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"Hey, wake up!"
Atsumu scratched at his exposed stomach and turned away from the annoying voice of his brother. It was a Sunday today, no reason to be awake so early in the morning. Osamu started clapping his hands and his voice grew louder each passing second. Atsumu, still not wanting to get up from bed, grabbed a pillow and covered his head from his brother's attempts at waking him up. Moments later, Osamu's voice and presence disappeared and Atsumu was finally drifting back to sleep until loud clanging could be heard at the corner of his bed. He woke up with a fright and saw Osamu holding a ladle and a pan in each hand, smirking at his startled expression.
"Get up, bastard. It's time for breakfast."
With that, Osamu walked out of Atsumu's room. These were the days Atsumu hated living with his brother, but who was he to complain if he houses him and feeds him.
I can't wait to leave this place.
He walked out of the room and into the dining area, mouth watering at the hearty breakfast laid out on the table. Osamu pulled several dishes over to his side, leaving miso, a bowl of rice, and egg rolls on Atsumu's. He pouted at that, but he knows that his brother would share the food either way. As they both started eating, Osamu tapped his chopsticks on his plate, catching Atsumu off-guard mid-chew.
"You should really get a job, you know. I can't house you here forever."
Atsumu swallowed the food in his mouth before he placed his chopsticks down on the table. He knew that. He was leeching off his brother, after all. Unemployed and not even doing anything about it can be a burden to his brother who would work his ass off day and night with his business. He didn't want to be his brother's responsibility any longer even though he knows that Osamu doesn't mind.
"Yeah. I've been looking, you know, giving my resume and application paper. Most have rejected me, but I have hope on this last one." He stuffed more food into his mouth. He really hates opening up to his brother; most awkward thing to do ever, but he appreciates how he cares enough to know about his status.
"What's the company you're waiting a reply from?"
"HKY Enterprise, why?" Osamu did a sharp intake of breath, confusing Atsumu at his doubtful expression. Osamu never looked doubtful and that scared him. "What's so wrong about that company?"
"Uh...I just heard from others that it's hard to get in with their stupidly high standards. I mean, not that I'm looking down on you or something, but they're like "up there," if you know what I mean."
Atsumu became fearful now. "High standards"? What the fuck? Now that he's heard that, he doesn't want to be accepted now, what would he do if he does get accepted and not live up to their standards? Getting fired the moment you start your first day? Yeah, he'd rather not embarrass himself like that.
"Ahhh! I don't want to do this anymore! Why is finding a job so hard?!" Atsumu ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Osamu felt guilty that he was the cause of his distress. He didn't mean for him to be stressed.
"Hey, hey. Just go with it, I guess. Who knows, you might even ace their interview and get accepted. I heard that the pay is good too. What position did you apply for?"
"A secretary," Atsumu plainly stated. "That was the only one that was open." He shrugged his shoulders. He brought his plates to the sink and started washing the plates.
"Good luck," Osamu said from beside him who placed his plates in the sink. He walked to the living room, grabbing his phone and keys and to the genkan to put on his shoes. "I have to go to the shop now. Take care of yourself."
With a final wave goodbye to Atsumu, he closed the door to the apartment, leaving Atsumu alone to bask in the silence. It definitely was quieter when living alone, but it was lonesome to live like this everyday. He can't imagine not being without he and his brother's daily banters. He doesn't know he'd cope if he were to live alone, but he can't continue living so freely while Osamu provides.
He hears the chime of his phone on the dining table, startling him out of his own reverie. He wipes his hands on the front of his sweatpants, unlocking his phone only to scream. He didn't know whether he should feel elated or scared. The sender and subject of the email felt so surreal that he had to reread it. No way that this is addressed to me, right? He refreshed his inbox, only to still see the email there.
HKY Enterprise
Invitation to Interview
He read through the email, and for sure, it's for him. His name was right there, for goodness' sake! Interview on...wait...that's three days from now! Atsumu was on full on panic mode right now. He had to prepare what to say, what to wear, what to bring! But, again, he had to make sure that this was for him for the nth time already. He just couldn't believe that he was accepted literally after he started doubting his application to the company for their "high standards."
