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It all starts on Wednesday morning, Osamu is crammed in front of his laptop trying to arrange his schedule for next semester. It’s fucking 6 o’clock in the morning and they’re both refreshing their screen to get the best time slots.
There's no point in course enrollment being so early in the morning.
“Fuck yea!” Osamu seems delighted after a good half an hour, "Thursdays and Tuesdays off– I can work half the week,” there's a grin on his face, “then just a lecture Friday but I can skip that.”
“Nice,” Atsumu is still clicking on his own laptop, he swears it's almost burning up. He’s half happy for his brother and half distracted, but he still swings his hand over for a high-five.
“You?” The sound of the high-five echoes against the room.
“Workin’ on it,” he's just a couple of clicks away from the perfect schedule– “Thursday, Friday off, baby!”
They high-five again and head to bed.
It turns out though, Osamu’s schedule is less than perfect because the class he was worried about the least turns out the most strict with attendance.
Apparently, the professor is a hard ass and purposely asks for the Friday evening's time slots to weed out the ‘unserious students’ and ensure that everyone attends. Which is totally shitty for Osamu, who has other priorities in life.
Least to say, Osamu is pissed. He needs to work at his restaurant, which he basically built from the floor up, and work and run the place. Which is almost impossible while he’s still trying to get his degree– so he can expand his business throughout Japan.
It’s his main reason for getting his degree, his brother is an entrepreneur and Atsumu is so proud of him.
He’s needed at the restaurant especially on a Friday night. That leaves them both on the couch, right after one week of classes, Osamu isn't having it.
“What if I just go for ya?” Atsumu offers almost offhandedly.
“Huh?” Osamu turns around, locking eyes with him, video game ignored, as his character dies on screen, “watcha yappin’ about?”
“I mean, we’re identical," he shrugs. It's a little favour he could do his brother. “And I can just sit on my phone for the lecture, whateva.”
“Ya understand this is every Friday, for the semester?” but there's a slight look of relief on his face, “and notta say this isn't insane, we’re not like twelve.”
Being twelve was probably the worst age for misunderstandings, sometimes Osamu and Atsumu would play it up and actually switch around.
“Who cares,” Atsumu doesn't see the big deal, “our hair is the same now,” after being twelve Atsumu had a crisis and dyed his hair before high school started, “it's not like ya know any of these people.”
“Yer’ll really do that for me?” Osamu grins, but there's a slight reluctance in his eyes. He knows that Atsumu hates being mistaken for him, that it took him ages to realize he's his own person and not the same body sliced in two halves.
“‘Course,” and there's not much to think about. He’s doing his brother a solid, contrary to popular belief– Atsumu is a great brother, thank you very much.
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So that's how it starts. Atsumu is pretending to be Osamu while the dickhead is out at his restaurant, he’s on some imposter shit, he feels like he’s in that western film, the parent trap.
Business classes should be easy, Atsumu thinks as he makes his way to the lecture hall. Thankfully nothing graded takes place during the lecture, just attendance, which is ridiculous.
He might just be having a little bit of an existential crisis. How does he act like Osamu and should he even act like Osamu? Would anyone even recognize him..?
Maybe he’ll just act like himself, his face would do the work on its own.
He hits the back row, he has his laptop and he’s gonna try to do some online shopping and place some bids, maybe even some lowballs.
Surprisingly, the class is fucking full, and he can only mange a good seat somewhere towards the back. The only reason being is that some guy in a mask is sitting with most people avoiding his vicinity. Maybe he’s sick? It is flu season and people don’t wanna get sick.
Whatever. He pops down the row in front of him. Atsumu has a good immune system. He doesn't even bother taking notes, instead he heads to ebay and starts scourging the internet for volleyball cards. He’s almost at his 3rd lowball offer the night before he hears a groan behind him, right when he proposed ¥518 for a card valued at ¥1556.
Theres no way someone is watching him fuck around right now, right?
He lowballs again and there's a loud exhale behind him. Well, once is nothing but twice is a coincidence. Fuck, what if user VolleyballCardsInternational is sitting behind him..?
His thoughts get taken out of a trance, as the professor exhales, “Okay! In class activity, get into pairs.”
Oh shit. Atsumu was hoping he'd be doing no talking. What if he just excused himself to the bathroom and came back after the assessment..
