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Vignette one: First impressions
Osamu considered himself a nice person, most of the time. However, if his friend called for honesty, he shall be honest. This was Gin’s fault.
“I think we should tell each other about our first impressions,” Gin says after a long, concentrated period of silence. The second years of the Inarizaki volleyball club had decided to barge into the Miya household and study (not that the twins fought against the idea). The study session consisted of many snacks, gossip time, and long periods of silence where one or two of them would actually read a couple things off their notebook.
“First impressions of what?” Suna replies. His eyes don’t leave his phone. Osamu slaps his hand over Suna’s eyes. Suna groans. “Get off me, you tyrant.”
“First impressions of each other,” Gin says with too much excitement. He lifts his finger up, as if he was saying something incredibly cool or smart. That never happened.
“Oh, I’ll go first!” Atsumu raises his hand like a small child would when asking to use the bathroom. “When I first met ‘Samu, I wished he would jump off a bridge!”
There’s a solid five minutes of punching, screaming, and screeching before Suna decides to speak.
“When I first met Gin, I thought he was an old man.”
“Why are ya starin’ at me suspiciously?” A visible sweat-drop runs down Gin’s face as he is met with Rintarou Suna’s glare.
Suna squints at Gin. “No reason.”
Osamu drops Atsumu from the chokehold he had him in and looks at Suna. “When I first met ya, I thought ya were weird and freaky. Ya are, but I still like ya, so it’s fine.”
Suna stares at him for a moment. “Thanks.” Although, his tone is screaming ‘you know what it could be worse’.
Osamu stares at Gin for a moment. Gin sweat-drop 2.0 runs down his face. “I thought ya were an old man, Gin.”
Gin squawks. “Why did all of ya think I was an old man?!”
Atsumu sits up from where he was lying down. “Did?”
“Atsumu… I’m in yer class…”
“Oh, yeah.” Atsumu says this as if he was remembering. Gin looks like he has given up.
Suna looks at the twins. He squints at them as if he was trying to figure out what to do with them. Osamu tilts his head. “Rin?”
Suna blinks. “I think you’re both losers.”
“Haha! Sunarin I think you meant ‘thought’!” Atsumu smiles at Suna with a sad amount of fake laughter.
Suna looks back at his phone. “Sure.”
Gin is looking at himself in the mirror at the corner of the room. “Do I look like an old man…?”
Osamu blinks. Where did that mirror come from? Maybe Atsumu bought it. Also, this turned out more tame than he thought it would.
Vignette 2: Convenience Store
“The fatty tuna isn’t even that good?” Suna licks his fingers after finishing his ice cream. It was fine, not the flavor he wanted, but it’s just fine.
“Yer fake, Sunarin,” Atsumu responds with utter disappointment in his voice. He shakes his head to further show his disapproval. “I can’t believe yer my best friend.”
Suna squints at Atsumu. “Since when was I your best friend?”
Atsumu squints back. He seems to think of a reply for a moment before giving up and settling with “Since… right now.”
Gin, who is sitting beside Suna, leans his head back against the park bench. He looks at the sky for a moment before speaking. “What qualifies as a ‘best friend’ anyway?”
Atsumu shrugs. “Someone who… ya always talk to?”
“Lame response.”
“Shut yer trap, Sunarin.” Atsumu pokes his finger into Suna’s forehead. Suna swats his hand away.
“Osamu has been gone for a while,” Gin says.
Atsumu grabs his chin and looks to be actually thinking. “Maybe Aran is my best friend. Ma knows his name, so that must count!”
“That’s against his will though…” Suna says. There’s an underlaying tone of seriousness that definitely pisses Atsumu off.
Atsumu shoves his hand in Suna’s face. “Sunarin! Gimme some breathin’ room here, why dontcha!?”
“Eh? You’re not funny, you know?” Suna’s confusion is evident. “I didn’t even say anything for you to work with.”
Atsumu falls to his knees and sighs. He starts mumbling. “No one gets me… what if I just ran away? Huh!? Darn…”
“Huh? Why do ya look so pathetic, ‘Tsumu?” Osamu enters the scene. Suna feels a slight spark in his chest. He thinks to himself: ah, the scene’s about to get interesting.
Atsumu turns around to face his twin aggressively. He pouts at him. “We have the same face.”
“I’m not the one mopin’ on the floor.” Osamu starts looking through the small plastic bag he was carrying.
“What do ya know ‘bout feelin’s!?” Atsumu starts eyeing the bag. He changes his position to a crouching one.
