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“Hey, come to my house after school,” Rintaro said, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders and resting his chin on his head.
“Mmm,” Osamu hummed in agreement and tilted his head up to kiss Rintaro’s cheek when Atsumu threw a carrot from his lunch at them and complained,
“Ewwww, don’t make yer gross hook-up plans when the rest of us are eating. Go be mushy away from me ‘n’ my tuna!”
Osamu flipped his brother the bird. Rintaro rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be crude, ‘Tsumu. My mom wants to have my boyfriend—” He gave a pointed stare to Atsumu, who fake-gagged— “over for dinner. She says she doesn’t see as much of you two since we started dating. She said to invite you too, you know.”
Atsumu pretended to consider for a minute before responding, “Y’know what? Maybe I will come. Supervise you and ‘Samu so ya don’t offend yer wonderful mother.”
Rintaro narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but still said, “Alright, dinner’s at six, but you can come whenever. Please don’t try anything funny with my mom this time. I’m literally begging you.”
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Suna Keiko opened the door with a smile at 5:30 pm.
“Osamu-kun! Atsumu-kun! Welcome! It must have been so long, what with how you’ve both grown,” she said, ruffling both of their hair.
“Thank you, Suna-san,” the twins said in unison.
“Oh please, Keiko-san is fine. Suna-san makes me feel old, and I’m not a grandmother yet!” She threw a wink at Osamu, who flushed.
Keiko opened the door wider for both brothers to enter and remove their shoes. Atsumu scanned the entryway and living room, both decorated with muted tones and small vases of flowers.
“Woah, Keiko-san. Your house looks like an IKEA showroom! I like the new chesterfield. The grey was a good call.”
Keiko laughed. “I should hope so, Atsumu-kun. Decorating is kind of my job.”
Right. Atsumu remembered, she’s an interior designer. Sunarin talked about it last month. Stoopid.
“ You’re very well-suited for your work, then,” he managed to recover while Osamu snorted behind a hand. Atsumu noticed and glared.
“Thank you,” Keiko said through a smile, “Rintaro’s up in his room if you want to catch him while I finish cooking. I think he’s got the Wii set up if you want to have a Mario Kart tournament like you did in middle school.”
Osamu thanked her and turned to head upstairs. “Aren’t ya comin’, ‘Tsumu?”
“Nah, I’ll stay down here and help with dinner. No woman should be left alone in the kitchen!” He threw a grin at Keiko.
“Fuckin’ weirdo.” Osamu muttered.
He trudged up the stairs and entered Rintaro’s room, flopping onto his boyfriend’s lap with a huff.
“What did he do now?” Rintaro didn’t even look up from his sports magazine while he patted Osamu’s hair.
“He’s flirting with yer mom again and I hate it.” Osamu said while leaning into Rintaro’s touch.
“Fuck’s sake. I asked him for one thing. What was the one thing again?”
“To not hit on yer mom.”
“To not hit on my mom!! And what’s he gone and done?”
“Hit on yer mom”
“Exactly. I’m fuming, Samu. I don’t want my family tree to be a weird circle. I don’t want Atsumu as my step-dad.”
“And I don’t want my twin brother as my stepfather-in-law! That’s fucked up, Rin.”
“Wait, yeah. That is fucked up.”
Osamu hummed absently before breathing sharply and sitting up.
“D’ya think we’re gonna get married?”
Rintaro’s eyes widened in surprise; he blushed bright red and avoided eye contact while muttering, “Yeah, I mean, I’d like to, if— if that’s something you want, I mean, it’s not like there’s anyone else I want to marry, and obviously we don’t have to, and there’s a long time before we would—”
Osamu kissed Rintaro squarely on the mouth. “I’d like to marry you too, Rin,” he whispered after pulling away, “someday, anyway. We can go to Vegas and get officiated by a Dolly Parton impersonator.”
“Sap.” Rintaro said, before pulling Osamu into a kiss that passed the time until dinner, hands in hair and on hips.
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Atsumu was having the time of his life helping Keiko prepare dinner. Osamu might have been the better cook, but Atsumu’s skill with a knife was unparalleled. He chopped the onions, potatoes, and carrots to perfection, even slicing one piece of carrot into a flower shape and presenting it to Keiko with a flourish, prompting a giggle from the older woman.
Keiko was about to drop the breaded and seasoned chicken fillets into the hot oil when Atsumu stopped her and reached from his post stirring the curry to turn on the range hood.
“Wouldn’t want your lovely home to smell like frying, right Keiko-san?”
“Oh, thank you, Atsumu-kun. You’re a lifesaver!”
“Anything I can do to make your life easier,” he said with a grin.
“If you mean that, then you can run and get your brother and my son to set the table.”
“Yes ma’am!” Atsumu gave her a mock salute.
Keiko tapped two fingers to her temple, then flicked them out in a smaller salute as she clicked her tongue.
Atsumu walked up the stairs to Rintaro’s room, then yelled at the closed door, “I’m giving you five seconds to put your pants back on and then I’m coming in!”
Rintaro and Osamu jumped apart, the air between them still charged as they rested their foreheads together while Osamu called, “Our pants weren’t off to begin with. You can come in, ya prick”
“Alright, I’m opening the d— GROSS, I HATE YOU BOTH!” Atsumu covered his eyes with his forearm.
“Tsumu, yer such a baby, oh my god,” Osamu said, moving his hands from under Rintaro’s shirt, “we were just kissin’, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not nasty as fuck. I don’t wanna see my brother being all icky with his gay lover.”
