I actually got inspired by reading Instagram arguments
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I feel like I should say this to young viewers and whatnot,but this has mentions of drugs?And stuff children should not be seeing at all.Please be safe if your planning to do it ( Or be with someone you trust in the process) because people literally die doing that.💆
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It hurt Atsumu more than he had known.
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Sports,School,even normal teenager things,they were compared,somehow.
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And Osamu was always been better.
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"God," Atsumu said,scrolling through the messages of his parents telling him to come home.
"I told them I was going on a jog,did they listen?"
Atsumu knew the answer to that very well.They probably weren't,gushing over Osamu's grades is more important that him,apparently.
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He didn't want to go home just yet.
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Until he saw someone coming towards him?.
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With gray hair.
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Shit.
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Ringing on ever door in the neighborhood he was in,no one answered. Its 5am,what was Atsumu thinking?
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The last house. Atsumu looked up to see a house with a slight red shade.
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Taking a step back,he ringed the doorbell.
The door revealed a guy with sleepy eyes and messy black hair,which looked like he just got out of bed.
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"Is it my mail?"
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Atsumu looked behind him,Osamu was getting closer with every minute.
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"Can you um-" He cleared his throat.
"Can you let me in for 5 minutes?"
The taller male tilted his head in amusement.
"Why on earth would I do that?"
"Because I really need it,I'm not a kidnapper,Swear my heart cross to die."
The guy shrugged.
"Kidnapping my ass."
The door shut in Atsumu's face.Sighing,he knocked on the door with all of his will power.
"Please,leave me alone."
"Ill owe you one!" Atsumu was practically on his knees.
He stood there for a second before dragging the blonde into the house,shutting the door,and looking Atsumu dead in the eye.
