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It was on the way back home from school when Shouyou's eyes was met with a pair of dark grey ones.
Shoyo halted to a stop as he slowly tried to approach the silver furred fox. It was then when he was close enough that he saw tears in the creature's eyes.
Why is it crying? Is it lost? Was Shouyou's questions.
Shouyou crouched down in front of the fox. When it didn't budge, Shouyou reached out his hand and tried to pat it. The fox stiffened under Shouyou's hand, but that didn't mean the fox would show any sign of fear. It was 6 in the afternoon, Shouyou was supposed to head straight for home, but as he ran his small fingers through the soft, silver furs, he thought, 'ah, i'll be fine.'
"You should be careful, someone could mistook you as wild and you'd get in big trouble for that," Shouyou muttered, more to himself.
The fox couldn't fully grasp what the orange boy just said but it sounded like he was being degraded so it growled and glared at the kid.
"H-Hey it was just a warning!" Shouyou responded knowingly.
For a wild fox to be perceived as not wild from a mere human is insulting, but the fox decided to let it slide when Shouyou gave the fox his leftover onigiri and thought it would spare the orange idiot's life.
For now.
The only explanation on how Osamu had ended up here, apart from his brother being a total jerk, was that he was separated from Atsumu. As siblings, specifically twins, it's normal for them to argue and bicker all the time. But today... today was different. The fact that Osamu would shed even a single tear for Atsumu was proof that this one was far more different than the ones before.
"I'm home," Shouyou called, out of habit, as he entered.
Shouyou gave the fox a defeated look as the fox glared back at him.
'So I brought him with me in the end,' Shouyou deadpanned.
Shouyou was careful enough to lead the fox to his room without looking suspicious and without having his little sister pointing it out, which would definitely cause a ruckus.
"So... are you hungry?"
This was new, Shouyou thought, for all his life he was loved and accepted by animals-- well, most animals except for the boars which just happened to be scattered all over his place. Shouyou glance over at the fox awkwardly as the fox helped itself and settled on top of his desk, making itself feel like home. As if decorating his desk with scratches wasn't enough, the fox kept throwing one pencil at a time down to the floor. Out of pure boredom.
Shouyou could only watch as the fox continued to make a mess out of his floor after a few failed attempts of getting the fox to listen to him. Because, from what Shouyou understood through the fox's bored face, was that it has 'i will never submit to the likes of you,' written all over it.
The fox rolled his eyes at Shouyou's attempt to make him comfortable. Shouyou was literally everywhere. He was at the kitchen then bam, he's back, asking the fox if he was hungry. Then Shouyou would bring a ball to the fox, a volleyball, as if he was representing his greatest trophy. Shouyou was here, Shouyou was there, Shouyou was everywhere.
Though Osamu would never admit aloud that Shouyou was a bit adorable when he fidgeted all over, picking the most comfiest blanket just for him, making sure he was cozy. Shouyou seemed to talk a lot about volleyball to the point that Osamu almost wanted to transform right here right now and tell the boy to stop and just get his damn rest, but he held back for a reason. A shameful reason he would definitely won't share.
Osamu found himself immersed in Shouyou's voice, he found himself wanting to listen to it on repeat, he found himself enjoying Shouyou's reactions towards his own rants and stories, he found himself wanting to pinch the chubby little cheeks and squeeze it whenever Shouyou had the audacity to pout. Osamu thought, licking his lips, he wanted to know what Shouyou taste like.
In the end, Shouyou dozed off after a long ten minutes of mumbling about what obviously seems to be volleyball and how he couldn't wait to get in high school and find out what his team would be like.
Osamu let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he thought, peace and quiet. Definitely in denial of wanting ti hear the melody once more.
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Shouyou was greeted with a handsome face the first thing in the morning when he woke up. A flush crept to his cheeks as he noticed how close he was with this stranger, how his face was only inches away from him, how even a slightest move would let their bodies collide against each other.
Handsome, sure, but--
"W-WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!"
Osamu shifted and groaned upon hearing the painfully loud voice, making Shouyou sat straight up but immediately regretted his decision as he crashed down to the floor. 'Curse you tiny bed!' Shouyou hissed. As Shouyou tried to scramble back to his feet, he immediately fell back down upon noticing that the man was--
"W-WHY ARE YOU N-NAKED? Y-YOU PERVERT!"
As Osamu registered that in his head, his eyes shot open. He shot up into a sitting position and looked around the room as if he was experiencing a minor amnesia. He clearly looked surprised but his actions made Shouyou question him so.
"W-Who are you?" Shouyou asked again, but rather quieter now.
Osamu finally rest his eyes at the orange boy who was on the floor, gaping at him. He was impressed at how red Shouyou's face was. Haven't he seen a naked man in his life before? What a loser.
...𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳.
Shuddup.
"Miya Osamu."
"Eh?"
"My name is Miya Osamu," he repeated.
The orange boy was still in a daze. Of course, a stranger suddenly appeared out of nowhere, naked. How is he NOT confused? His mind was immediately snapped back to reality when Osamu was about to lift up the blanket and reveal his--
"A-AH WAIT!" Shouyou jumped up, surprising the other at his sudden action, and bolted straight for his closet.
Shouyou was back a few minutes later with... clothes?
"Please wear this," he said. No, more like, he demanded.
Osamu hesitated as he took the clothes from Shouyou, he gave the little one a once over, noting that Shouyou indeed had a small frame despite being only a year younger than him.