He’s about to take a quick look around the classroom to see if anyone would miss him before he’s met head on with the guy, glaring into his soul, who is probably sick, rocking that surgical mask.
The guy is… surprisingly pretty, unless he's mask-fishing under there but Atsumu doubts it. His hair is rather voluminous and he spots two moles on his forehead, which are kinda appealing for whatever reason.
“Let's work together?” He states before he even knows what he's doing foregoing the fact he doesn't even know the class content. Fuck. he really shouldnt be here making friends.
The guy nods as he scotches to the desk over so there's less distance between them, “sure.”
“Im uh, Miya At– Osamu,” he almost stutters there for a second, which isn't a good sign, but he pulled off the delivery nonetheless.
“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” he’s unsure if the man is annoyed with him, or if he always has such indifference on his face.
“Ya know,” after a moment of silence, “if yer sick, ya shouldv’ stayed home.” he’s trying to be nice, accommodating, maybe even spark some conversation.
“I’m not sick,” is the only response he gets before he adjusts his mask, whatever part of his nose was showing before– isn't now. “Classrooms are exceptionally dirty.”
Hmh, “and its flu season,” he agrees, maybe he should wear a mask. Maybe this guy is onto something.
“Exactly,” Sakusa seems more receptive now and he can tell his body doesn't tense as much.
“Well ya should know I got ma flu shot,” it's useless conversation, and definitely not about the task on hand, but Sakusa makes him nervous. He feels his heart pick up a faster pace as he watches the man’s eye crinkle.
“Okay so we have an question to answer,” Sakusa in on his laptop, Atsumu doesn’t even have access to Osamu’s coursework portal, fuck, maybe that will be needed.
“Which is?”
“It's written on the board,” there's a small eyeroll, as Atsumu spins around a 180 to glare at the board.
If you could eliminate one law or regulation affecting your industry, what would it be?
God, he did not expect this class to have an oral component, nor did he expect some law-esque question.
“Watcha think Sakusa?” It’s a cop out, he knows, he didn't even state his own opinion. The other man just stares at him before Atsumu starts to ramble.
Osamu is studying restaurant management under the business department, there must be something he could say, “I’d say the restaurant qr codes, it's so annoyin’ when there's no physical menu.”
Sakusa eyes him, like he’s grown two heads, but reluctantly nods, "business culture should be changed but I’m unsure if that counts, so.. the requirement of having no specific legal requirement to appoint a data protection officer.”
Oh, a proper answer, Atsumu feels a bit silly. “I see, uh, well–” but right before he was about to stammer something else the professor called them back to the lecture. Great, he humiliated himself in front of the cute guy.
Maybe, it's a blessing the lecture started again so he didn't have a double whammy, but qr codes are annoying, they're no law or regulation but still, completely valid.
For some reason he feels the glare of someone behind him, like Sakusa is staring into his back the whole lecture. It’s odd, but he isn’t gonna second guess it.
Atsumu packs up his stuff, but Sakusa hasn't left the classroom yet until Astumu turns the corner so they leave together. “If it makes any difference,” the guy starts, with almost a teasing tone, “I don't like qr code menu’s either.”
“Really, now, eh?” Atsumu is even surprised he’s making conversation with him as they leave out the door, “even though it's more hygienic to just read on yer phone?”
Maybe he shouldn't have made that correlation, but Sakusa laughs, “takes away from the ambiance.”
He feels his chest get a bit warmer, almost like he’s fighting butterflies in his stomach, “exactly.”
━
The next class rolls around next Friday, Atsumu is lowkey second guessing why he even agreed to this, but he loves his brother. And he owes him bigtime.
This time Atsumu has access to Osamu’s course portal, so he’s ready to go. He aims for the same section as before where he was sitting, noticing that Sakusa (the one guy he knows in class) isn't here yet.
In all honesty, there's only so much doomscrolling he could do on his phone, and he doesn't wanna make Osamu seem rude, so maybe he should use this time to study for other classes. It’s not like anyone's glaring at his screen.
He almost spoke too soon, as he felt someone scotch into his row and sit beside him. He'd usually be excited about making a friend, but under his undercover circumstances, he really should be keeping a low profile.
Surprisingly, it's Sakusa sliding into the chair. Guess he’s not such an antisocial loner as he thought.
“Yer ready to learn?” he teases as he turns to face him. He’s wearing a mask again but this time the top of his outfit is a warm red colour, perfect for fall, and fuck does it ever match him.
