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“Absolutely not. We’re not buying that,” Osamu muttered, eyeing the double chocolate cake Atsumu had picked out with utter disgust.
The audacity.
“Dude. You're holding candy. Lemon flavored candy.” Atsumu shuddered. “How do we share the same DNA?”
Anyone who enjoyed fruity snacks over chocolate needed to stay far away from him. Preferably back in hell where they belonged.
Osamu simply shrugged. “Don’t insult my taste in food. You eat the same stuff you liked when we were five.”
Their bickering carried on all the way to the cash register. Atsumu frantically dug through his pockets for his wallet while Osamu unloaded their cart with exaggerated precision. The cashier barely blinked at their ongoing debate, and after a chaotic moment of scanning and paying, they managed to escape before the old lady behind them could deliver the glare she’d been perfecting for the last three minutes.
Mercifully, they didn’t argue about who would carry the bags this time. They left the store without incident, surrendering to the scorching summer heat that had Atsumu agreeing to iced coffee the moment Osamu suggested it.
At their favorite coffee shop, the line stretched longer than usual. Atsumu groaned dramatically, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Osamu.
“There’s no way I’m getting near all those sweaty people,” Atsumu declared.
“Suit yourself. Wait here and melt to death for all I care,” Osamu shot back before nobly sacrificing himself to the crowd.
Atsumu grinned in triumph, plopping onto a bench shaded by a sparse tree. He scrolled through the team’s group chat to kill time, sending a few unhinged selfies for good measure. Eventually, he gave up on occupying himself and resorted to daydreaming about his iced coffee.
His reverie lasted about thirty seconds before he noticed someone approaching. Much to his disappointment, it wasn’t Osamu with their drinks. Instead, it was a suspicious-looking guy, a few years older than him, with a smug expression plastered across his face.
Atsumu narrowed his eyes, tilting his head back to look up at the guy. “Uh, can I help you?”
The stranger’s lips curled into a punch-worthy smirk, radiating arrogance so palpable it made Atsumu’s skin crawl. He immediately wanted to kick his stupid face into next week. No, it wasn’t an overstatement.
“Hey there, pretty boy,” the guy drawled.
Great.
If there were an award for World’s Cockiest Bastard, this guy would win, hands down. And coming from Atsumu, that was saying something.
“I’ve been checking you out, and you seem right up my alley. You down for some fun?”
“Nah. Bold assholes aren’t really my type,” Atsumu shot back, standing up and lazily crossing his arms. He blamed his good looks for attracting this nonsense.
“Why don’t you go charm some other high schooler, huh? I’m sure they’d love that... unique hairstyle you’ve got going on.” Atsumu cringed internally, realizing it was a shame he didn’t have the energy to come up with a better insult.
He could feel sweat dripping down his back, and an awful lightheadedness starting to form. Damn this heat, Atsumu thought as he pushed back the hair strands sticking to his forehead. He just wished the guy would take the hint and leave him alone already.
But the stranger’s smile didn’t budge, and Atsumu silently cursed. This guy was one of those people. Couldn’t take no for a fucking answer.
“Oh, playing hard to get? I see.” The guy paused, considering something for a moment, then stepped closer, a suggestive grin spreading across his face. “How about you give me a chance and see how much I can tame that bratty attitude—”
“Hey, Tsumu, what’s going on here? Who’s this guy?”
Atsumu didn’t need to say a word. One look at Osamu was all it took for his twin to understand exactly what the problem was. Or who, to be exact.
Osamu reached his side in no time, fingers tightening around the drinks he was holding.
“You’ve got a twin? I must say, I like the blond version better.”
Atsumu’s eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw dropping at the guy’s sheer audacity. He glanced at Osamu, who looked just as stunned, both of them processing the stranger’s inappropriate comment. But Osamu was the first to recover, his expression shifting, his glare could’ve melted steel as it locked onto the man.
“I’m sure you already have your answer,” Osamu growled, his voice low and dangerous. “He’s not interested, and that’s final. Fuck off before I mop the ground with your face.”
Osamu’s tone might have been a touch excessive, but Atsumu silently thanked him for stepping in.
The guy scoffed, briefly eyeing Osamu before turning his full attention back to Atsumu. “I know I can give you a good time, what’s there to think about?” he said, his eyes gleaming with something unsettling, clearly unfazed by Osamu’s threat.
Atsumu’s temper flared, his hands clenching at his sides. He stepped toward the stranger, his eyes blazing. “How about you fuck off and go cry about your horny, ugly ass? Afraid rejection might hurt your giant ego? Pathetic.”
Judging by the guy’s reaction, Atsumu must’ve hit the mark. Good.
The guy reached out, grabbing Atsumu by the collar, pulling him forward. “You little bitch! I’m going to make you scream —”
Before he could finish his sentence, Osamu was on him, stepping between them with lightning speed. He tackled the guy to the ground with a force that had the man gasping for air.
“You son of a bitch! How dare you touch him!” Osamu growled, landing punch after punch in the guy’s face. The sickening crack that followed snapped Atsumu out of his shock.
Fuck.
“Samu, stop! He’s not worth it!” Atsumu shouted, rushing to pull Osamu off the guy. “People are watching, stop it, you dumbass!”
No wonder they were always the center of attention.
*
“You didn’t have to go that far, I could’ve just kicked him in the balls. You even dropped our drinks!”
Osamu shrugged before unwrapping an obnoxiously blue lollipop.
“I bought you a new one.”
Of course, Osamu thought Atsumu was worried about the coffee, not the fact that he’d just beaten the hell out of some guy for him.
“Not the point,” Atsumu sighed, kicking a small rock down the street. “You could’ve gotten hurt.”
His twin’s jaw clenched at his words. “You think I care about that? That bastard was batshit crazy. I saw fucking red when he grabbed you.”
Atsumu felt an indescribable warmth spreading through his chest at those words. He’d always known Osamu had his back, but hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real.
“You’re lucky he didn’t manage to land a hit on you. Explaining a black eye to the team would’ve been a pain in the ass.”
Osamu rolled his eyes, smirking as he popped the lollipop into his mouth. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t chase me around with an ice pack if that happened. You worry too much for your own good.”
A grin tugged at the corner of Atsumu’s mouth. He didn’t even try to hide it. He’d let Osamu win this one.
*
Atsumu
hey suna, quick question
Suna
what could you possibly want at 2am
Atsumu
remember the third-year who used to spread rumors about me?
Suna
yeah, he was a huge dick
Atsumu
how come he started minding his own business all of a sudden?
Suna
ah
you’re not supposed to know about this, but osamu came up with the most creative shit to get him to shut up
I believe it was “I’ll smoke weed through your crushed windpipe if you keep spreading this bullshit”
you should’ve seen the guy’s face
Atsumu
of course he had something to do with it
...
don’t tell samu I know
Suna
only if you provide blackmail material
Atsumu
deal
Suna
it’s a pleasure doing business with you
Atsumu really loved that damn twin of his. He just needed to tell Osamu to come up with better threats next time. Preferably something that didn’t sound like it came from a bad action movie. They had a reputation to uphold, after all.