Haikyuu Dead Dove
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Shouyou gets punished after being caught watching his dad jerking off
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Like any other day, Miya Osamu finds his twin insufferable. On the flip side, there's nothing he wouldn't do for him if he asked nicely enough. When Atsumu feels he isn't getting enough attention, Osamu will rectify it however the situation allows, even if that means keeping his brother seated on his lap while playing video games.
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“Atsumu, ya’ can’t keep calling me every time ya…” Osamu started as he opened the door to the room Atsumu was in, but shut himself right up the second he stepped in and got a whiff of Atsumu’s scent.
“Nii-san…” Atsumu whines the moment the door closes behind him. Atsumu is presenting. He is about to go into his first heat, if his sweet scent is anything to go by. "It... It hurts, Nii-san... h-help me."
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Or, the one where Atsumu is going through his first heat, and Osamu knows exactly how to help his baby brother out.
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Atsumu’s tongue peeks out from between his lips. Osamu follows it with his eyes. It slowly gives the whipped icing of the cupcake a tentative lick. How could Osamu forget his brother’s peculiar habit of always eating the icing first. He used to find the act disgusting, but now he can’t look away.
The icing is eaten without complaint, half of it gone before Atsumu even acknowledges Osamu. He side eyes Osamu and licks his lips. “There’s… something different about this one,” Atsumu says. Osamu’s heart drums violently in his chest. “I can’t put my finger on it…”
“Special ingredient,” Osamu says, testing fate. For a moment he thinks he’s been found out. Atsumu looks back and forth between the cupcake and his brother. Something flashes within his eyes a moment before it’s gone.
“Let me guess: blood, sweat, and tears?” Atsumu laughs, used to the hours Osamu spends slaving away in the kitchen. Of course that would be the conclusion he would come to. There is no reason for him to guess the truth.
Osamu smirks. “Something like that.”
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Osamu is gifted an unique cookbook and decides to test out some recipes on his unsuspecting brother.
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- Part 2 of The Miya Anthology
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Three plump grapefruits sit on the counter for the rest of the afternoon. The bright orange color of the rind burns a hole in Osamu’s mind. Ma has placed them right where the evening sun from the window filters in, beckoning Atsumu. He circles in and out of the kitchen the whole time Osamu is trying to help Ma make dinner. The bastard.
Otherwise known as: The Grapefruit Technique