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Atsumu could never quite understand — or stop being jealous — of how, despite there being two Miya brothers, equally handsome and talented, all the attention always went to Osamu.
Love letters? For Osamu.
Valentine’s gifts? For Osamu.
Phone number requests? Osamu again.
Even a modeling company once scouted Osamu, not him.
And when the twins went out together, walking past lively bars and bright shopfronts, the waitresses only ever gathered around Osamu.
Atsumu let out a desperate groan, one hand covering his face to hide the pain of his tragically unlucky love life.
He was gorgeous, he told himself — and his body? Perfect. So why was he losing to his own brother?
What on earth was the problem?
Sure, he could be a bit of a handful, but not that unlikeable, right?
The school bell rang, signaling the end of English class, and Atsumu stretched with a tired yawn — ready to nap right on his desk after another sleepless night binge-reading romance novels.
When his friend Gin went to the cafeteria alone (since Atsumu refused to go), the sound of the door sliding open suddenly cut through the lazy air of Class A-2.
“Could you not slam the door next time...?” Atsumu muttered, half-asleep, turning toward the door —
Oh.
Oh my god.
Suna Rintarou. The cold-hearted class star, and the student council’s disciplinary officer.
He was standing right there, staring straight at Atsumu before glancing around the classroom, looking like he was searching for someone.
Atsumu’s heart skipped a beat when Suna’s eyes landed on him — because ever since they started playing volleyball together, Suna Rintarou had been Atsumu’s crush.
From his looks to his personality, Suna was everything Atsumu found irresistible — the kind of guy that made him want to shout I love Suna Rintarou to the world.
Atsumu wasn’t picky about gender, and Suna just happened to fit his dream type perfectly: city boy, taller than him, black hair, sharp eyes, and a cool, detached way of speaking that could cut through any conversation.
He was like one of those mysterious, brooding male leads in the romance novels Atsumu’s mom loved — unreadable and addictive.
But when Suna’s gaze moved away, Atsumu’s heart sank.
Was he... looking for Osamu again?
Why was it always Osamu?
Osamu and Suna were in the same class, and they got along well — too well. Even though Atsumu joked and hung out with Suna often, he knew their closeness could never match that.
“Has anyone seen Osamu?” Suna asked quietly, the clipboard of student infractions still balanced on his shoulder.
Atsumu sighed miserably, pressing his forehead to the desk.
Guess I lose to Samu again...
Some classmates replied absently, telling Suna something about Osamu, but Atsumu couldn’t even bring himself to listen.
After a moment, the talking stopped, and the classroom door closed softly behind Suna.
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Rooftop — 10 minutes later.
“Atsumu looked kinda gloomy today. Think something’s wrong?”
Osamu, who was currently stuffing his face with three whole cream buns, glanced over at his best friend — who also happened to be obsessed with his brother — while poking at his yakisoba with a chopstick.
“You’re worried about him?” Osamu asked between bites, reaching for a milk box. “Don’t be. He’s just being his usual dramatic self.”
Suna stayed quiet for a bit, watching the sky. Then he leaned his chin on his knee and asked, “You get more love letters this week?”
Osamu blinked, trying to recall. “Yeah. Some upperclass girls said they wanna ‘get to know me.’ They even gave me movie tickets.”
“Charming, aren’t you…” Suna whistled, deadpan. “Did they mention Atsumu?”
Osamu gave him a sly look — the kind that screamed you’re so obvious — and Suna, realizing it, only smiled faintly, waiting for the answer.
“Of course they did. Tons of them.” Osamu nodded, sipping his milk. “They didn’t say it outright, but most of them hoped Atsumu would come along.”
Suna closed his eyes, murmuring softly, “So… you turned them down, right?”
Osamu pretended to think, tapping his chin. “Well, based on that ramen you treated me to yesterday…”
“Obviously I did!”
“Good.” Suna smiled triumphantly, silently thanking heaven that his best friend was such a glutton.
Osamu looked up at the sky, muttering thoughtfully, “Sometimes I really don’t get people. Atsumu’s just as attractive as I am, but they all get too scared to approach him.”
He scratched his head, embarrassed by his own words. “Not that I’m saying he’s handsome or anything — I just don’t get it.”
Suna’s reply was simple.
“It’s that princely attitude of his.”
“Huh?” Osamu blinked.
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It wasn’t that fate was unfair to Miya Atsumu.
In fact, he was extremely adored — just not in the way he wanted.
To the girls, the Miya twins were the definition of athletic heartthrobs — especially Atsumu.
Sure, he had a sharp tongue, but it was impossible to hate him. When he cared about someone, he did it so earnestly that their heart fluttered.
To the guys, Atsumu was a cocky, golden boy — loud, confident, and annoyingly charismatic. He was the kind of guy who could make you laugh, get you hyped, or say something so cool you’d start questioning your own orientation.
He could be a jerk, sure — but the moment he showed a bit of kindness, people melted.
Everyone admired Atsumu. They just didn’t approach him.
Because to them, he was too dazzling — someone to look up to, not someone to stand beside.
A few brave souls had tried confessing, but they always backed out at the last minute, realizing they admired him more than they loved him.
As for Suna — the ever-calm, unbothered, too-cool-to-care Suna — his feelings toward Atsumu were something else entirely.
Osamu liked to joke that Suna was head over heels for his brother.
The guy would act cold and uninterested whenever Atsumu was around, but behind his back? He’d bribe Osamu with snacks just so Osamu could reject girls on Atsumu’s behalf.
Pathetic. And hilarious.
Meanwhile, back in Class A-2, Atsumu was napping peacefully, completely unaware of the rooftop gossip session above him.
“By the way,” Osamu said casually, “I heard you stopped by Tsumu’s class this morning during break? Said you were looking for me—”
“Yeah,” Suna replied shortly, hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked ahead. “I was looking for you. Obviously.”
Osamu grinned, catching up. “Right after class ended, huh? Even I couldn’t have run there that fast. You sure it wasn’t because you wanted to see my brother, Mr. ‘Looking for me’?”
“Shut up,” Suna muttered, pulling his collar higher to hide the faint blush creeping up his neck.
“Come on. Just admit it. You wanted to see him. You’re terrible at hiding it — anyone with half a brain could tell you weren’t there for me.” Osamu chuckled, hands behind his head as he walked in step with his flustered friend.
Suna stayed quiet, looking down.
When they reached the door of Class A-1, he finally turned back to say,
“I just… missed him today. I didn’t get to see Atsumu for three days when I was sick.”
Osamu froze in place, watching his friend slip quietly into the classroom before the teacher noticed.
“How can he be that gone for my stupid brother?” Osamu muttered to himself, shaking his head. “People are so weird…"