#reina.lovesatsumu

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osamu visits atsumu a little after his brother signs with msby and with his pro volleyball uniform displayed on the bed, waiting to be folded, and atsumu outside in the living room, he can’t help himself from giving it a try.

osamu knows that being a professional athlete is not a career he wants to undertake, but he can’t curb the curiosity. he slides the dri-fit material over his head, and though it’s a little tight since it’s tailored for his twin’s body and not his, osamu can still say it fits well.

he walks over to atsumu’s full length mirror, turns around to see how his name and number look on his back, and doesn’t realize that atsumu’s done with his phone call and watching him from his doorframe.

osamu goes to defend himself, already ripping the jersey from his body. and of course atsumu is cheeky, poking fun at his brother and missed opportunities.

“what are ya doing there?”

“it’s an ugly number! and bulk up! ya could do more upper body workouts if this is ya size.”

but there’s no taunts when he gifts osamu his official jersey before it’s been released. neither does osamu when he gives his brother an apron and uniform once they’re made.

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the idea that osamu still plays volleyball leisurely with his neighborhood association but he always gets stuck setting bc it’s the hardest position brings me to tears. probably atsumu too. and osamu loves when atsumu visits bc then he can finally spike freely

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cw: dad! osamu; atsumu pov

atsumu touches down 26 hours after his first nephew’s birth. he takes the first flight out when he gets the news and even then, he gets a notification halfway through that you’ve been released and are headed to ma’s house.

that’s good news, atsumu reasons as he stares out the window of the train, the fabric of his sweatpants making a swish swish whenever he jostles.

osamu has been updating him through every moment of your giving birth, probably much to your chagrin with that way you snarl at the camera, sweating with hair clinging to your temples and samu gives a bright grin he’s never in his life seen him make.

there’s something that stirs in atsumu, a special type of yearning because this is something absolutely new. something that neither of the twins have ever experienced before and atsumu feels like he’s missing out. the man has never been lonely in his life with osamu by his side, but it’s glaringly obvious that he’s the odd one out this time and he desperately wants to be there.

and it’s like samu knows with the amount of videos and pictures he sends just so he can keep his brother involved. none of it prepares him when he walks through his childhood home’s door. the one he and samu entered as a babe and now as an adult. the one he enters to greet the newest member of his family at a meager 3kg.

you sashay to him with your weary look and new mother glow. osamu eagerly follows with a splitting grin that atsumu cannot help but emulate. this is his brother at his best and he cannot wait to meet the reason why.

“look who’s here,” you sing as you place the baby into atsumu’s waiting but inexperienced arms. the baby jostles, shaking its fist against his mouth, muffling its wails, until he settles comfortably against atsumu’s chest.

“hey kid,” atsumu is in awe. he might be crying but there’s little attention the blonde can focus on himself when the best addition to the world outside of his samu is in his hold right now. “it’s dada tsum.”

“dada’s been taken by osamu,” you mention gently but he notices how you don’t try to correct him.

“papa then,” atsumu smiles, “papa tsumu.”

you only reciprocate, curling one hand around his bicep while your finger plays with your son’s cheeks, “you look good with a baby in your arms papa tsumu.”

“of course i do.”

he doesn’t believe it until he sees his brother with his own baby in his arms. there may be bags under his brother’s eyes and his shirt might be wrinkled beyond saving, but osamu looks content in a way a man can only he wish he is. sleepless but not restless, his brother sings to his child a song they learned as children themselves.

if that’s what osamu looks like with a baby, maybe he wants one too.

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atsumu scampers away to avoid your wrath until you’re ready for him, his timely arrival associated with gifts. osamu looks you dead in the eye, unaffected, and says, “need me to fuck the stress outta ya?”

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the twins call each other, squabble for about 15 mins, and most of the time, they hang up and go about their day.

but sometimes one of them will go yeah… ending the convo but not quite the phone call. so they put their earbuds in, osamu transfers the contents of his apron pockets into one, slips atsumu into the other, then washes his hands and starts prepping for tomorrow.

atsumu places osamu in his breast pocket, right near his heart, and goes on a walk. the air is sticky but the birds are singing. atsumu hums to himself with the ambient sound of steel hitting wood. they say nothing.

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for @miya-dynasty baby <3 kissing you all over your face i love you. oh this is angsty btw as expected for nhi

Atsumu doesn’t expect you to answer when he knocks on Osamu’s door. Off season gives him time to mooch off his brother, hang out on his couch, and live a little of their childhood again. This visit of his youth happens to include you. He side eyes his brother when you greet him, cheery at the call of his name, exactly like the way he’s always imagined. Osamu looks away in shame. He knows.

Atsumu’s never admitted his tiny, smidgen of a crush on you back in high school, but by that look of guilt, there must have been some part of Samu that knew. 

Something sick festers in Atsumu’s gut but the blow is softened at the press of your nape. He closes his eyes and inhales, the kinds you take right before it rains.

