𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 | Osamu Miya x Reader

Confrontation

"Atsumu." Osamu arrives home late that evening. The door to their apartment door slamming closed. His voice rings out in a steely tone. Sharp and unwavering. "We need to talk." He calls out again into the silent apartment.

Is he not home?

His calm collected personality is out of the window after he's drowned himself in alcohol. His emotions easily ticked off at the slightest thing. Like the silence he's receiving.

His head whips towards the hallway when he hears the door to Atsumu's bedroom open. His eyes narrow on Osamu.

"Why are you making a racket so late in the night. Do you know what time it is?" Atsumu grumbles out. He glances down at his phone that reads 12:32 AM.

Osamu could care less. He storms up towards Atsumu, clutching onto his shirt with two fists.

"Explain yourself."

Atsumu flicks his brown eyes down to Osamu's clutch. He roughly pulls Osamu's hands away from his shirt. "What do you want me to explain?"

"Why did you kiss her?"

"And why do you care Osamu? Did you not end the relationship?" Atsumu flares his nostril.

Osamu is speechless for a moment. His throat goes dry and saliva forms in his mouth.

Atsumu scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I kissed her because I have feelings for her. I always have." Atsumu looks directly into Osamu's grey eyes. He clenches his fists, his palms trembling. "I never told you because there wasn't a point to. You and her were an item the same day I planned to confess."

Osamu's eyes widen in horror. His breath hitches when he looks at his twin. "Wait..."

"I loved her first and yet—" Atsumu squeezes his eyes shut. He throws his hands towards his face and screams into them. "And yet she chose you and you fucking broke her heart for who knows what reason!"

Osamu stands in complete shock. His eyes waver when he quietly witnesses Atsumu flick from anger to sadness.

"Now that she's back...I'm going to make sure she doesn't run away again. So stay away Osamu." Atsumu lowers his hands down from his face. A taunting glare thrown towards Osamu.

Osamu furrows his brows, recollecting his thoughts and emotions. "You can't tell me what to do 'Tsumu." He speaks in a low growl.

There's a slight nervousness felt in Atsumu's chest. He keeps his face stone cold towards Osamu. "Are you going to show up in front of her like nothings changed? That you haven't broken her heart?"

Osamu's lips parted, his eyes lost in thought. His slender fingers runs through his hair.

"Do you think she even wants to see you?" Atsumu hisses out.

Osamu's shoulders droop to Atsumu's question.

He didn't put much thought on the idea. Logically, of course she wouldn't want to see him again. Not after the way he left her alone outside his house the day things ended. Her cries and the pounding of the door is still vivid in his mind. He never left the other side of the door the moment he closed it on her.

The pain his heart went through is incomparable to hers.

He's sure of it.

He was the one who selfishly ended things so he could focus on himself. Despite how much he hates himself for the actions he's done, he wishes to see her with his own eyes. He wants to know how she is.

How much has she achieved on her own?

Did she date anyone else after their break up?

Is she doing better now?

Has she moved on?

Atsumu sighs when he looks at Osamu's expression fall the more he's in deep thought. He turns around and mutters one last sentence before returning to his bedroom. "I'm not going to be passive around Y/N anymore."

Osamu darts his eyes over to Atsumu, brows slowly knitting together.

"Now that she's back I'm going to let her know how much I care about her. Whether you like that or not." With his last word, Atsumu leaves Osamu standing frozen in the middle of the apartment.