“Any lover I have is going to be gay, you bitch.”
“Yeah, yeah, anyway, Keiko-san wants both of ya to come down and set the table.”
“Fine. Lead the way,” Rintaro said, grabbing Osamu’s hand as they both stood to follow Atsumu downstairs before setting the table in silence.
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The curry, rice, and chicken katsu looked and smelled delicious, and Atsumu made sure to say so before anyone else.
“Yer cooking is incredible, Keiko-san!”
“I can’t take all the credit, Atsumu-kun. I had a wonderful helper.”
Osamu swore under his breath before Rintaro said “ Itadakimasu ,” which everyone repeated.
The four of them ate, the conversation dominated by small talk about volleyball and plans for after their graduation in a few months. Atsumu and Rintaro both mentioned getting scouted for division one teams, while Osamu talked about his plans for university.
“Oh, all my boys are growing up so fast, you’re adults now, and you’ll leave me to grow old and rot in this house all alone,” Keiko lamented, “you’re going to go and be successful in Tokyo and Miyagi and where will your poor kaasan be?” She reached up and ruffled Rintaro’s hair, who pushed her arm away and fixed his hair.
“My poor kaasan will be here and I’ll visit you every time I can. You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Rintaro said, rolling his eyes despite a soft smile gracing his face.
Keiko pulled him down to her height by his neck and planted a barrage of kisses on his cheek. “My wonderful son, I love you so much, stop leaving your towel on the floor, never leave me.”
“Me too, me too! I’ll visit all the time and we can cook together, Keiko-san!” Atsumu said, earning him a pat on the head from the woman.
“You’re far too sweet, Atsumu-kun.”
Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose and stood to clear his and Rintaro’s dishes. Atsumu stood to clear his and Keiko’s. Both of them walked to the kitchen. The dishes clattered in the sink before Osamu wheeled on his brother.
“What the fuck do ya think yer doin’? Leave Rin’s mom alone. It’s weird and I don’t like it, Tsumu.”
“I’m not doin’ anything, I’m just keeping her company because Rinta only has attention for you and she’s lonely, Samu.”
“Okay… fine. I won’t say anything tonight, but if yer my stepfather-in-law I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you. I’m not above step-patri-fratricide.”
Atsumu stuck his tongue out and was about to retort when both Sunas entered the kitchen and Rintaro dragged Osamu up to his room, citing ‘studying for tomorrow’s math test’ as the reason.
“Use protection!” Atsumu yelled after them, earning himself a “fuck you” from both boys and a laugh from Keiko.
“Are you not going to study with them?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m in a different class, my test was yesterday so I’m free and clear!”
“That’s always nice, isn’t it? I’m going to get started on the dishes, so you can hang out in the living room or go up to Rintaro’s room and play a game while they study if you like,” Keiko offered.
“Slack off while a beautiful woman such as yourself is slaving away over the dishes? Never. Please let me wash the dishes for ya.”
Keiko playfully whacked him with the tea towel she had picked up. “Charmer.”
Atsumu winked and pulled on the dish gloves. “Many hands make light work!”
“If that’s true, then I should dry the dishes, and we can both put them away.”
“Sounds like a plan, Keiko-san,” Atsumu quipped.
They washed and dried together, singing along to the radio as the pile of dishes grew smaller and smaller.
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Rintaro and Osamu came downstairs not long after the dishes were finished, and Atsumu and Keiko were sitting on the kitchen counter, eating from the bowl of hard candies displayed there.
“Atsumu you bitch , get away from my mother,” Rintaro screamed, startling everyone, including himself.
“Honey, please,” Keiko said, “he’s just helping me with a few things and keeping me company, he’s done nothing offside. And you know I would never do that to you. I’m literally old enough to be his mother. That’s weird, darling.”
“Yeah, Sunarin, don’t worry about it, I’m not stealing yer mom anytime soon.”
“Fine. Whatever. I don’t care.”
“Tsumu, we gotta go. We need to be home in twenty minutes. Finish yer candy and then meet me by the door.” Osamu and Rintaro both turned to exit the kitchen.
Atsumu jumped off the counter. “Alright, Keiko-san. I guess this is goodbye for now, but anytime you want some help with the chores, call me, okay?”
“Yessir,” Keiko said, giving him the same mock salute he gave her.
Atsumu tapped two finger to his temple, clicked his tongue, and winked, then walked out of the kitchen. “Thanks again for dinner.”
“Anytime!”
As Atsumu moved toward the entryway, he heard his brother’s voice whispering, but he couldn’t quite make out the words.
“Hey losers,” he said, pulling his runners on, “what’s up?”
Rintaro scoffed. “You’re leaving, and you’re never gonna hit on my mom again. You disgust me. Do I look like my name is Stacy?”
“Sheesh, Sunarin. I wasn’t doing anything. And you don’t get to talk as long as that concealer on your neck doesn’t match your skin tone. I don’t wanna think about my brother biting ya while I’m trying to enjoy my dinner. Barf.”
Both Osamu and Rintaro turned tomato-red at that. Osamu grabbed Atsumu’s arm and began to lead him out the door.
“Thanks for havin’ us, Rin, see ya tomorrow. I’ll smack some sense into him on the walk home. Love ya,” Osamu called over his shoulder.
“Love ya too, see you both later, and I can’t wait to crush you in v-league, Atsumu. I know all your tricks.” Rintaro said with a sharp glare.
“Sure thing. Bye, Stacy!” Atsumu waved with a shit-eating grin.