“Sure,” maybe Sakusa isn't much of a talkative guy, but Atsumu probably isn't that annoying if he sat next to him already.
Atsumu actually brought his work laptop with him, it's a hefty gaming laptop that probably runs enough electricity to power a small village. Last week he simply brought his smaller one that he fools around with. Today he was trying to do work, his project was due tonight.
Thankfully, the fan isn't super loud today so it doesn't attract too much attention as he pulls out an architecture software. It really isn't that interesting, he’s just drawing lines for a building plan on AutoCAD, but he’s bouncing between that file and a 3D model on SketchUp.
The calculations hurt his head and he feels his wrist hurting, as he goes out and shakes it but before he knows it, it’s break time. The sound of chairs moving and people walking snap his outta his trance.
He turns his head towards the door and Sakusa is staring at his screen, yikes. Maybe he shouldn't be doing his own work, maybe Sakusa can fish him out and snitch.
But there's no way, he doesn't know he’s a twin. Most people wouldn't assume he’s impersonating their brother.
“Are you playing..sims?” It doesn't exactly look like sims, but hey, Atsumu can roll with it.
“Yer,” he awkwardly laughs, “keeps me, uh, stimulated.”
Sakusa looks at him again like he’s grown another head, “looks different than usual,” he mutters, but then looks up at the building Atsumu is designing, "interesting.”
“Thanks,” Atsumu isn't sure if that's a complement or a diss.
“Although you should be staying stimulated by learning,” Sakusa gives him a look, almost teasing in nature, as his eyes crinkle up, “in class.”
It seems like a joke, so Atsumu can't help but laugh, “but sims is more fun.”
“Doesn’t look like you're having any fun,” Sakusa amuses him, he's leaning closer to the screen, looking at the laptop in scrutiny almost like he's trying to detect what Atsumu is really doing.
It’s been half the class already so Atsumu figures he’ll save his project and complete it after, the fan on his laptop is starting to act up so he decides to switch. Plus, Sakusa’s curious eye has him worried about his lie. Maybe Sakusa plays sims? Nah, he doubts it.
As he turns on the second laptop, packing his gamer one away, he hears some commotion in class. Something about grades for the first quiz people taken in another general course mostly everyone is taking.
By the time he logs on and halfway on the way to ebay, Sakusa leans in, “That quiz was actually hard,” there's a sign escaping him, shit, Sakusa doesn't seem like the one to engage in small talk so he’s probably actually bummed. “What did you get?”
“Uh,” he tries to remember the login to his brother’s course shell, “lemme check.”
“I got a ¾,” he acts like he’s disappointed immensely, sure, Atsumu gets it but he can't help but roll his eyes. Half the time he just hopes he's above academic probation.
“That’s very good,” Atsumu doesn't even lie as his course shell loads up. And yeah, his brother's grade was also uploaded. Atsumu honestly doesn't doubt Osamu got an excellent grade, and the perfect score is proof enough. “I did well,” and Atsumu isn't gonna brag, it isn't his grade after all.
Sakusa is sneaky, because his eyes glance at the screen nondiscretely, and Atsumu watches as his eyebrows raise a little, almost in surprise but then narrow.
Atsumu can't help but want to tease the other guy, “why? want me to tutor ya?” he doesn't even know why he offers, if he isn't even in this program but it comes out more of a joke anyways.
“Maybe you can teach me how to play sims, instead,” Sakusa says so seriously that Atsumu has to laugh. He can tell it’s a joke, but the deadpan response has him cracking up.
“I’m serious,” Sakusa says in a low voice, as he watches him smile with his eyes, “you seem really good.”
If only Sakusa knew the half of it, and that his architecture program has him struggling multiple hours in the day.
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Atsumu is scared to bring his gaming laptop to class this time, so he settles for his simple laptop and notebook. He has some designs he needs to manually sketch out.
He’s expecting Sakusa to sit next to him today and he’s really unsure why that makes his heart jump outta his chest. But Sakusa is already sitting down by the time he makes it into class, he’s got a water bottle next to him today for a change.
“Hey,” he’s plopping himself down next to the man, “ready to learn?”
“Sure,” the short reply but Atsumu can tell he’s not purposely being an ass, “unlike some people.”
“Eh now! Ya know I’m a top student," it’s not necessarily true, but Osamu is a top student.
