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Atsumu cracked his knuckles as he turned towards the three bullies who squirmed underneath those intense glare, so intense for a young 8 year old child.
As an 86 second older brother, he never promised he would protect Osamu, nor did he wanted to back down every time Osamu declared he was the elder one amongst them.
But Atsumu did promise that he would never be the bullied, HE would be THE bully.
Besides, why would he offer to watch his brother get bullied when he could easily do that himself?
"FUCKING COWARDS GO RUN TO YER MOTHERS!" Atsumu yelled after the scattering bullies.
Osamu hissed in disapproval at his brother's use of language but Atsumu just rolled his eyes.
"Ya don't have to save me and play pretend hero, Atsumu," Osamu scoffed as he took hold of Atsumu's held out hand and stood up, dusting off the invisible dust in his pants.
"Well I don't have to if ya'd stop being such a drama queen already."
"They threw my FOOD on the filthy CEMENT! They insulted food and I had to—"
"What?" Atsumu cuts off. "Defend it? Pfft. Look who's playin' hero now?"
Osamu was ready to throw hands but Atsumu cockily silenced him like an annoying brother he always was.
"Now exactly how do ya plan on fightin' three guys bigger than ya when ya don't even know the first thing in fighting?" Atsumu asked and forced himself not to laugh at the thought of Osamu trying oh so miserably to scramble away from the said 'big guys.'
"I-I'll learn. And I'll beat ya! I'll be stronger than ya!" Osamu declared, full of determination.
"I'd like to see when that day comes, Osamu."
"Yer on."
No one in their school likes the twins, actually. Atsumu always had a foul mouth which made the kids a bit uncomfortable and he's very violent, which not only made the kids uncomfortable but also cautious to keep their distance away. And Osamu, well... everyone just never talked to him as long as he's around his brother, Atsumu.
Sure, they got the pretty looks, they got talent and this was especially obvious when they decided to join the Volleyball Club. But those did not give out the fact that people would start to approach them.
That was why everyone was shocked when Aran approached them. Aran. And it was even more shocking that he was the first kid in school, TOWN even, that Atsumu didn't pick a fight with.
Now while Osamu pursued in sharpening his self-defense, Atsumu kept changing his goal in improving as a setter or a hitter. Osamu shook his head at that, ah, procrastination, the satan we all fear.
And soon Aran no longer claimed the title of "the kid Atsumu didn't pick on" because now there's someone who entered Atsumu's life, who, in Atsumu's eyes, were a piece of clumsy little shit who had huge eyes for nothing.
"The fuck ya lookin' at?"
Hinata looks up at the boy who was glaring down at him as if he was a peasant and he was the holy king of japan, wincing at both the choice of words and his scratched elbow that hit the hard ground when he tripped over a dog earlier. Yes. A DOG.
That poor dog.
"Gwaa—"
Atsumu blushed.
Wait.
Why in the world is he blushing?
"—do you wanna go to hell?"
Atsumu gave the orange kid a blank look, not liking how the word "hell" is used in a sentence that is not used for the purpose of giving profanities.
"What."
Hinata stood up, his right hand holding his left elbow, "you shouldn't say bad words!"
Atsumu rolled his eyes. "And who're ya to tell me what to do and not do?"
"Uh.. I-I'm- the—" Hinata looks around, bouncing lightly at the tip of his toes as his eyes landed on a random displayed TV, "—the future LITTLE GIANT!"
"Little what now?"
"Little Giant!"
"The fuck is that?"
"There you go again! Getting yourself a free ticket to hell!" Hinata points a finger accusingly at Atsumu.
"Shut up, brat."
"You really don't know who the Little Giant is?"
"Nope. Never heard. Never cared."
Hinata frowns at this.
Atsumu had his brows knitted in confusion as if Hinata was a puzzle piece worthy to be curious about but not worthy enough that Atsumu just dodged it and was too lazy to figure the puzzle out. Amidst the confusion, he moved his small legs and started walking away.
Hinata, who was in a daze earlier, hurried his steps to catch up to the rude boy. Why was he following the rude boy? Hmm. Good question. Moving on!
"U-Uhm... do you play volleyball though?" Hinata asked, poking Atsumu from behind.
"Don't touch me," Atsumu growled.
"Geez... I bet the seven dwarfs are missing their eighth dwarf and that'd be grumpy number two," Hinata whispered underneath his breath, secretly pointing his small finger to Atsumu.
"I heard that."
Hinata bolted upright, a cold sweat dripped down the side of his face.
"Yes," Atsumu began, "I play volleyball."
Just a simple, three letter word and suddenly Hinata's attention was completely at the shorter one, his 'huge eyes for nothing' were sparkling so bright Atsumu had to make sure his cheeks were the normal shade of human skin and not a fucking fruit called a fucking tomato.
"What position do you play?!" Hinata asked and it was—- wow it was SO loud which was annoying but Atsumu chuckled nonetheless, amused.
"Setter."
"SETTER?" Hinata beamed. "Lame."
Atsumu halted. "Excuse me? Lame?"
"Yeah?"
"Tsk." And just when I started to like ya, Atsumu muttered in his head.
"So what's your name?"
"Ya don't look like yer from around here," Atsumu stated, which was for two purpose, to change the subject and an obvious insult.
But Hinata genuinely thought it was a question and nodded his head cutely, "I'm not! My mother just wanted to visit her brother who was studying here!"
"O-Oh.."
"So what's your name?" Hinata asked again.
Atsumu clicked his tongue, annoyed. "Not telling."
"And why not?" Hinata whined.
"Ew, why should I?"
