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Ever since they were little Osamu has always shared his food with Atsumu, so that he wouldn’t get hungry.
Ever.
If it was their bento box, done. Dinner? Done. Snacks? Done.
A day wouldn’t go by in which Osamu wouldn’t at least prepare one meal for Atsumu.
When they entered middle school, he still was the person to prepare at least one meal alongside his mom. In high school, it were around two or three meals or snacks.
When they went off to do their own thing after high school, things got a little more complicated, but Osamu always made sure to pay Atsumu a visit wherever he was, and he had prepared something for him in advance. Whether it meant that it was for his twin who was nearby, or across the country playing a match against one of the top volleyball teams of the country, Osamu was there.
Did it motivate and inspire him to start his own shop and business as Onigiri Miya? Maybe.
Today, too. There was an important match going around with the MSBY Black Jackals. Winning this one meant going through to the finals. Osamu knew Atsumu had been working hard for this one.
He was watching through the big TV that was hung in the back of the stadium where all the stands were located. Atsumu was out for this round, but it wouldn't take long before they had earned that point back and he could enter the court again.
Busying himself with some orders that came and went, the scores kept jumping, with MSBY in the lead by just two points.
The rice that he was still holding in his hand was becoming dry — but he didn’t notice until his co-worked tapped him on the shoulder.
“Osamu-san, your rice,” she hissed.
“Wha— oh, shit.” He got out of his trance, grumbled softly because of the wasted rice and started over, his eyes still plastered to the TV.
“Ya know,” the customer he was helping started.
“Yes?” Osamu, in his mind, rolled his eyes. Now he had to focus on and the customer, and the TV, and the rice. But he could do it. Volleyball was a hectic game of paying attention to everyone’s every move as well, so his experience with volleyball sure came in handy.
The customer continued. “You’re looking an awful lot like that Miya fellow that’s currently playing on the court.” He was staring at Osamu, approaching him closer and closer. Luckily his stand was high enough to separate the two of them, but it still seemed like the customer was going to be jumping over it.
“Oh,” Osamu answered. “Do I really?” He could hear his co-worker giggle in the back and he couldn’t help but let a short laugh escape himself.
“You don’t hear that often, do you?”
Osamu had to try his hardest not to laugh or point at the logo of his stand and business, but the man would probably think he meant Miya as in Miya Atsumu. So, he decided to play a little game with him.
“As a matter of fact, I don’t.”
“Really?” The man seemed confused by that statement and watch Osamu as he continued on with working on his rice balls.
“Yup,” Osamu simply replied. He heard his co-worker snicker again and quickly side eyed her with a smile. He wanted to get this order over and done with so that he could start his order for Atsumu. He got the customer what he ordered, made sure to make him pay and got to it. His co-worker started taking the orders while he was perfecting his twin’s lunch. Just like he had in middle school and high school.
Right as he had finished up, he noticed the time had flown by and that it was already nearly time for…
“‘Samu!” he suddenly heard from a close distance. He looked up and a smile came on his face. There he was, his more famous brother, but certainly not the brother who could cook better.
“‘Tsumu,” he replied, the box filled with food in his hand, ready to give it to his brother. “Did the match go well? I couldn’t watch all of it, it got super busy all of a sudden.”
“Ah, don’t worry ‘bout it. I already knew ya were watchin’, waiting on me with that delicious meal. Thanks ‘Samu, I was starving like hell.”
Atsumu, receiving the box of food from his brother, was too invested in quickly opening it up and digging into it, that he didn’t notice the horde of fans suddenly surrounding them. Osamu laughed softly, the fans probably didn’t realize Atsumu still needed his lunch and dinner being made by his twin sibling. Most fans — (not that one customer apparently) — knew Atsumu had a twin who worked for Onigiri Miya, owned it, and even got a portable stand that would travel to wherever Atsumu was playing. But to see that his food was made by that same person, shocked them the most.
At least they now knew that Atsumu wasn’t ever going to be hungry. His twin brother would make sure of that.