Sakusa grabs the water bottle and pushes down his mask, so his face is exposed. For the first time, Atsumu can see the man’s whole face, and fuck– he is not mask fishing. Sakusa is gorgeous.
Atsumu knows he likes men, but sometimes it hits him that he really likes men. Suddenly the thoughts are hitting him all at once. Is Sakusa taller than him? Would he tower over Atsumu, who's already a tall guy? How would it feel like holding his hand?
“--are you okay?” Oh shit, maybe he was stuck in his head a little too much.
“Uh yeah,” he needs to focus. Osamu has a boyfriend and here he is making heart eyes at his classmate. It’s almost criminal how he feels such an attraction to the other man.
As class starts up, he opens up his laptop and takes out his sketchpad, to which Sakusa side-eyes. Class is boring, like usual, the professor just goes on and on but Sakusa somehow seems engaged.
Atsumu is halfway through drawing his building, as he watches Sakusa’s eye on him, yet again. Maybe he is distracting Sakusa a bit, but he rips out a sheet of paper and jolts a quick note, pushing it over to him.
Pay attention
It’s simple and effective. Sakusa eyes the sheet of paper, before he scribbles something back.
Can you draw me?
Which huh, kinda stumps Atsumu. Just because he’s in architecture doesn't mean he can draw people, that's kinda a jump and an assumption. Which would be correct, cause he can draw people. But on top of that, Sakusa is willingly distracting himself.
So instead of doing schoolwork, Atsumu doodles Sakusa for the rest of the period. It gives him an excuse to look at Sakusa, even though he has a mask on he focuses on his eyes and hair and the tips of the cheekbones. He’s kinda hiding the paper behind his hand and Sakusa himself isn't snooping himself.
It’s break time, the class starts to disperse and Atsumu turns to Sakusa, "I've completed ma masterpiece,” he wiggles his brows.
Sakusa seems intrigued, if he can guess from his eyes, as Atsumu turns the paper over and Sakusa’s eyes widen. It’s a nice drawing. Atsumu is almost embarrassed by the amount of effort he put into it.
“It’s really good,” Sakusa is almost lost for words.
“Yeah?” he’s digging for compliments at this point, maybe, because he looks at the sheet, “it turned out really pretty,” like you , he almost says.
Sakusa coughs, maybe he’s embarrassed, “can I keep it?”
“All yer’s, Omi Omi,” which Sakusa’s eyes narrow, almost like he’s puzzled on how Atsumu remembered his first name and made a nickname outta it. Sue him, Atsumu looked through the class list.
“Don’t call me that,” but he’s snatching the paper ever so delicately.
Class is moving slowly and Atsumu’s stomach growls, he swears Sakusa laughs behind his mask. Once the clock strikes the end of class, Sakusa turns over, “wanna grab some food?”
“Oh hell yeah!” he’s scattering all his shit into his bag. He slides his phone into his pocket, as they go to stand up. Atsumu ends up getting his answer he had at the beginning of term, Sakusa is taller then him and a bit broader– perfect height to kiss though.
He’s maybe stumbling for a second cause Atsumu is a big guy himself, and he’s tall as hell too, so having someone tower a bit over him has him flustered. “Where do ya, er, wanna go?”
“What kind of food do you like?” It’s a simple question, but before Atsumu can respond Sakusa adds, “I know this good place, if you're not particular?”
“I'm like, so not particular, anythin’ goes!” and Atsumu swears he feels the heat off Sakusa’s shoulders against his own.
Thankfully, they don't do any small talk about their major or business, cause Atsumu would absolutely hate that, he’s already half out the door pretending to be Osamu and he swears he’ll trip up.
Sakusa is walking closer to him then he expects, as they're moments away from their shoulders bumping. Atsumu is about to crack a joke before Sakusa actually does first.
“So it doesn't take much to impress you?” Atsumu is almost confused before Sakusa does brush shoulders against him, bumping shoulders with him like he’s joking.
The small gesture makes him smile, because Astumu has noticed that Sakusa usually strays away from touching almost anything and anyone.
“I'm sure whateva place ya chose is Michelin star quality,” Atsumu teases back, bumping back his own shoulder.
The restaurant is nice, it's more than nice, as they sit back and take a booth. It’s a very cute location, Astumu is almost worried it’ll give competition to his brother’s restaurant. “You don't like spicy food, right?”
