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#this is just my loveletter to the miya brotherhood
heich0e · 2 years
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osamu doesn't tell atsumu when you start having contractions.
it's 10:30 in the morning and the day is well underway, but it's 4:30 AM in Paris, and the olympic opening ceremonies are set to begin in a little more than half a day's time.
so, even though osamu has never felt like he needs his twin more, he says nothing--and instructs the rest of his friends and family to do the same.
because he knows. knows that no matter how many arguments (from petty squabbles and silent treatments to all-out brawls) the two of them may have gotten into in the past three decades, his brother would drop everything--forsake the red jersey he wears, the gold that he hopes to bring back with him to japan--and come home to him. to you. to his family.
osamu paces around the hospital by himself for a while. you've been in labour for what feels like an eternity, with no significant changes, and it's only given osamu's anxiety time to swell. only allowed the pressure to build in his chest like a storm that threatens to sink him. so when you finally manage to close your eyes and get some rest after more than 12 hours at the hospital, he slips out from the room and takes a walk to compose himself.
he doesn't feel ready, doesn't feel qualified for such a massive responsibility. he's been so happy, so excited up until this point, but now that it's finally here and happening and real he's terrified.
he wishes atsumu was with him.
no, his brother is never someone you'd want to have in a crisis--too dramatic, too rowdy, too loud. he's, objectively, probably the last person you'd want around in the midst of any sort of pandemonium.
and osamu has never wanted to see his stupid face more.
he knows that if atsumu was just here he would somehow feel better. less frightened. more sure.
he crouches down in the middle of the waiting room he's wandered into on his aimless excursion, his hands tangled in his messy, greasy hair that's been trapped under an old Onigiri Miya hat all day, and fights to calm himself.
it's after 3 am, and whatever corner of the hospital osamu had journeyed into is mostly abandoned save for the occasional rattling of a cart passing through the hallway or staff bustling past. it's a tiny room, with uncomfortable chairs and the drone of a television that rests mounted on the wall in the corner.
he glances up just in time to see the japanese olympic team making their entrance to the opening ceremonies.
he spots his brother there almost immediately in the sea of red and white athletic wear. it's just a glimpse. a fleck of peroxide blonde amongst crowd of athletes. the nation's best.
atsumu must know what it feels like to carry responsibility on his shoulders, osamu thinks then, knowing that the flag of their country is literally on his back. atsumu must understand the burden of taking on a role that sometimes feels too large to bear, but that he devotes himself to earnestly.
osamu watches the television screen as tears well in his eyes, and he feels overwhelmingly proud. proud to be atsumu's brother. inspired by him in ways he'll never tell him (unless one of them is about to bite it--in which case he might make an exception). grateful to have had him by his side for his entire life.
it's a privilege to miss atsumu in this moment--spoiled by having had him there with him for every other important moment and milestone--and it's an honour to be his twin.
and osamu smiles, watery though it may be, while he watches his brother join the rest of the olympians representing their country half-way across the world.
he stands and makes his way back to you with a newfound surety.
the next few hours will be hell. the coming days too, though the hardest-fought battle will be over. but he'll have you. and the baby.
and he can't wait to tell atsumu all about it.
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heich0e · 2 years
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𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚔𝚒
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