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As soon as Osamu opened his eyes, he immediately realised that this was not his room.
‘Oh, no,’ he thought, ’it happened again.’
It had not happened in decades, and to be fair, it had only happened twice in their entire lives, but it had happened before, he knew it could happen. That was precisely why he did not panic.
What was certain was that it was undoubtedly strange for him to feel that the man who was holding him tightly, embracing him from behind, with infinite love, was not someone he knew intimately. That the calm, deep breath that was breaking over the nape of his neck was Kiyoomi's.
On the other hand, he had still woken up in Atsumu's body.
He smiled, happy for his brother, at how lovingly Kiyoomi was holding him. How, when he had understandably stiffened for a moment, Kiyoomi, even in the unconsciousness of sleep, had sensed this and had begun to caress his arm and place tender kisses on the nape of his neck.
Caresses that had continued even when the other had felt him relax again.
Osamu knew perfectly well when his brother was a cuddler and always looking for cuddles with the people he loved or, as in this particular case, with the person he loved. So he was happy to hear how those cuddles came quite spontaneously from Kiyoomi. He judged that the two of them, since they had been together for six months, had somehow domesticated each other without, however, ever changing the other.
- It’s everything ok, luv? -
And Osamu found himself smiling again at hearing that appellation come out of the crusher's mouth. But then... Shit, how was he supposed to answer so as not to make Kiyoomi suspicious?! Not that he wanted to lie to him or anything but he had to consult with his brother somehow first, figure out what he wanted Kiyoomi to know about that thing or not. Mood of life: to remain vague.
He coughed for a moment, as if to clear his throat, trying to buy time.
- Yes... -
Should he have used a pet name too? But which one? Perhaps Atsumu, in one of his endless monologues, had revealed to him the infinite ways in which he addressed Kiyoomi, but hey: he couldn't listen to everything that came out of his brother's mouth. It was called mental survival.
- Yes... - he repeated then and felt perfectly well how Kiyoomi had stopped himself from continuing to cuddle him in that gentle way.
Osamu rolled his eyes. He'd caught him before immediately.
- Ahehm... pee... - he mumbled, as he gently loosened himself from the other man's embrace, throwing his feet off the bed and having to make a mad effort not to cover himself since he was obviously naked as a worm.
It wasn't that he was ashamed of his nudity, as an athlete he had shared changing rooms and showers even with complete strangers during tournaments and various training sessions, but it certainly caused him some embarrassment to know that he was naked in front of the eyes of his twin's boyfriend, even if he was even if it was in his body. But, he thought, it would certainly appear strange in Kiyoomi's eyes to see his own boyfriend covering himself in front of him, especially taking into account that Atsumu was a real exhibitionist.
- Atsumu? - Kiyoomi lifted his upper body off the bed, gently holding the other by the wrist with a questioning look. What on earth was going on? Why hadn't Atsumu beached himself all over him, showering him with kisses, various nibbles, all topped off with absurd little voices like every morning?
Kiyoomi saw him swallow for a moment before softening his smile - OK, that wasn't the way his lips normally curved upwards when Atsumu smiled, that wasn't the way little wrinkles formed around his eyes. Not to mention the fact that the usual dimple had not formed on his left cheek. It was a nice, sweet smile... but not the usual one. It was Kiyoomi who now swallowed, startled.
He saw him lean towards him, brush the usual unruly curl that tickled the tip of his nose and place his lips lightly on the two moles on his forehead.
- Thanks... - the other whispered to him and the confusion in Kiyoomi's soul grew further.
He let himself fall back in bed, bringing a hand in front of his eyes. Something was not right. But maybe it was just his paranoia. Maybe...
He got out of bed and it was instinctive for him to put on the sweatpants that lay on the floor, where either he or Atsumu had thrown them the night before, and he headed for the bathroom, tapping the door with his knuckles a couple of times.
- Love? - but his voice sounded uncertain now. And he was certain that yes, something was different when the other opened the door for him, resting a hand on the doorframe.
- What... what's going on? - Kiyoomi asked and watched as Atsumu gave a small smile. And, no: it wasn't his love's smirk.
- I'm Osamu. - There, the mystery was revealed. There was no point in continuing in that charade either. Imagine if someone as attentive and receptive as Kiyoomi wouldn't have realised right away that the one standing in front of him wasn't his partner.
- W-what? - he mocked the crusher, backing away a step and stepping aside to let out of the bathroom he didn't quite know who, while the latter signalled with his head to follow him towards the kitchen.
Exactly ten minutes later, while he was cooking (it always helped him clear his head and calm down), Osamu had explained the situation to Kiyoomi.
A couple of times when they were little, he and Atsumu had woken up in each other's bodies. For no reason or because they had expressed who knows what thought or desire. Of course, as they were children at the time, they had been terrified and had spoken to their parents, who had calmed them down. It had also happened to them - both being twins - a few times. Everything then returned to normal, within a couple of hours.
And he saw them, Osamu, how the little wheels in Kiyoomi's brain had quickly got in motion.
- No, calm: since you've known each other, it never happened. And calm part two: when it happened to both us and our parents, it always happened at the moment of waking, so it could never happen at... certain times. - he reassured him with a small, amused smile as he presented him with a king's breakfast before his eyes.
And Kiyoomi thought that it was really dumb: what he had in front of him was Atsumu's body but he could clearly see that it wasn't him.
- You're not tranquil though. - Kiyoomi noted as he picked up his fork and knife to cut the avocado toast, after waiting for Osamu to take a seat in front of him.
- Eh... - replied Osamu, tossing out the air heavily, running a hand through his hair and still marvelling to see blond strands of hair passing through his fingers.
Kiyoomi waited in silence.
- Because when he woke up Tsumu will learn of something I didn't want him to come to find out like this. That you would come to find out. - he concluded. And how strange it was to see in Atsumu's face, in his features, an impish but somehow also amused smile.
And he hadn't even called him...
- There he is! - burst out laughing, Osamu, when he saw his brother's mobile phone light up and that the call came from his own.
- Hel... - but he didn't even have time to finish answering.
°°SAMU!°° he practically screamed, so much so that Osamu was forced to pull the phone away from his ear °°Would you kindly explain to me why I woke up naked in your bed, but that's not the problem since you also woke up completely naked, with two men?!°°
But the invective was not yet over.
°°Oh, by the way: I really hope you didn't take advantage of the fact that you woke up in my body and even touched Omi with your finger.°°
- What an asshole you can be, Tsumu! -
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