He narrowed his eyes at the clothing held between his hands, doubt flashed before him whether he would fit or not. But was surprised that it actually did. Apparently, as Shouyou explained it, the shirt was a gift from his friend but the friend didn't double checked the size so he ended up getting Shouyou an XL sized tee without having any intention of doing so.
It's a coincidence, isn't it? It's like...
Fate.
Osamu shake off the ridiculous thought, hating himself at how easily he could be flustered at that.
"Ne, Osamu-san..." Shouyou began, making Osamu clenched his jaw from smiling.
His name felt nice through Shouyou's lips, he thought. Osamu mentally slapped himself.
"...Are you perhaps... a burglar?" Shouyou asked, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt.
Osamu finally allowed himself to smile. "Oh, yes. Sorry, I just got tired and wanted to rest for awhile--" Osamu stood up from the bed, all dressed with a black tee accompanied with gray shorts as he stared down at Shoyo, "--well, excuse me--"
"--I'll be continuing my business then," Osamu said bluntly.
"EHHHH????" Shouyou froze in his position as Osamu patted his shoulder as a sign of 'comfort.'
It actually took Shouyou a solid minute before realizing that Osamu was being sarcastic.
"Stop joking around!!" Shoyo blushed in embarrassment upon being caught like that. "Who are you seriously?"
Osamu sighed. "I'm from another dimension. There I'm considered a mortal, but here, hmm... I guess a handsome naked dude would suffice now for ya."
If Shouyou's face was red earlier, then right now it's RED, capital letters. Yes, there's a difference.
"Look, I'm the fox ya picked up yesterday." Osamu clarified boredly. "Ya see, us mortals live our first few days with whoever happened to picked us up. I guess luck wasn't on your side, kid."
Shoyo guffawed at that, still unbelieving what he was witnessing right now.
"So you're telling me that you'll live with me now?"
"Yes."
"For a few days?"
"Yep."
Silence embraced the two idiots standing, facing each other, in the little room for awhile.
"HAH???!! And you expect me to explain all that to my mum? What should I say? Oh, this is my friend from another dimension, definitely not a hentai that appeared out of thin air in his birthday suit."
"I mean," Osamu started, in his defense, "I'm really not hentai. And I didn't appear out of thin air."
Hinata gaped at that.
"You know what," Shouyou inhaled, grabbing Osamu's hand, which took him, yet again, by surprise, as he followed the orange boy to the... window??
Shoyou opened his window, letting the cold breeze of the morning wind enter his small room, and pushed Osamu forward.
"Leave."
Shouyou was known for how loud he tends to be, for his amazing jumping skills, for his kindness, for his positivity and support towards anyone and everyone. Either an enemy or a friend. It doesn't matter if you'll end up getting annoyed by Shouyou, because that's his nature, he's annoying, yet you can't help but to look out for him, you can't help but to check up on him.
Heck, even his complaints and hateful remarks would probably lift up your spirits.
So having Shouyou kicked out a mortal was new and surprising even for him.
Osamu turned around and shot the orange boy his death glare. "Excuse me?" He gestured towards the window, clearly insulted.
"What?" Shouyou crossed his arms over his chest. "You expect me to let you leave through the front door?"
"Uh, yes? I walked inside through the front door," Osamu shot back, lifting up his chin as if to mock the younger one.
Shouyou, not wanting to back down, fired back, "you were a fox then."
Though Osamu knew he was at a disadvantage here, he wouldn't want to back down that easily and lose to a mere human. Especially to someone far smaller than him. He hate to say it, but he had never been so grateful for his height, Osamu took this advantage to glare down at the shorter one, enjoying how Shouyou had to take a few steps back just so his neck wouldn't hurt from looking up so long.
The two ended up having a showdown early in the morning, in Shouyou's room.
"Shouyou, are you awake?" a woman's voice, his mother, called out from somewhere inside the house.
"Y-Yes!" Shouyou answered.
"Hmm? Aren't ya gonna get ready for school, Shouyou-kun?" Osamu asked.
"S-Shuddup! Aren't you gonna leave?" Shouyou asked, irritated.
"Hmm," was his only response, which irritates Shouyou even further.
After an accurate two minutes of glaring at Osamu who found something else to entertain him, Shouyou decided to deal with the fox later and get ready for school. While Shouyou muttered to himself at how childish and a jerk Osamu was, as if Osamu couldn't hear that loud and clear, Shouyou picked up all the pencils that was scattered all over his floor. One pencil = One insult. Shouyou tidied up his desk, glaring at Osamu from the corner of his eyes.
Osamu averted his gaze from the crows flying across the morning sky to the grumpy boy glaring at him, Osamu stifled a chuckle when Shouyou stepped on a pencil he missed out on and dropped dead to the floor, rubbing his small foot in pain. Osamu held back the urge to snort, clearly Shouyou never stepped on a lego before.
"Let's make a deal."
"Hmm?" Osamu lift his head up at this, his focus now 100% towards Shouyou.
"I'll let you stay with me for a few days in exchange of being my partner."
Osamu's 100% turned into 120% upon hearing that. P-Partner? Shouyou wanted him to be his partner? Osamu blushed at the thought of them together, turning his head to face the window and the sky once again, avoiding Shouyou's intense stare, surely didn't want him to see how red Osamu's face was by now.
"W-What are ya talkin' abo--"
"Be my volleyball partner, Osamu-san."