"Maybe I'm high standard more than you think."
"Or they just felt bad for you and lowered the bar."
After Osamu came home, Atsumu rushed to him in excitement, showing him the email that was sent to him. Osamu, who was tired from manning his business, gently pushed Atsumu away to place the takeout on the table. Dejected by Osamu's disregard to his acceptance, he sat in front of Osamu, shoving the screen to his face once more, who, after looking closely, stood up from his seat to take the phone from his hands. He was as shocked as Atsumu. He didn't expect this, but it didn't mean it was not welcomed.
His excitement died down, however, once Atsumu spouted nonsense to inflate his ego. He tossed the phone down on the table, scowling at Atsumu; he's learned how to block his voice out after he realized that he can't escape his twin. Don't get him wrong, he was happy for him, but fuck was it annoying when he went on an ego-boosting spree. It continued on for a while until Osamu shot him down with one statement.
Atsumu's mouth gaped open. "You fucking bastard."
Osamu shrugged in response as he continued eating his food; no matter how happy he is for his brother, he was just tired and wanted to sleep. Atsumu on the other hand, was buzzing with excitement, shoving food into his mouth faster than Osamu does whenever he ate something delicious. Even after dinner, he was still full of energy, bouncing around the house. Even after Osamu told him off for being too noisy, he excused himself with the reason that he had to prepare for his interview, which was still days away.
Once the fatigue finally hit, that was when he finally trudged to his room and lie down under the covers. Even in his sleep, he was still sporting a smile that could not be erased.
Yeah fuck that, Atsumu wants to disappear.
He scanned the room full of interviewees and he felt intimidated by how serious and so "well-fitting" for this job they were while he was a sweating mess in the waiting area. What's worse was that he was speaking gibberish during the interview, stuttering through each word, and with trembling hands seated on his lap. He was pretty sure the interviewers noticed how he was practically shaking in his seat with the way they shared nervous glances. They would constantly shake their head as they wrote something on their papers.
"We'll have an offer for you by the end of the week," they told him.
He nervously smiled at them as he shook their hands and bowed. That was definitely the wrong time to have sweaty hands. As he went to leave the room, his legs suddenly buckled, shocking the interviewers as he fell to the ground. The embarrassment he felt when he had to reassure them that he was fine while he walked out on shaky legs.
He was definitely not going to be hired.
But he doesn't know why he was so disappointed by that fact. He didn't want to be stressed with joining such an important company, but at the same time, he didn't want to lose this opportunity. He sighed in defeat; he'd just have to look for more jobs.
The moment he told Osamu of what happened, the more he wants to just—his brother, you know? The way he guffawed was fucking hideous. The way he just slammed the table like it was such a funny joke.
"It's not fucking funny!"
Osamu waved him off as he continued to slam the table, continuing to cackle at Atsumu. He pouted at his brother, pushing away from the dining table to stomp into his room and slam the door. He flopped on his bed face first, groaning at his pillow. He could still his brother laughing all the way from the dining area, muffled chatter could be heard as well. Probably sharing the story to Suna.
That night, he sleeps with fear and doubt plaguing his mind.
"It's been over a week. Just stop hoping and look for another job."
"But I can't! This is such a big opportunity. I really doubt that they didn't accept me."
"With the amount of sweat you've produced that day, there's no doubting." Osamu sighed. His brother could really be stubborn sometimes; he just didn't know when to give up, but maybe it would come in handy someday. Just not today.
Atsumu was about to throw back a retort, then his phone loudly chimed on the coffee table. He rushed to the living room, tripping over his own feet. He dived onto the floor, snatching his phone from the table. He buzzed at the unknown number displayed on the phone. He hopes it's from who he thinks it is.
With a cough to clear his throat (to which his brother rolled his eyes at), he accepted the call, "Hello?" He walked into his room, wanting privacy since he knows Osamu would just distract him from taking the phone call seriously. He sat on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing up
"Good day. Is this Miya Atsumu?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is from HKY Enterprise regarding your job application."