“We’re just friends with benefits,” Osamu says at dinner, an unusually quiet one where their utensils do more of the talking than their mouths. The athlete takes it as an olive branch, but he sees right through it. His brother neither admits nor denies his guilt.

Neither does he when he says, “as long as the both of ya are happy.”

He meant it, he really did, but it doesn’t take long for Atsumu to realize he’s playing a very fucked up version of house. It’s a house where he sleeps on the living room couch, where Osamu has the audacity to sneak you in but the sensibility to at least wait until he’s fallen asleep. It’s the kind of house where sometimes you look for him just to say goodbye, a nervous wave at your fingertips, and it’s the kind of home where he catches you and his twin fighting while he swishes mouthwash behind his teeth.

“Fine, it’s whatever,” you mumble, grabbing your things and making your way out.

Atsumu barely makes it to the sink to spit out his gargle so he can stop you.

“I don’t have to go, right?” Osamu half heartedly follows, pleading more than anything. “It’s not like we’re dating.”

You spin right in front of his door. Venom evident on your tongue, “I fucking get it, Osamu. We’re nothing.”

You cross your hands in the air, shaking your head at the same time and Atsumu just knows from his stance in the kitchen that you’re crying. “Nothing! You don’t have to keep fucking reminding me!”

“Tha–”

“Shut the fuck up.” You glare at him, lips pursed in a line to stop them from quivering. “Shut the fuck up right now and let me fucking leave in peace.”

The twins watch you walk away. Osamu’s front door swings in your rage. When the sting in his heart burns more than the mint on his tongue, Atsumu runs out. He looks back at his brother, still confined in a stupor.

“Aren’t ya going to chase after her?” Atsumu’s incredulous. He looks both ways for any hint to where you’ve gone and when Osamu looks down once more, Atsumu cannot help but snarl. His brother’s guilt sickens him and he makes an internal vow to never be like him.

Atsumu runs and he realizes maybe he never meant his words at all because when it comes to happiness, all he cares about is yours.

He finds you near the bus stop in an angry hunch over the bench and debates. Then he sees the bus slowly creep in front of the stop. Atsumu’s an athlete. Analyzing the distance, he knows he could reach you if he ran, but for some reason his feet stays planted. For some reason, it already feels like it’s too late, that the reason why you hesitate to take the first step into the transit is for some other reason that’s not him. So he turns around and walks back to Osamu’s home. 

He thinks his brother is a coward for not wanting to commit to you.

But you’re somewhere off probably crying in public and glaring at anyone who has the audacity to look at you. Osamu’s angry chopping in the kitchen, onions most likely to give his eyes an actual reason to burn. And he’s outside his door, hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall.

You’re out there.

And they’re still here.

“Damn,” Atsumu says to no one but himself, “we really are twins.”

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he’s a ten but he has a twin brother that’s also a ten

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mini golfing on the first date with atsumu does not go well

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guys. rn i’m thinking about the sadness atsumu feels the first time he meets msby and they start calling him miya. he’s not tsumu anymore, not even atsumu. no one needs to address him by his first name bc there’s no need to differentiate him from his brother. bc osamu decided not to play volleyball with him anymore.

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atsumu’s favorite thing is when you kiss his fingertips. when you’re lying in bed and his restless hands cannot stop imprinting affection into your skin, he loves when you take them into yours and bring them softly to your lips. featherlight presses into the tips of his fingers, atsumu brims with love because he takes so much care of them. they’re his job, they’re the way he shows his passion and for you to love them just as tenderly, makes him feel so understood.

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did you guys know that atsumu became a setter for osamu? i’m only asking bc i never knew until i read the translation for the manga.

when osamu says, “i want to hit a lot of spikes.”

atsumu decides immediately. his response is, “then i’ll set them to ya.”

and i literally want to cry. atsumu recognized what his brother wanted and instantly, his first thought is how can i let that happen? what can i do to give osamu what he wants? where do i fit in my brother’s wishes?

like i know some say that osamu’s the one following atsumu around japan, serving his food at his games, but how much do you want to bet that it’s atsumu responsible? he hears of the next venue they’re playing at and offers onigiri miya as a vendor immediately without even discussing with his brother.

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do you think when osamu’s being suspicious or secretive or something, atsumu uses his face to unlock his phone and start snooping?

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my one problem with writing atsumu is that i can’t get him to shut the fuck up. he possesses me like a demon and i can’t stop typing. this story isn’t even about him!

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atsumu doesn’t wear compression sleeves bc osamu stole them all

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any development in atsumu’s love life and he’s immediately calling osamu kicking and screaming to let him know. osamu on the other hand, soft launches his significant other by posting a selfie with their shoulder in it. or sharing a story of the food he’s about to eat but there are two servings.

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this wip is called love in the eyes of an outsider as told from atsumu’s pov. and it was just supposed to be about how osamu only calls atsumu to play volleyball when he’s in a fight with reader but now i’ve made it about their brotherhood and im so sad.