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Atsumu blinked awake at the feeling of a hand nudging his shoulder. It was still dark, only the faint beginnings of morning light coming in through the blinds, and he fought the urge to whine. It was absolutely not time to wake up. He squeezed his eyes shut again.
“Atsu.”
His eyes snapped open once more.
“‘Samu?” He murmured, squinting in the darkness. “What… here?” He was in his bed, and a quick glance to his right showed Sakusa still asleep on his opposite side.
“Shh,” Osamu shushed him, hooking his hands under Atsumu’s shoulders and lifting him up and out of the bed carefully. Atsumu followed obediently, taking his brother’s hand once his socked feet touched the floor. Osamu quietly led him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. “Remember what day it is?” He asked once they reached the kitchen.
Atsumu felt too small to remember anything right now so he just blinked at his twin. Osamu smirked, shaking his head. “It’s yer Papa’s birthday, buddy! Remember, we’re gonna make ‘im breakfast?”
Atsumu gasped, gripping Osamu’s hand tighter and bouncing up onto his toes. “Oh! Yeah, ‘Samu, gotta get bre’fast of waff’es with berries, and sprinkles, and-and lots more!”
Osamu shushed him with a laugh, walking over to the fridge. “Shh, don’t wake him up, ‘kay? Let’s go make some waffles.”
Atsumu was so grateful for his brother. Osamu adapted to his twin’s little side so easily, like the role of big brother was always meant for him rather than the other way around. Who else would wake up with Atsumu at 6 in the morning to make an elaborate birthday breakfast in bed for his caregiver? Who else would argue with Atsumu over how many sprinkles is too many, and then distract him with a spoonful of whipped cream before he dumped the entire bottle out? Who else would help Atsumu mix the waffle batter to make him feel included and then make an extra waffle just for him?
Atsumu hummed in content, tucking himself into Osamu’s side. He felt especially happy today, surrounded by his family and making breakfast in bed for his Papa. He slipped his pacifier from his mouth and asked, “All done?”
“Almost,” Osamu murmured, fixing the arrangement of the plates of food on the tray. “Can ya be super careful and grab a mug from the cupboard for yer Papa’s coffee?”
“Mhm!” Atsumu let his pacfier drop to the counter and moved over to the cupboard, scanning over the mugs lining the shelves. He reached up for his personal favorite of Sakusa’s, a pale yellow cup with pictures of different cats decorating it. He grabbed it with both hands and brought it to Osamu, who took it with a smile and poured the freshly brewed coffee inside.
“Okay, all done!” Osamu placed the mug on the tray and carefully lifted it up. “Atsu, can ya lead the way and go wake yer Papa up?”
Atsumu hummed in excitement and ran up the stairs - he definitely wasn’t allowed, but Osamu just shook his head and began to carefully follow him. He could get away with it for one day.
Once upstairs Atsumu peeked back into their bedroom, giggling when he saw Sakusa still asleep, limbs now sprawled out across the bed. He tip-toed inside and climbed onto the bed, kneeling next to his caregiver.
“Papa,” Atsumu whispered, poking at Sakusa’s side. “Papa, you ‘wake?”
Sakusa groaned and gently swatted away Atsumu’s hand, making the little giggle and flop himself down next to him. “Papaaaa, ‘s yer bir’day! I got a ‘prise for ya!”
Sakusa opened one eye to see Atsumu beaming at him, blonde hair sprawled all over the pillow. “You have a surprise for me?” He murmured, voice deep from sleep. He reached out and pulled Atsumu into his chest, pressing his lips into his hair. “Is it my little boy letting me sleep in longer?”
“Noooooo!” Atsumu giggled, squirming out of his caregiver’s arms. Osamu reached the bedroom then, gently knocking the tray against the bedroom door to announce his arrival. Sakusa sat up slightly to peek around Atsumu, eyes widening at the sight.
“Osamu?”
“S’prise!” Atsumu shouted, throwing his hands up. “Happy bir’day, Papa!”
Osamu grinned, walking forward with the breakfast tray. “Happy birthday, Omi-kun. Ya hungry?”
“This is all for me?” Sakusa gaped, sitting up fully in bed. “Did you both make all this?”
“Yeah!” Atsumu nodded, sitting on his knees and bouncing up and down in excitement. “Me ‘nd ‘Samu cooked-ed it ‘nd he even let me put ‘da sprinkles ‘nd berries on!”
“He did?” Sakusa gasped, reaching out to take the tray from Osamu. He placed it across the bedspread, quickly removing the mug of coffee and moving it to the nightstand to prevent a spill. “Wow. This looks amazing, you two. I love it.”
Osamu reached over to ruffle Atsumu’s hair. “'S all Atsu’s idea. He wanted to make yer birthday extra special.”
“And it is,” Sakusa confirmed, pulling Atsumu onto his lap and hugging him tightly to his chest. “Thank you so much, baby. I love it. I love you.” Atsumu beamed and wrapped himself tightly around his caregiver. Sakusa reached out an arm then, beckoning the other twin forward. “And you too, Osamu, c’mere.”
Osamu blushed fiercely and stepped forward, letting Sakusa pull him into a group hug. “Thank you,” Sakusa repeated, kissing the top of Atsumu’s head and then Osamu's, making him blush even harder. “I don't think I can finish this all by myself, so who’s hungry?”
By the time the tray was empty, Atsumu was passed out on Sakusa’s lap with his head against his caregiver’s chest, whipped cream all over his face and strawberry juice staining his mouth. Osamu was asleep as well, his head just barely resting on Sakusa’s shoulder.
Sakusa could clean up later. It was his birthday, after all. He gently pressed a kiss to both of the twins’ foreheads once again before letting himself drift off to sleep.