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Sometimes- a very, very rare sometimes- Atsumu is jealous of Osamu. Yes, they’ve both got their dream careers- though Atsumu could never imagine making rice balls for a living instead of playing volleyball. Yes, they’re both financially stable, though Osamu is somewhat of a kept man now.
But Osamu has the one thing Atsumu longs for, other than for the lizard in his apartment to just fuckin’ leave already- which is a happy marriage. Osamu and his wife are nauseatingly cute and domestic and it rots Atsumu’s brain to even spend five seconds around them.
Naturally, it is extremely mortifying when Osamu finds out through that gossipy Ojiro Aran that he’s on Tinder.
“How did’ja even know, ‘Samu?” Atsumu whines, chewing on a tuna mayo onigiri.
“Aran told me,” Osamu takes a sip of his tea, “His friend saw ya on Tinder and well, word spreads.”
“I’m just lonely, okay,” Atsumu moans, spreading his arms across the table and burying his face in them, “Yer don’t have the right to say anythin’, ya house-husband.”
Osamu pats his back sympathetically, “There, there, not everyone is as lucky in love as I am.”
Atsumu wrenches his hand off, “Don’t mock me.”
“I’m not,” Osamu breathes, “better Tinder than that shitty farmer match-maker website Kita’s on.”
“He’s on a what now?” Atsumu guffaws.
“Don’t laugh,” Osamu flicks his forehead, “Yer not much better.”