Osamu closes the bag. Ah, he instantly noticed. Suna thinks it’s that or it might just be a sibling instinct (which isn’t too far fetched since he has a weird sixth sense that lets him know when his sister is closing in on his open bag of chips). “I probably know more than ya.”
There’s a silent moment when Atsumu and Osamu just stare at each other. A weird telepathic conversation — that’s what Suna thinks it must be. He puts his hand in his pocket, getting ready to take out his phone.
Osamu seems to snap at something (probably whatever weird mental mind games Atsumu tried pulling on him) and jumps at Atsumu.
Suna’s phone right in the face of danger, Gin yelling at the twins that this was definitely public indecency, the twins throwing punches and kicks at each other — this was the picture perfect afternoon for the second years. Suna would admit that it’s nice, but he refuses to let Atsumu’s head grow bigger.
Vignette 3: Bakery
Gin is oblivious to a lot of things. Sometimes he’ll get tunnel vision or his stubbornness and pride get in the way of seeing a better path or whatever. This whole situation, however, was so painfully obvious, he’d be the world’s biggest idiot for not realizing. Good thing Atsumu takes on that role.
The second years decided to visit a bakery nearby the school after practice had ended. It was at Suna’s recommendation, and it was no surprise that Osamu had immediately accepted.
Once they get to the bakery, Osamu opens the door. He looks at Suna and gestures inside. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks.” Once Suna enters, the bastard (Osamu) decides not to hold the door open for Gin or Atsumu.
Gin would be offended, but the situation is pretty obvious. Good thing Atsumu takes all the offense. “What the hell is his problem!?”
“Whaddya mean?” Gin starts eyeing all the goods. Maybe he should just buy the whole shop. Surely his parents wouldn’t mind so long as his money is spent on something good. This is something good.
“‘Samu’s been gettin’ weird around Sunarin lately.” Atsumu’s face screams annoyance, until he spots a sweet treat he seems to like.
Gin lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m surprised ya haven’t noticed, Atsumu.”
“Noticed what?” Atsumu tilts his head.
Oh, he actually doesn’t know. “Ya haven’t thought about Osamu’s weird behavior at all?”
“Obviously I have if I’m annoyin’ ‘bout it?” Atsumu huffs.
“Dude… Osamu has a huge crush on Sunarin.” Gin almost laughs. Best high school setter, huh? Gin figures all that intelligence must only be reserved for volleyball.
Atsumu stares at him blankly. He blinks, once, twice. Uh oh, Atsumu mind meltdown! Cogs are turning around very slowly in his head. He turns slowly to look at Osamu and Suna, who are currently trying to figure out what to buy. Osamu is staring at Suna: eyes droopy, light pink marking his face, and a look that he usually only reserved for food. Although, Gin notices something interesting.
When Gin looks back at Atsumu, his jaw is hung so low that Gin’s worried that it’s dislocated. Atsumu runs his hands through his hair. “Huh?”
“Are ya ok-“
“SAMU!” Atsumu points at Osamu. Osamu looks at Atsumu with all the annoyance he can muster (quick mood change, wow!).
Suna seems to laugh about something he said to Osamu before Osamu walks over to Atsumu. “What? Ya scrub.”
“Don’t ‘scrub’ me, scrub!” Atsumu pokes his finger into Osamu’s forehead. Osamu slaps his hand away. “Ya have a crush on Sunarin!?”
Osamu may seem nonchalant and calm, but he still is related to Atsumu Miya, so the panic is evident on his face. “How did ya know??”
“Twin telepathy.” (Thank you, Atsumu Miya). “Why didn’t ya tell me?”
“Because… I forgot?” Osamu says lamely, shrugging a bit.
Wow, Gin thinks. They really are related.
Atsumu frowns at him, disapproval written all over his face.
Osamu looks back to where Suna is explaining to cashier what he wants to order. “Suna is really cool and smart. He’s also real pretty, so I wanna date him. I wanna do that part on my own, though.”
Atsumu frowns again.
Osamu frowns right back at him.
Silent conversation, Gin figures. He figures right because the two of them go to look at some of the sweets they want to order. Suna walks over to Gin, watching the twins. “They got into a fight, right?”
“I think so.”
Suna chuckles. He stares at them, a certain fondness seems to reach his eyes for a moment before he looks down at the bag of sweets he bought.
Ah, Gin remembers, the interesting thing he noticed. “Suna, ya like Osamu, right?”
Suna freezes. He slowly looks at Gin. “Eh? I mean, he’s my friend, so… yeah?”