“Yeah,” the nod in approval, as Atsumu goes to fill up their cup of water from the jug provided. He pours Sakusa’s class first, as the other man thanks him.
“So we’re alike,” Sakusa pokes fun at him, but there's almost a flirtatious undertone. “I can uh, order for us? If you're okay with sharing?”
He is so okay with sharing, Sakusa removes his mask and Atsumu almost has to stop himself from staring at his face. Sakusa is gorgeous.
Maybe he should tell him about the fact that he’s not really Osamu, and he’s been just pretending. But it really doesn't make that much of a difference.
He feels Sakusa hit him underneath the table, almost like the other man is trying to play footsie with him. Atsumu kicks back.
They order and it’s a bit chilly in the restaurant, Atsumu feels a breeze go past him. Maybe it's because he's underdressed, or maybe the heating isn't that good here, but he shivers.
“I have a sweater,” Sakusa has one tossed to the side, he was wearing the hoodie earlier in class but took it off, “if you want it?”
Like, like, of course he wants to wear the hot guy's sweater. He feels a bit silly, and a bit dumb, but whatever, “ye, sure!”
It’s a nice colour, and as Atsumu pulls it over his head, it's a bit loose but also has a cologne smell– it’s nice. God, Atsumu feels like a young teenager. “Thanks,” he says as the sleeves of the sweater feel longer than his own arms. It’s a nice feeling, soft and oversized– he feels comfortable.
The food arrives alongside two plates, Atsumu is a fan of going out and eating, admittedly because his brother owns a restaurant but with the choices he's not even sure where to start.
“You should try this,” Sakusa is already holding chopsticks and plates some eggplant onto Atsumu’s plate, "trust me.”
“I’ll trust ya,” it’s cute, really cute, and Atsumu can’t help but eye Sakusa’s hair and admire the curls of his hair swaying onto his forehead.
Maybe Atsumu stared at him a bit too long, cause Atsumu watches as Sakusa’s cheeks redden, “stop staring,” he’s popping more food onto his plate, “and start eating.”
“I can't help it,” he’s not even sure what that exactly means, and how Sakusa takes the words. He truly can't help staring at the other man.
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Last week Atsumu did not attend class, Osamu had an in-class test, for once, so Atsumu had a long weekend, for once.
But for some reason he actually missed being in class and following around with Omi Omi, he’s almost excited walking into class to see the man. The week before the exam was so nice, it almost felt like a date.
He spots Sakusa and slots next to him, ready to tease, but the other boy just eyes him rather than greeting him. He’s staring at him heavily, “Were you sick last week?” Sakusa says as opposed to a greeting.
“Uh, no..” he didn't recall Osamu being sick when he went to take the test last week. “Why?”
“You were just quieter than usual,” it seems like that wasn't everything on Sakusa’s mind. It seems like that wasn't even what Sakusa meant to say, but Atsumu doesn't even know what to respond, before Sakusa adds, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend.”
“I uh- don’t-” and then he remembered he’s not Atsumu, he’s Osamu, “Oh, I mean, yeah, Suna,” he kinda finishes awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. Shit.
Osamu must've taken the exam and Suna was with him, either dropping him off or picking him up. Fuck, theres a sinking feeling in his chest.
Sakusa is not amused, his posture almost turns more rigid, “How long have you guys been dating?”
Now he can't lie, and he thinks it’s been around five years, “5 years now, I think?”
“You think..?” God, now he just sounds like an asshole. How could he forget his “own boyfriend"?
“I mean, once you're together for so long, everything just starts blending together,” he tries to joke. Fuck. He can't really be trying to pull a guy while impersonating his brother. This fucking sucks.
“Must be nice,” Sakusa says, but it feels ingenuine, like it’s not nice that he has a boyfriend. There’s an awkward situation between them, Atsumu is trying everything to break the tension, but Sakusa responds yet again, “You don't usually wear glasses?”
“I dont–” oh fuck, here he is slipping up again, “I mean I usually don’t, yeah.” Fucking Omi Omi having him flustered like this!
Sakusa looks at him strangely but doesn't say anything else. Phew. It’s a bitter sweet feeling, that he can't hit on Sakusa since he’s pretending to be his brother. It feels limiting to a degree he hasn't felt before. Whatever. He’d survive.
