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Osamu was sure he knew what he wanted in life. He knew he wanted to open a restaurant. He knew he didn’t want to play volleyball after high school. He knew he’d have a happy life and prove Atsumu wrong. He knew that Atsumu was upset with him and thought he was abandoning him, but they just have different plans for their lives and it’s nothing serious. Osamu wasn’t going to stop talking to him or anything. They were brothers, the best of friends, and until recently, inseparable.
It took a while, but Atsumu finally came to terms with how their futures would diverge. Sure, he still flaunted his life at Osamu, who smiled and fired back with the highs of his own life, but Osamu knew that Atsumu still wished they could stand on the world stage together. And, yeah, that would have been a great dream to have come true, but Osamu didn’t have that fire in his belly like Atsumu did.
Atsumu usually came into Onigiri Miya and flopped across the counter groaning and complaining about something dumb that happened to him that week. This week specifically, his team had new players join them.
“’Samuuuuu!” Atsumu whines as a plate of onigiri is set in front of him. “How’m I supposed to survive when Shouyo-kun is on the team!”
“I thought yah were over that high school crush of yers?” Osamu gets back to making some onigiri for himself. He closed the shop a bit early today so he could spend time with Atsumu.
“I thought so too! But he just came back from Brazil. Brazil, ‘Samu!”
“What does that have to do with anythin’?”
“He’s so tan and he got buff! He’s… so fuckin’ hot ‘Samu.”
“Ew, quit it with the heart-eyes, yah scrub.”
“Oi, go fuck yerself! I’m havin’ gay panic and yer actin’ like I’m annoyin’ yah or somethin’.”
“Yeah. Yer annoyin’ alright.” Atsumu growls into his onigiri and Osamu sighs. “Just tell him yah like him.”
“Oh yeah. Great plan. Great plan. Lemme just walk over to him and say ‘Hey Shouyo-kun, remember when I told yah I’d toss to yah some day? It was me declarin’ my love for yah. I thought I could get over it, but here I am, simpin’ again!’ Yeah, that’ll go over so fuckin’ well ‘Samu. I’m so glad yah were the one that got the brains of the family. Yah fuckin’ scruby-ass bitch. Why’d I even come here?”
“’Cause I give yah free food, but now I’m debatin’ if I should ban yah for life.”
“Good! Ban me! At least I wouldn’t have to see yer ugly mug anymore.”
“Fuck off, ‘Tsumu. Yah couldn’t last a whole week without seein’ me at least once.”
They bicker for about 5 minutes before Osamu starts eating his onigiri, ignoring everything Atsumu says. Eventually they catch up, for real this time, about any new events that happened this week, even though they usually text each other every day. Osamu talks about how he’s going to have a stand for Onigiri Miya at Atsumu’s next home game so he can watch the game and possibly get some new customers. Hopefully with the new customers and a larger profit, he can open a branch in Tokyo. Atsumu talks about how he’s working on improving his already wicked serves to make them even harder to receive.
Atsumu stays until 10pm, and then to two of them walk towards the train station. They say their goodbyes and hop on their correct lines to get home. Osamu gets to his apartment and opens the door to silence. He’s still not used to it. He and his previous girlfriend, Hana, broke up about a week ago. She must have finally moved all of her stuff out, because the apartment is barren. The two of them had been dating for three years, but she changed when she moved in. She was more controlling, needed to know where he was at all times, and didn’t like the fact that he spent time with Atsumu over her.
He couldn’t take all of the arguing. He was stressed, anxious, and agitated constantly, and it was definitely noticed by Atsumu and Suna. Then one day, he found Hana snooping around on his phone, accusing him of cheating on her. Which is absolutely stupid, since he barely had time for himself let alone another person to give attention to. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He calmly asked her to move out, saying he couldn’t do this anymore.
That was the last time he saw her. Sure, they texted about picking her stuff up, but about nothing else. There was a note left on his kitchen counter and he hesitated to read it. It was in her bubbly handwriting: ‘To Osamu’. He really didn’t want to have another wave of sadness and regret wash over him, so he left it there.
Maybe he’d read it in the morning, but it’d most likely sit there for a while.
***
You carry the last box up the steps and open the door to your new apartment. It’s bigger than your last one, and you could afford to live here without a roommate, thanks to your new big girl job. Everyone was busy the day that you wanted to move, which was fine, you were good at being independent. Good at taking the initiative and doing the things you wanted to, but damn, these boxes were heavy. You really didn’t know why you had so much shit, but somehow you accumulated it.
You set the box down on the floor and took in the vastness of your new space. You never had a kitchen to use for yourself, or a bathroom you didn’t have to share with someone that had the cleaning habits of toddler. Your room was even bigger. You couldn’t wait to unpack and fill all of the spaces in with bits of yourself.
You open the first box and your stomach growls. You check the time on your phone and realize you missed lunch. You set the box back down and decide to look up popular take-out places in the Osaka area. Onigiri Miya is the very first thing that pops up. It looks interesting, and you aren’t too picky.
You put on a pair of sneakers, pull your (h/c) hair up to keep it from sticking to your neck, and grab your bag. You take one last look at your new apartment before you head out and smile. You were ready for a change. Ready to start a life dictated by you and only you.
It was definitely time.
***
It was a busy day at Onigiri Miya. Osamu was not prepared in the slightest for the lunch rush that showed up today. Sure, he was used to a line out the door, but he wasn’t used to a line down the fucking street. He knew he had enough rice to feed the whole city, but would he have enough left for dinner time? He’s going to have to go out and buy more rice and filling during an ebb in the day. The flow of customers seems to slow down right around 2pm. He decides to briefly close the shop to get more ingredients, but as he’s putting his materials away, the doorbell chime rings. He really wants to send them away, but this extra cash could buy him extra stuff for later.
