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Atsumu took the sofa, as Tobio laid in what was once their bed. Two months ago, they were fine! Weren’t they? Atsumu shuffled around beneath the blankets, fishing his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, he really ought to stop sleeping with his phone in there — then again, he didn’t want Tobio breaking into the thing and searching for his messages if given the chance. Even if he doubted the boy would do something like that, it was always a possibility.
He squinted at the brightness of the small screen; his eyes had already been used to the silent darkness of their living room. Flipping through contacts, he settled on his twin to rant to about all of this. He typed until the tips of his fingers felt numb; about the incident in the car, about the accusations, about sleeping on the sofa, and the fact that Tobio refused to give him the time of day to provide some sort of explanation. He had complained about this before to his brother. More than once, if Atsumu thought about it.
Maybe they weren’t fine two months ago, after all.
Was it Atsumu’s fault things had turned out this way? He didn’t think so… but he had doubts. Perhaps the blame was on him. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Tobio — he did… at least… he thought he did. Atsumu thought it could be that he loved Tobio, but not enough. He thought, perchance, Tobio was the one who loved Atsumu more, and he wasn’t hitting the bar of expectation.
Yeah. That had to be it, right?
He could change. Atsumu could love Tobio more, he could love him as he deserves. He’d prove it. He could… after a few long minutes of silence, despite the war waging within his brain, the alert of a text message went off with a buzz.
Frantically, he all but knocked the phone out of his hands trying to open the message. What he saw was not the encouragement he had hoped for. With a heavy heart and glassy eyes, he dropped the device into his lap at the harsh reality of the words written.
[from: osamu]
[03:21] bullshit. you never loved him in the first place, tsumu, and i’m sick and tired of talking about this with you. after shinsuke, you took the next guy who gave you a second glance. tobio’s always known that. we all have. he’s scared to let you go because he loves you, but you’re scared to let him go because you don’t know how to live without anyone there holding your hand. i’m not dealing with this anymore. just. go to sleep.