Now that Sakusa knows that “Atsumu” (Osamu) has a boyfriend, the vibe has kinda changed. The class is kinda awkward but by the time it’s running to its conclusion, it might've been something Atsumu imagined himself. Maybe. Or maybe he blew his whole chance.
Sakusa keeps looking at him, Atsumu can tell, so when class ends he starts talking before Sakusa can run away, “Lets get food,” he doesn't place it as a question.
He has to have this sorted out, he really can’t fuck this up. Sakusa is a catch and Atsumu would not forgive himself.
“I don't know if that's a good idea–” and now, what? Is Sakusa worried about his "boyfriend Suna” or that Atsumu’s a cheater. Fuck. Maybe Astumu sensed right that their last dinner was a bit like a date.
“It’s just food,” he settles as Sakusa eyes him and reluctantly agrees. It's not like they were ever explicitly flirting, or whatever, it's all been platonic.
Osamu’s restaurant is genuinely close by, so it's a quiet little walk away. It’s awkward and he sure hopes Osamu isn't on break. What would be the chances?
“This is.. Nice,” and Atsumu can tell it’s a genuine comment. Because it's a nice restaurant it's a perfect location with a great aesthetic, he knows cause he helped Osamu with the design and all the endless construction projects. It's truly a start up.
“I know the owner,” is his simple response, as they wait to get seated. It almost takes 30 seconds before he can sense his brother is coming closer, like the loser he is, always watching the doors. Thank goodness.
“Atsumu! Hey!” and his brother is coming closer and swinging his arm across his neck, "aren't ya supposed to be in class?”
“Ha ha, hilarious,” and side by side Atsumu knows that he and Osamu look identical. Especially now without their dyed hair.
Osamu seems to be in a good mood, because he's joking around, and the restaurant is full so they probably made a lot of money. Osamu turns to Sakura, maybe his brother knows him too well, cause he can instantly tell Sakusa is exactly Atsumu’s type.
Atsumu is almost scared to look at Sakusa.
"He's a great guy,” he laughs, trying to hype Atsumu up, “always doing the dumbest favors for me,” There’s really no need for Osamu to be a hype man, but fuck, he’d allow it. He needs all the favors he can get right now. "It's on the house tonight,”
“Osamu–” Oh lord, the least he can do is pay. But Osamu has already walked off.
“Uh,” and Sakusa is silenced, but they both follow the hostess into a booth and sit down. There’s an awkward moment of silence before– "you're brothers?”
“Twins.”
“I see,” Sakusa says, like he actually doesn't fully see and understand. Atsumu can tell he's trying to catch a glimpse of Osamu in the background and his eyes are running back and forth. He’s probably confused on why in the world he’s pretending to be his brother.
They sit down. The waitress brings them water, and Atsumu is quick to fill up both their glasses as Sakusa watches.
He’s about to explain, say that Osamu’s the one actually enrolled in the course, and Atsumu is just a substitute for attendance before Sakusa takes off his mask, neatly folding it up and placing it in his jacket pocket–
“--so is he the one with the boyfriend,” he eyes him, almost teasingly now, “or you?”
“Oh,” Atsumu almost second guesses the bluntness, but then Sakusa hits his foot under the table and locks their feet together, “Him. Definitely him,” he’s choking on his own spit, before he realized he needs to get his own game up, "hopefully I’ll have ma own soon though.”
“Yeah, sure, hopefully," and for someone that has such a stoic personality, Sakusa is rather expressive in his own ways. They both laugh, but the tension drops.
So Atsumu wasn't imagining the vibe shift, Sakusa does like him, “Why, Omi Omi? You interested?” he jokes back but Sakusa is oddly serious for a second.
“I was gonna kill you,” he mutters, “having a boyfriend of five years but flirting with someone you met a month ago is insane.”
“Hey now!” Now that he knows they're both on the same page, they can laugh, "can't stop yer boyfriend from meeting yer soulmate.”
“You’re an idiot,” he sighs, but affectionately, “you better not be saying that in five years.”
Atsumu orders off the menu, some trays to share, they're both not in the mood to look though the menu and Atsumu is a regular so–
“So you're Atsumu?”
“Yes,” he's honestly buzzed off by the fact that this is working out in his favour. That the cutest and hottest guy he's seen is actually listening to this madness out and didn't get pissed at him, “but call me Osamu in class.”