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Osamu is wiping down the counter as the front door is unlocked he continues to wipe down the counter even as he hears the door shut. He knows who unlocked the door without even looking up, so he simply continues his task until the chair is pulled out in front of him and body is plopped down into it. Osamu expected his twin to stop by his shop the night he’s back in Osaka, so without even looking up, he takes the one remaining plate with food on it in one hand and sets it down in front of Atsumu.
The quiet is odd to Osamu. After watching his brother play arguably the best game of his career against some of his longtime rivals, he expected a loud and brash Atsumu to bust into the shop cheering about the Jackals win over the Adlers. Instead, he’s watching his dejected twin who isn’t looking up at Osamu. It’s concerning to see his twin quiet like this and after Atsumu does nothing but stare at the plate for a whole minute before slowly taking a bite, Osamu knows he should be concerned.
Osamu continues to watch his twin in silence, wondering if he should ask or wait until Atsumu is ready to talk about his mood. Clearly the attitude isn’t because of the game, his twin wouldn’t have an ounce of sadness in his body after a win like that. Which leaves Osaumu to ponder what else could make him so upset. He knows their ma is perfectly fine, he talked with her during his lunch earlier in the day. He hasn’t made any indication of being upset, so he can’t be setting his twin off. Not to mention, Atsumu likely would have saw Sakusa in Tok-.
“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” Osamu says without even thinking. He had meant it as an open-ended question, but the name leaving his lips becomes a statement and it instantly opens the flood gates as tears begin flowing down Atsumu’s face.
The murderous intent suddenly filling every fiber of his being is in no way humorous. Osamu’s joked about eating his brother in the womb or how being an only child would be easy, but he’s the only person Osamu would truly ride or die for. Clearly die in the sense he’ll kill anyone who hurts his brother.
“What da bastard do, Tsumu?”
There is no verbal response, or at least words Osamu can understand. Instead Atsumu begins to full on soband Osamu finds himself quickly moving around the counter to be able to pull his brother into a side hug. Which quickly turns into a full body hug as Atsumu maneuvers himself to be wrapped in Osamu’s arms and buried in his chest.
It takes some time, but eventually Osamu can feel his brother calm down in his arms and for a moment he questions if he cried himself to sleep. Regardless, Osamu continues to hold him while rubbing his back, a little happy he’s able to console his brother like this after they’ve been trying to mend their relationship over the last couple of years since their fight at the end of their third year in high school.
“I caught Ushijima in his apartment when I went to stop by. Shirtless, both of ‘em. Omi had some hickeys and clearly had been kissing da’ bastard,” Atsumu whispers into his brother’s chest. It’s the first time he’s verbally acknowledged what he saw and ultimately ended his relationship with Sakusa.
Osamu doesn’t say anything or move Atsumu off his chest, but Atsumu can feel his arms tighten around him. For a second he thinks it’s to comfort him, but as feels his twin take a deep breath before letting it out slowly, Atsumu realizes it’s to try and calm himself down. People tend to think Atsumu is the hot head, and while he’s reactive & loud, he’s more bark than bite. Osamu on the other hand is the bite, the one who actually swings if necessary. Atsumu wonders if he’s trying to stop himself from plotting murder or figuring out how to get away with it.
“You don’t have to do anything. I ended it with Om-Sakusa and embarrassed Ushijima.”
“Oikawa would probably love to hear about it. I’m surprised he hasn’t called you to hear all the details about your playing in the game.”
“He has. I’ve ignored his calls & messages. Didn’t want to have to explain why.” Atsumu murmurs into his twin’s chest, thinking of all the unanswered messages and missed call notifications on his phone. He probably should respond to Oikawa in some way, he’s been a rock the last couple of years for Atsumu while adjusting to being on his own and playing with the pros.
“Tsumu, are you going to be, okay?” Osamu asks as he moves his twin to be able to look him in the eyes. He knows it’s a dumb question in a way, his brother was nothing less than in love with Sakusa Kiyoomi, but he feels the need to ask it none the less.
Atsumu takes a deep breath as he meets his brother’s eyes, trying to swallow down the sadness he feels deep in his bones. He’s Miya Atsumu, one of the best setters in Japan, if not the best after his recent game. He’s experienced loss before – and while not romantic loss – he’s been able to keep moving forward, so he can do the same now.
“I will,” Atsumu says with conviction in his eyes and brain, but his heart doesn’t agree and stutters slightly as onyx eyes and curls briefly flash in his mind. His brother doesn’t need to know what he can’t see though.
Osamu decides his brother doesn’t need to know he text Sakusa after Atsumu leaves for the night.
He also texts Oikawa about the scenario. Even halfway across the world, he’ll be able to help Atsumu deal with his feelings in the aftermath of the break-up with Sakusa. He’ll also support any digs on Ushijima without any qualms, which is what Atsumu will likely need given most of his colleagues wouldn’t speak ill of the spiker.