Osamu who had been sitting on the couch and texting Suna on what's currently happening in Atsumu's life. This was their current form of entertainment right now. He jumped off his seat when Atsumu threw the door open, a wide grin on his face. Osamu knew what the news was and just like Atsumu, he was ecstatic. He ran over to his brother, engulfing him in a hug and jumped around, shouting joyful cheers.
"Sumu!"
"Samu!"
They hugged and jumped around until they were panting. Hands on each of their shoulders, gripping each other tight. They sported similar smiles of glee.
"I'm going to start next week. Samu, I—" Atsumu grabbed his brother back into another hug, squeezing him tight.
If this was a dream, he never wants to wake up.
He took in a deep breath as he stood in front of the HKY Enterprise building. He was finally going to be working and he couldn't wait to start his new journey as an employed man. With a final huff, he pushed open the glass doors and he was just in awe. The glass windows everywhere really was a nice touch. He feels like he's standing underneath a glass dome; he could see the sky so clearly. The amount of people going to different floors, visitors sitting on black, lush couches in the huge lobby. He just couldn't believe his eyes. The longer he stared, the more he felt like he was out of place. But no—he shook his head of such thoughts. If he was accepted, it means that he is of standard that the company seeks.
He tapped his ID onto the glass barrier; he walked into an elevator, pressed his floor button, and waited. He really just can't believe that he's working. In a company. A highly sought after company. A dream come true, he would say.
He walked out of the elevator and onto the marketing team's office area. People—or co-workers, he should say—stood up from his seat to greet him and he bowed in return. He was overwhelmed with the welcome that he didn't notice the presence of someone entering the office. The boisterous atmosphere died down and everyone's heads tilted downwards, eyes focused on the ground. Atsumu, confused at the sudden change in behavior, turned around only to be met with a tall man wearing a black suit and trench coat. This man just shouts dark all over; even the expression on his face was gloomy. Well, as much as he can tell since a black mask was covering the lower half of his face.
A nudge brought him back to focus on the presence in front of them. A harder nudge on his right forced him to look at the shorter, orange-haired male beside him. His eyes were still trained on the man as he leaned lower to his co-worker.
A harsh whisper and a revelation on the man in front of him got his eyes wide and his confused look was exchanged for a panicked one.
"That's the boss!"
Atsumu bowed in a hurry. "Good morning, I'm Miya Atsumu, the new hire! It's a pleasure to be working with you!"
He rose up from his bow. The man in front of him looked displeased, based on what he could tell, anyway. The furrow in his brows didn't look too happy.
"Don't block the way."
At that, everyone scattered to the side, making way for him to pass through. Atsumu, on the other hand, stood in the middle, blocking the path that led to his office room. His boss tilted his head to the side, and without any hesitation, strode over to his office, avoiding Atsumu on the way. He didn't forget to "accidentally" bump shoulders, causing Atsumu to stumble in place.
The sound of the door slamming was a sign of relief to them. Everyone let out a breath, muttering lines like "scary," "never changes," each passing second until they reached their cubicles. The sound of typing resumed and everyone was back to work. With how quick everyone brushed that off, Atsumu could just assume that this was a normal occurrence. Again, he felt a nudge on his right and saw the same co-worker from a while ago.
"Hey, uh, sorry about that. That was our boss, Sakusa Kiyoomi. You know, the one you're working for as well. As his secretary..." He sounded hesitant. Who wouldn't be, after seeing such a bad first impression from your own boss.
Atsumu raised his eyebrows in disbelief. That was his boss? That's who he's going to be working under for as long as he stays? "You're joking."
"I wish I was." He sighed, but his mood took a sudden turn and a smile was now on his face. A hand placed itself on Atsumu's shoulder, "I'm Hinata Shouyou. I look forward to working with you!"
He's glad to have kind co-workers, but his boss was a whole different story.
Welcome to hell.