𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 / 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢

𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁

Atsumu lies at the bottom bunk, scanning his phone silently. Osamu sits at the top bunk, unwrapping another onigiri. Atsumu has earphones on, but he can still hear the plastic unfolding to give way for his twin's mouth to devour the onigiri.

'You make me feel special~'

Atsumu scoffs softly at himself. He's begun listening to Twice. Not because it's one of his favourite girl groups but just because he decided to.

Atsumu hears something muffled and he pulls out one of his earbuds. "Did you say something?" he asks his twin. "Yeah. I said I told you that that Omi guy was a jerk," Osamu replies, taking a bite of his onigiri.

"What made you suddenly bring him up?" Atsumu asks. Just the sound of the nickname Atsumu had made for him made Atsumu's heart shatter a little more.

"He's the reason why you're like this," Osamu answers. "Like I'm what?" Atsumu asks.

"Don't play dumb, Tsumu. He's the reason why you're not smiling. He's the reason why you're not doing very well during practice. He's the reason why you don't talk much. He's the reason why you don't eat," Osamu says, shaking his head.

"I eat-" "Coach said that you lost 8 pounds in one week. Flipping 8 pounds, Tsumu," Osamu cuts off.

Atsumu bites his lip. He can feel tears ready to spill. "I just... can't, Osamu," he says. "Can't what?" Osamu asks. "I can't seem to stop loving him," Atsumu replies.

He thinks of him all the time; how is he doing? Does he still draw? Is he smiling? What song is he listening to? Is he safe? Is he drinking water?

"I love him, Osamu. I really do. But then after what I saw at the cafe, I should hate him. I do. But then again, I don't," Atsumu explains, pressing his hands into his face as he exhales shakily.

"I don't blame you for that. The heart messes with the brain a lot. The brain says to hate him, but the heart says to love him. But then again, it's all on you. Are you going to follow the heart or the brain? Or are you just going to let go and move on?" Osamu asks.

Let go and move on.

How could he, when all the memories with him are still fresh in his mind?

The slow dance at the beach.

The hanging of their tag at the Love Tree.

The way they slept next to one another throughout the Training Camp.

The late night video calls.

The late night texts.

The way they listened and discussed about their favourite OSTs.

The way they understood each other.

The way Atsumu felt so safe in his arms.

The way he smiled at Atsumu when Atsumu clearly knew that he rarely smiled at people.

The way he had said that he was beautiful.

The way he touched his heart.

The way his eyes would light up at every familiar song he came across.

The way he made Atsumu feel special.

The way he loved Atsumu.

Could Atsumu even call it love?

Maybe.

Or was it just caring? He cared for Atsumu?

Atsumu looks at his phone and feels a single tear roll doen his cheek.

The wallpaper on his phone was him. It was the picture Atsumu had taken of him at their cafe meeting when he had first seen his smile.

He had touched his heart only to break it.

Let go.

And move on.

But can he really let go?

。・゜・(ノД')・゜・。
A/n:
Let go and move on~~

How does one end off a chapter well :,)