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“All I want.. for Christmas.. is.. youuuu.”
“ERRHH!” Atsumu interrupted, mimicking the red button noise. “Samu, Samu, Samu. Yer doing no justice to Miss Carey!” He tutted, standing up from his seat on the couch to steal the microphone from his brothers hand. “Its more like this.. YoOUouOuuuu!” Atsumu sang, giving his best Mariah Carey impression.
“Atsumu, t’s my turn. You’d hate it if any of us interrupted you.” Osamu sighed, reaching for the microphone from his twins hand, “Give it back.”
Atsumu twisted his arm away from Osamus grabby hand, a glare forming on his face. “Samu, I appreciate that yer participating in karaoke but I’m not allowing you to butcher this song.”
“Fine, I’ll change the song.”
“But this song is on already, I’ll just finish it and you can go after.”
“Wha- Atsumu! It’s my turn!”
“Just let me sing the song! Be patient!”
“No, you be patient! It’s literally my turn!?”
The fight started to get physical, with Osamu getting up in Atsumus face trying to reach for the microphone that was held in Atsumus stretched out arm. Atsumu was using his free arm and a leg to try and push Osamu away, the two yelling into each others faces.
“Atsumu, ya spoilt shit! Give it!”
“Get off me, ya ugly snob!”
“We have the same face!?”
“Both of you shut up!” A loud voice yelled as it rang through the room, freezing both Atsumu and Osamu in place.
Kiyoomi sighed as he stepped through the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, setting a dishcloth down on his way over to the two. “At any point were you planning on stopping this?” Kiyoomi asked as he rounded the couch, passing Suna who was curled up in his spot, phone in hand as he recorded the twins. “Nope.” He stated with an amused expression.
Kiyoomi resisted an eye roll as he walked up to Atsumu and plucked the microphone from his hand. “Its your brothers turn, Atsumu.” Kiyoomi stated bluntly. Atsumu frowned, crossing his arms. “Omi! You weren’t here for the whole fight, Samu was-“ Kiyoomi cut him off. “No need, I heard it all from the kitchen. Now let Osamu finish his song, and then sing Mariah Carey.” He said as he passed the microphone back to Osamu.
“Fine. Don’t have ta treat me like a baby.” Atsumu grumbled.
“Then don’t act like one.” Kiyoomi responded, before heading out the same doorway he had emerged from second prior. Atsumu, despite his moodiness, was quick to follow.
“Omi-omi, you better not be doing any cleaning up in ‘ere! We said we’d all do it together tomorrow!” Atsumu said, sliding his hands onto Kiyoomis waist. “You lot are going to be too hungover to do anything tomorrow morning.” Kiyoomi pointed out, picking his gloves up from where he’d left them on the counter.
“Na-uh!” Atsumu interjected, slapping the gloves from Kiyoomis hand. Kiyoomi turned to glare at his husband. “Omi, Darling, Jus’ have one night where ya let go! No dishes! No scrubbin’! Just relaaaaax.” As to emphasis his point, Atsumu moved his hands across Kiyoomis back in a massage, coaxing the tension out of his body. Kiyoomi sighed, unwillingly feeling his body relax under the touch. “Jus’ for tonight? Please Omi?” Atsumu purred, leaning up to his husbands ear. Stupid Atsumu, he knew how to get under Kiyoomis’ skin.
“Fine. But I’m not singing.” Kiyoomi agreed, turning his head towards his husband. “We’ll see.” Atsumu grinned, moving his lips to Kiyoomis to capture him in a quick kiss. Kiyoomi could taste the bitterness of liquor and sweetness of candy canes on his lips, If he wasn’t already intoxicated from their earlier drinks, this kiss would do the trick.
A buzzing noise broke through the room, Atsumu pulling away from the kiss to scoop his phone from his back pocket. He read the caller ID and grinned.
“Oikaa-Saaaan!” He cheered in a sing-song voice. “Merry Christmas!”
“Murry Chris’mus Tsum-Tsum!” A cheery - but extremely slurred - voice responded.
Kiyoomi, understanding that his husband was now completely distracted by the phone, turned away to fetch some more drinks.
“Oika-San, Tut tut, ya sound like trouble.” Atsumu grinned, moving the phone away from his ear to press the FaceTime button. The phone rang for a second, then Oikawa’s face appeared on the screen, sporting a Santa hat on his head. “Tsummmmuuuuuu-chaaan.. I’m wasteeed!”
Atsumu grinned. “I can see that, Oika. Where’s that hunk of a guardian of yers? Is he wasted too?”
“Nooo, he’s so boring, Tsum-chan!” Oikawa sulked, pouting into the camera. “He hasn’t given me attention in like… five minutes!”
“Whatta dick.” Atsumu shook his head disapprovingly.
Oikawas face lit up at the insult. “Tsumu-chan! I knew you’d understand!” He beamed before blowing kisses into the camera. Just then, Kiyoomi appeared in front of Atsumu again, this time, holding two shot glasses with liquid that looked suspiciously dangerous. Atsumu saw the glasses, gasped and then rushed to prop his phone up so Oikawa could see both him and Kiyoomi. “Oika! Oika! Take a shot with us!” As soon as the words left his mouth, Oikawa was gone from the camera and instead was replaced with flashes of scenery as Oikawa moved around on his end of the phone call.
As they waited for Oikawas return, Suna and Osamu had ventured into the kitchen themselves to find a drink, only to see the other two with shots. “Without us?” Osamu tutted, but poured himself and Suna a glass each. “Whatta’ we waiting for?” Suna asked, accepting the small glass from Osamu with a quick ‘thanks’.
“Oikawa.” Atsumu said, pointing to his phone. Osamu shook his head. “I can’t tell if you two bein’ almost inseparable is better or worse than when ya both wanted ta kill one another.”
“We didn’t wanna kill each otha’! Jus’ some friendly rivalry.” Atsumu smiled. The other three rolled their eyes, distinctly remembering the drama that went down the first time the two setters met.
Atsumu grinned once Oikawa reappeared on the screen, now also holding a shot glass of his own. “Iwa-chan cut me off earlier.” He whispered to his phone, a finger to his mouth. “So no telling!” He giggled mischievously.
“We all ready?” Atsumu asked, bringing the glass up near his face, everyone else following before they all tilted their heads back, allowing the burning liquid to travel down their throats.
Atsumu and Osamu both made a ‘Blegh’ noise.
Kiyoomi shook his head at the feeling.
Oikawa let out a loud cackle and a “Oh! It buuuurns!”
Suna licked his lips and set his glass down.
“Never seen anything hotter.” Osamu said, watching Suna take the shot like it was nothing.
“Gross.” Atsumu replied.
“Tsumu-chan! Iwa-chan found me!” Oikawa yelled from the phone. “Gotta go! He’s so pissed! He saw me take the shot!” Oikawa whined.
“Be brave, Oika-san!” Atsumu cheered, blowing kisses goodbye before hanging up on Oikawa.
“My karaoke turns over.” Osamu reminded, and Atsumu lit up once again. “Yes yes! Time to show ya all who tha king is.” Atsumu said, latching onto Kiyoomi. “C’mon Omi, Omi. Come watch me! Let me serenade you.”
Kiyoomi had stolen the glass from Atsumu and put it safely on the counter before any harm could happen to the shot glass. “Fine. But please, keep your shirt on this time.” Kiyoomi sighed, allowing himself to be dragged out of the kitchen to the living room. Atsumu didn’t reply, instead wiggling his eyes at Kiyoomi.
“Take it as a Christmas present, Omi.”
“In that case, I’d like to return it. I don’t like it.”
“Yer horrible ta me!”