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“So tell me,” he says softly, eyes locked on Osamu’s, “does this place offer takeout? Because I’m suddenly craving something a little... different.” His gaze drops, lingers just long enough on Osamu’s mouth. “Something hot. A little warm. Something that’ll actually leave a mark.”
The corner of Osamu’s mouth twitches and his face goes bright red.
Oikawa counts that as the best answer he could ask for.
Oikawa Tooru didn’t mean to stay in Osaka. He definitely didn’t mean to fall for a grumpy onigiri shop owner with too many walls. But somewhere between shared secrets and sake on slow nights, he finds something he wasn’t looking for. Home.
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Being your twin, that's the best thing that ever happened to me. Even with all the pain - I'd choose to be your twin again and again.
I love you, stupid brother. Always have, always will. Even when you were being the most annoying person on earth, even when I wanted to punch your face in - I loved you.
Keep being bright and loud and annoying. Keep loving volleyball with everything you have. Keep being you, Tsumu.
I'm just sorry I couldn't keep being me.
-Samu
After finding Osamu following his attempt, Atsumu struggles with an overwhelming fear of loss, deep-seated guilt, and a whirlwind of emotions. Meanwhile, Osamu embarks on a challenging journey of recovery, slowly learning to love and be loved again.
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- Part 2 of Enough
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In the heat of the moment, Rin whispers a name. "Tsumu…"
Osamu freezes.
Huh?
Rin, still clouded by alcohol and desire, mumbles again. "Atsumu…"
Osamu feels lonely and inferior his entire life. When he realizes his relationship started as a substitute for his twin, his world collapses.
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- Part 1 of Enough
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“I'll set for you one day.” He overhears Atsumu promising to Hinata after the game. These words strike Osamu harder than any loss on the court ever could. Osamu knows his brother respects Hinata’s game and all, but hearing him openly wish to set for someone else makes Osamu feel... replaceable. Almost like a betrayal.
It’s irrational and silly – Atsumu’s not just his setter, after all – but Osamu can’t shake off the feeling of being pushed aside. Like he’s no longer needed by Atsumu.
Every day, Osamu slips on a mask, the kind that conceals his true self from the world.
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Stranger with secrets by frostedcoffee
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
09 Nov 2023
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I thought we were friends.
But now you're just a stranger with all my secrets.
After reading Midoriya's letter about his secrets, Shouto wrote a letter to Midoriya.. in his journal.
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"...temperatures continued across the prefecture today, with a high of just 7 degrees Celsius in central Shizuoka and frost reported in Mishima and Gotemba early this morning..."
There's a figure sitting there. Black shirt, sleeves pushed up. A backward cap. Skin a shade darker than the last time he saw him, marked with faint tan lines. Chapped lips, brows furrowed even in sleep. His body curled toward the bed, like he’d been keeping vigil. Like he hadn’t moved in hours.
Miya Osamu. Former boyfriend. Former best friend. Lives four hours away.
And yet, here he was. In Shizuoka. Apparently magically appeared out of nowhere to sit by Rintarou’s hospital bed.
In 2018, Miya Osamu picked up a call, drove four hours, and tried to untangle everything with his own two hands.
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30 Oct 2025
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It felt like a nova was exploding in his gut, coils of galactic energy flowing through his non-body. Something else was running through him, a presence of sorts. A swirling galaxy with nebulas of emotion, comets of memory, and solar storms of effort. There were stars so close by and he could taste them. He could hear music that was so otherworldly he had no frame of reference for it. Currents of light were streaming through his existence, the colors dancing together to the music and vibrating in some choreography he was not privy to. Time was different, a concept that didn't seem quite so concrete as it did before...
Osamu gets caught up in an intergalactic battle for survival where he is the bait, while Atsumu races halfway across the galaxy to prove that his brother was still alive.
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22 Sep 2025
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“Taste that fer me.” Osamu says, offering a spoonful to Rin once it’s done.
Instead of acting like a normal human being and taking the spoon from Osamu, Rin leans forward, tongue out, and slips the cold metal into his mouth while the chef is still very much holding onto it.
Osamu swallows at the same time as Rin moans around the spoon.
The chef averts his eyes, closes them and screams internally.
“That’s so fucking good.” Rin praises, and wastes no time in reaching over to try and dip a finger into the cream. Osamu slaps his hand again before he makes it and clicks his tongue.
”Ouch.” Rin mumbles. “You’ve got freakishly strong hands, you know that?”
“I know.” He answers.
Of course he does, he grew up slapping Atsumu’s hands away.
“You must give a mean spanking.”
And Osamu’s brain screeches to a halt.
or an AU where Private Chef Osamu is hired by a mysterious (Rin is world famous, Osamu just got too lazy to search him up) billionaire and for the first time ever considers breaking his 'no sex in the kitchen' rule
(also if his idiot of a brother would stop trying to make a sugar daddy out of his boss's accountant, that'd be great)
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09 Sep 2025
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“I mean, fuck, Rin. We don’t go out anymore, we don’t have sex, we don’t see each other on our days off. Jesus, we hardly even speak anymore.”
“Just say what you actually mean, Samu.”
“I think we should break up.”
“I fucking knew it.”
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15 Jul 2025
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But now, Osamu’s eyes are full of warmth this time, gleaming in the light and softening around the edges as he thinks Suna’s words over. The corners of his lips turn upward only slightly before he speaks.
“I don’t know either. Wanna not cope together?”
Suna blinks at the proposition and suddenly realizes what’s in front of him: another trauma ridden man, from the same circumstance, but on the other end of the spectrum.
It hits him like a truck, almost knocks the breath out of him. How could he be so selfish? So he answers, almost inaudibly, because Osamu is waiting on bated breath.
“Yes.”
Osamu’s grin is absolutely divine.
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The epic highs and lows of being a rabies survivor.
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14 Jul 2025