"So I can call your name when I call out for a toss!"
Atsumu scoffed. "And what makes ya think I'll toss to the likes of ya?"
Yeah right, as if Atsumu would toss to someone who thinks setters are lame. He wouldn't even waste his time thinking about it. He was 99% positive that this kid was a scrub anyways, a scrub who calls setters lame deserved to be called scrubs 'cause scrubs ain't gonna hit a setter's toss.
"I will hit it."
For a second, Atsumu's young heart almost had a massive heart attack at how Hinata replied that at the exact moment, the PERFECT moment, as if the kid had read his mind. At how serious Hinata sounded like... for a scrub.
And when he turned his head to the right, he actually felt it. He felt the intense aura flowing out of the orange haired little boy. He felt the hunger, the same hunger like his, the hunger he thought only him and his brother shared just for Hinata to prove him wrong.
Atsumu inhaled sharply, brought his two little hands up to his ears, blocking the sounds completely and ran away as fast as he could.
"I won't toss to ya! Yada yada yada yada yada yada!!!!!!"
"H-HEY!!!"
Hinata deadpanned at how childish Atsumu was being, staring at the boy who was running away from him as if he was running away from a dangerous flood.
Osamu gave his panting brother, dropped dead on the dirty grass of their backyard, a blank look.
"Were ya running?"
Atsumu glanced up, his frown deepened as he remembered the annoying kid he encountered earlier. He didn't answer but it was obvious in his state.
"Why? Are ya getting fat?" Osamu mocks.
"Can't I run just 'cause? Damn it?" Atsumu replied, feeling highly insulted.
Such simple words yet it made Atsumu so close from hitting his stupid twin, the only person who could say or do something so simple just to rile him up. Or maybe just breathed and boom, how Atsumu wanted so badly to see Osamu stomped by huge, fat elephants.
But when his eyes landed on his reserved tuna that was now mixed with rice, seaweeds, broccolis and sesame seeds, he snapped.
It wasn't new, Atsumu knew that very well. Osamu had this tendency where he would use anything and everything he could find in the kitchen, which ticked Atsumu off.
"GET... OFF!" Osamu yelled.
"FUCKING TAKE MY FOOD WITHOUT MY FUCKING PERMISSION AGAIN!" Atsumu roared back, slamming Osamu hard on the fridge.
Osamu growled, tugging on the hem of Atsumu's PE shirt before he threw him across the kitchen.
"Get out of MY kitchen!"
Atsumu snorted a laugh. "YER kitchen?"
"Atsumu," Osamu said through gritted teeth.
"Osamu." Atsumu spat.
-
"What... What have you done..." a kid stared at him in terror, "Miya?"
Atsumu didn't mean it. Atsumu didn't mean to push him off the bridge. It didn't matter how safe or not the bridge was, he was surrounded by people and everyone was watching him, everyone only believed what their eyes told them to.
And in this case, they made Atsumu the villain.
Atsumu didn't mean to push him.
Has anyone ever stopped and ask, why did he do it? No one ever did.
Atsumu was never the bullied, but Osamu was. Why them? Why? Why did the world had to take away so much from them? What have these two young, innocent, kids had done to anger the world so much that it gifted them with these cruel miseries?
Atsumu hated the world. Atsumu hated people and their judging eyes, their pity. He hated how he had to see Osamu cry everyday. Though Osamu knew that amongst them, Atsumu was the one who felt MORE. Which explains why he went aboard with violence while Osamu only stick to bottling it up, keeping the pain to himself and his brother.
But maybe. Just maybe. It was because of 'that.'
-
"Miya-san! We're here!"
Atsumu turned around and saw two kids helping themselves into "Osamu's kitchen" as if they didn't just witnessed the fight between the twins earlier.
They didn't, actually. The duo had shivers run down their spines when they noticed that "the other twin," Atsumu, was indeed breathing the same air as them, looking intimidating with the glare he's sending their way.
"Don't mind that guy, he's a very confused guy," Osamu waved his hand at them.
Atsumu clenched his fist tightly and stomped his way outside, slamming the back door as hard as he could to notify the whole world of his anger. Though the action didn't satisfied him, not one bit.
Unconsciously, he made his way to the park, kicking every little rocks that dare to rest on the path he walked upon.
Atsumu huffed and huffed and yelled his lungs out, making every existing bystanders around him stop and stare in worry and confusion. Atsumu ignored them and continued his walk.
Atsumu wonders, since when did 'Samu started to make friends?
It's not like he disliked being the one protecting his brother and it's not like he wanted Osamu to protect him. No. No way. His pride would never let that shit happen.
But for once, he just wanted to have someone who'd protect him, someone who he could depend on. Someone who'd be willing to lend a shoulder, an ear, when he needed.
Both of the twins were aware that they weren't good at interacting with people, this applied especially to Atsumu for he, as his brother puts it, has temper issues.
The twins are like the sharks in an ocean full of fishes.
Though lately Osamu was slowly interacting with the other fishes, giving off the 'sharks don't bite, sharks are friends' aura. Of course he didn't talk much unless it's about foods and ingredients and such, but Atsumu... Atsumu was jealous, he admits.
Aran doesn't count because the kid basically approached them first and he was both their friend. But to think Osamu having more friends than Atsumu himself? Atsumu gripped the clothes resting above his chest, right above where his heart lies.
Little did he know, tons of friends ain't mean nothing when you have one friend who's worth millions.
But never fear, Atsumu would know that.
Soon.
Hinata smiled when he saw a familiar little figure sitting on the swings looking depressing as fuck, at the park.
"OI! JERK-SAN!"