t do anything stupid.” Osamu stood and Atsumu nodded. The lack of a return insult, the lack of any verbal response at all from his obnoxious twin set all of Osamu’s nerves on edge.

“Ma,” he said as he entered the kitchen, “I think Tsumu is really sick.” He leaned against the counter where she was getting some crackers to put on a plate.

“He just passed out from heat exhaustion, Samu of course he’s sick.” She smiled at him softly.

“No, no. I mean… he’s been weird all mornin’ and I think somethins’ wrong,” Osamu pushed. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but his whole body told him that Atsumu was being a bigger idiot than either of them realized.

Miya-san glanced over at her son. Osamu tried to convey on his face how strongly he felt about this, how she needed to believe him. She studied him for a second before nodding and turning back to the plate.

“Okay. We’ll keep an eye on him, alright?” Osamu’s shoulders relaxed minutely.

In the living room, Atsumu was lying down again, his head pillowed against the arm rest and his legs curled into his stomach. He was still frowning.

“Tsumu, you should eat something,” Osamu tried. The frown on Atsumu’s face morphed into a grimace.

“Don’t wanna…” he replied, petulantly.

“Just a few crackers, please?” Miya-san asked, sitting by Atsumu’s feet. He looked between the two of them and sighed.

“Fine,” he relented. Too easily, for Osamu’s liking. On Osamu’s list of Things To Hate About Atsumu, stubbornness was easily in the top three.

Atsumu nibbled on a few crackers until their mother seemed satisfied and left the room. As soon as she did, Atsumu collapsed heavily back onto the couch.

Osamu paused for a second before he gave in to his baser instincts as a brother and twin and sat beside Atsumu on the couch. Almost immediately, Atsumu repositioned himself to lean on Osamu’s shoulder.

Osamu felt the tension ease out of his shoulders when his brother exhaled slowly and shakily, closing his eyes.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s really goin’ on? Or are you gonna continue to be stupid?” Osamu asked after a moment.

His ill twin tenses again and Osamu almost feels bad. Key word: almost.

(If Atsumu was going to continue being an asshole, he would not feel bad if this came and bit him in the ass.)

“...I don’t know. Just been feelin’ odd all day,” Atsumu relented and Osamu’s eyes disappeared behind his hairline.

“Must be feelin’ pretty bad if yer admittin’ it so easily,” Osamu teased. The guilt pooling in his stomach was not something he’d share with his brother easily. His pride wouldn’t let him.

That didn’t take away from the fact that it was there though. Of course it was. Osamu could tell something was off the second he looked at Atsumu’s face this morning, yet he let him go on and work in the scorching sun all morning.

“Mmm,” Atsumu hummed, easing further into his brother’s side.

“Can ya tell me what’s wrong?” Osamu rested his head on Atsumu’s.

“Head hurts. Stomach’s been feelin’ weird,” Atsumu yawned. Osamu nodded.

“Wanna go take a shower and lay in bed?”

“Can’t move even if I wanted to.”

“I’ll help ya, stupid,” Osamu scoffed.

“Why’re you bein’ so nice?” Atsumu asked again. Osamu wouldn’t acknowledge the twinge in his chest that came when Atsumu didn’t believe that Osamu could be nice to him when he needed to be.

“No one else is gonna be,” he said instead.

“Ma’s here,” came the rebuttal.

“Let’s just go upstairs. You should get some rest so I don’t have to sub for ya at practice tomorrow.”

“Hate to admit it, Samu, but I don’t think I’ll make practice tomorrow,” Atsumu grumbled.

And well. Fuck. If Atsumu was already thinking that way, if he wasn’t fighting him about practice, wasn’t convinced he’d go tomorrow, then he must be really sick. The rock in Osamu’s stomach got a little heavier.

“Let’s go,” Osamu said. Atsumu nodded.

“Ma! I’m taking Tsumu upstairs to shower and get in bed!” Osamu called to their mom.

With that, Osamu eased his brother to stand, trying to ignore the way his face paled when he was upright, and slowly they made their way upstairs.

Osamu made Atsumu take a cold shower before he allowed him to settle into bed.

(Atsumu protested and whined the whole time. Osamu kept to himself that the argument that ensued made him feel a little better about Atsumu’s overall condition.)

Atsumu fell asleep almost instantly, curled into a ball around his pillow. Osamu gave him a sweatshirt and some athletic shorts to wear because he kept complaining about being cold. Convincing him that it was just because of the shower and that he’d warm up proved completely fruitless, so in the end Osamu relented.

Looking at his brother now, Osamu could tell that the worst was yet to come. Again, it was just a gut feeling. It set him on edge and kept his shoulders tight by his ears.

When Miya-san came to check on them, Osamu apologized, and though it meant showing his concern for his idiotic brother, asked her if he could skip their chores for the rest of the day and hang out in their room to keep an eye on Atsumu.

(Their mother was the one person they couldn’t lie to; she’d see past their proud facades and break them down with her eyes until they relented and told her what was really happening. Eventually, they stopped trying to lie to her.)

She agreed easily and told him she would run out to the store to prepare for the worst case scenario (see: Atsumu being a whiny little pissant). Osamu shouldn’t have been surprised that she believed him about his weird gut feeling. Thinking back on it, the two twins always knew when something was wrong with the other.

Miya-san left and Osamu took one last look at his brother sleeping on the top bunk before settling on the floor in front of his own bed. He grabbed an X-Box remote and turned on some game he’s played a thousand times, the volume low, and waited for the other shoe to drop.