“That’s not what I mean…” Gin sighs. “Ya noticed it, right?”
Suna stares at Gin for a moment. He tries to appear clueless before giving up and sighing. He starts looking through his bag again. “Yeah, it’s kinda obvious Osamu’s trying to court me.”
“Haha! Court? I like that!” Gin laughs a bit more. Though the term is formal, Gin thinks it sounds nice and passionate. “Ya like that he’s courtin’ ya though, right?”
Suna freezes again. This time, his face lights up with a slight red. His lips pout and he looks a bit embarrassed, like a kid being caught looking through the cookie jar.
“Y’know, Sunarin, yer the type of guy who easily picks up on weaknesses and uses them to yer advantage,” Gin feels weird, being the one to call out someone, but someone has to do it. “But when it comes to Osamu, well, yer kinda soft with him.”
Suna’s face seems to turn more red. He brings up a hand to cover half his face before speaking. “Osamu is stupidly considerate.”
Suna mumbles something else. Gin quirks an eyebrow, “What was that?”
Suna squints his eyes at Gin. He then looks down at his fingers, which he started fiddling with. “And he’s… kind of handsome.”
Gin blinks. He laughs. He sighs. “Young love.”
“You’re only a couple months older than me.”
Vignette 4: Living room
Atsumu figured he should’ve expected this, his brother being absolutely infatuated by Suna and all that. However, he never agreed to sitting next to them while they consistently flirt with each other and make weird lovey-dovey eyes at each other. The three of them are watching some random movie Suna brought the dvd for and have been watching it for the past hour (the traitor, Ginjima, decided it was time for him to be sick).
The movie is paused, and Atsumu gets up to stretch his back. “This movie is real predictable.”
“That’s the fun of it,” Suna gets up from where he was sitting. “You get to make guesses that are always right. Ten points to me.”
Osamu sits up straight before looking at Suna. “Why’d ya pause it?”
“I’m gonna go use the bathroom.” Suna starts to make his way out of the living room.
Atsumu chuckles. “Ya gonna go take a shit?”
Suna pokes his head into the living room. “Why do you think I’m going to use your upstairs bathroom?” He gives Atsumu a sly smirk before running off.
Atsumu scrunches his face in disgust. “Gross. I hope yer constipated!”
After getting no response, Atsumu turns to Osamu, who’s sitting nicely on the couch, checking his nails. “Ma’s workin’ late tonight. Ya gonna cook?”
Osamu looks up at Atsumu and quirk up an eyebrow. He really looks dumbfounded. “No?”
Atsumu blinks at him. “Sunarin’s gonna cook?”
“What? No?”
Atsumu blinks again. Silence fills the space between before Atsumu visibly cringes. “… I’m gonna cook?”
“Yer not allowed in the kitchen.”
“Then who’s cookin’ tonight!?” Atsumu distresses.
Osamu squints his eyes at Atsumu. “No one?? Did ya forget what I told ya this mornin’?”
Atsumu huffs. “No! … but just to make sure we’re on the same page…”
Osamu rolls his eyes. “I said there are leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them once yer hungry.” Osamu takes a bite out of the salmon he had on a plate rested in his lap. Wait what.
Atsumu stares at Osamu for a moment. “Where did ya get that food from…”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”
Suna pops up in the living room again. He smiles proudly and sets his hands on his hips. “Good news and bad news! Good news, my mom said I can stay over, yay!”
“Bad news?” Atsumu looks over at him.
Suna shrugs. “Nothing. I just wanted to say that.”
“Yer weird.” Atsumu squints at him.
Suna points at Osamu’s salmon. “Can I have some of that?”
“Sure.”
“Did ya just ignore me…”
Suna takes a seat next to Osamu. He opens his mouth expectedly. Atsumu snorts, what is he doing? Then his mouth audibly drops because Osamu feeds Suna. He feeds him. He actually, grabbed his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of salmon, and shoved it in Suna’s mouth like they were playing airplane.
Suna chews happily. Osamu gives him a sweet, small smile before kissing his jaw. Wait what.
“Yer DATIN’?” Atsumu points at the two of them.
Suna and Osamu look at him, then look at each other, then look at Atsumu. Osamu frowns. “Yeah, we thought we made that obvious?”
“Well not obvious ENOUGH!” Atsumu gestures his hands around crazily. He stutters a bit before giving up and huffing in annoyance.
Suna blinks at him. “You mad?”
And then, Atsumu throws the first punch.