“Hi, welcome to Onigiri Miya.” He says in the most charismatic tone he can muster. “What can…”
Osamu’s tongue ties itself in a knot when his gray eyes meet your (e/c) ones. You weren’t dressed to impress, that’s for sure. But the way you held yourself when you walked into his shop was captivating. He’s never seen someone with such a bright and wonder filled look in their eyes. It was almost as if you’re gazing at a sky full of stars. You had a bit of confidence radiating off of you, and that shook Osamu to the core.
“Uhh, what can I get yah?” Osamu forces out.
“I’m not too picky.” You say glancing up at the menu. “Do you have any suggestions?”
Osamu hears this question at least once an hour, so he always drones out the same speech. But right now, he has no idea what to recommend. Nothing comes to mind, not even his favorite on the menu. He can’t even remember the most popular flavor, the one he can make in his sleep.
“Uhh. I… Umm.” Osamu is floundering, trying to focus on anything but you. He sighs. “Wow, yah really caught me off guard today.” He chuckles. “Usually I have a speech prepared, but…”
“Oh, no! It’s totally fine.” You wave it off with a grin. God. Osamu has never seen a prettier smile. “I’ll just try the umeboshi and the mixed rice ones.”
“Alright.” He watches as you pull out your card and he shakes his head. “Nah. It’s on the house. I’ve never had a customer catch me slippin’ in the middle of the day.”
“Are you sure? Won’t the owner get mad?”
“Hang on, lemme ask him.” He walks back into the kitchen, turns around and walks back out. “Hi, I’m the owner of Onigiri Miya, Miya Osamu, and I think it’s fine if yah get this for free.” He grins, trying to seem cool, calm, and collected.
Osamu watches as you bite your bottom lip to stifle a laugh. “I didn’t know I was in the presence of such an important man.”
The two of you end up laughing together while you persuaded him to at least take a tip. Osamu neatly bagged up the onigiri for you while you looked around the shop. He hung up his apron, washed his hands, and brought you your order.
“Here yah go.” Osamu hands you the bag. “I’ll walk yah out.”
“Oh? Is this how you normally treat your customers, Miya-san?” You tease as you head to the door.
“Nah. Just the ones who catch me off my game. Don’t tell anyone. I have a charmin’ reputation to uphold.”
You hum in response. “I usually demand bribes, but I think I’ll be nice today and let you off the hook.”
“How kind of yah.”
Osamu waves as you walk back down the street. He had to make sure you weren’t going the same way he was planning to go or else he’d feel weird. He was giddy for the first time in over a week. He knows he should be more upset about breaking up with Hana, but he’s never had anyone make him feel that way. He was flustered. Osamu, the king of being indifferent, was flustered by you just making eye contact with him.
He pulls out his phone after he makes it back to the shop with plenty more rice and fillings, as well as a snack for himself.
HYOGO BEEF BOIS
Osamu: …guys
Suna: Oh shyyyt Samus got a problem
Atsumu: wym?
Suna: he texted the group chat first
Suna: when the fuck does he ever do that
Atsumu: OH
Atsumu: Samu tell yer friends whats wrong
Atsumu: we’ll only pick on ya forever lol
Osamu: yer adopted
Atsumu: WE HAVE THE SAME FACE AKDBHJKS
Suna: anyways
Suna: tell us what’s on your delicate mind
Osamu: a girl came into my shop
Suna: ??
Atsumu: oh god he forgot that other girls exist Suna
Osamu: fuck off lemme finish
Osamu: she caught me off guard
Osamu: and I couldn’t even tell her what to order
Osamu: like I forgot what my favorite onigiri was
Suna: omfg what
Atsumu: I don’t get it
Suna: you DENSE motherfucker
Suna: a pretty girl made our boi short circuit
Atsumu: didn’t ya just break up with Hana-chan?
Atsumu: ya move quick lmao
Suna: ignore his dumbass
Suna: did you get a name?
Suna: a number??
Osamu: …
Atsumu: YA STUPID BITCH
Atsumu: HOW DID YA FUCK UP SO BAD
Suna: brb I’m just gonna go die
Suna: “yeet myself into traffic” as the kids say
Osamu: it was bad
Osamu: I even gave her food for free
Osamu: so she’d forget about it
Osamu: fuck
Suna: fuck is right you idiot
Atsumu: wya? I’m omw to strangle ya
Osamu: I’m digging my own grave atm
An incoming call from Suna makes him rolls his eyes. “What?”
“Well hello to you too.” Suna scoffs. “How did you fuck up so badly? Was she like dressed to the nines? Or in like a skimpy ass dress that made your pea brain reroute to your dick?”
“No. Fuck. She was in fuckin’ sweats. She just…” Osamu groans. “The way she held herself was… I can’t even explain it. It felt like my chest was gonna explode or some shit.”
“Ew is this some love at first sight trope? Are we in a romantic comedy?” Suna gasps. “Am I the wingman that’s supposed to get you laid?”
“Yer really graspin’ for straws there bud. She just surprised me is all.”
“Surprised you enough to forget your number one sellin’ onigiri flavor? I’m disgusted. What happened to stoic and unimpressed ‘Samu?”
“Died when she walked in the door.”
“So you’re telling me, basically the girl of your dreams came into the shop—”
“She wasn’t—”
“—Came into your shop, the one you own, and you didn’t get her name?”
“I didn’t—”
“Or her number?”
“I… no. No I didn’t get either.” Osamu slams his face against the counter and curses. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”
“I mean, yeah.”