Atsumu's P.O.V
It had been three weeks and a couple missed calls from Osamu since he had witnessed his brother relapse again. Atsumu didn't want to see him. He was hoping that, after moving back to their home country, things would go back to normal. At the same time he was fully aware that ignoring Osamu wouldn't make the problem disappear; they were brothers after all.
"To your left. Don't blow the hatch yet." Tanaka's voice echoed through his headphones as they both played a multiplayer video game, Atsumu making a point of doing exactly what Tanaka told him not to do. Tanaka swore profanities at him for blowing up the hatch too fast and Atsumu snickered watching the rivalling team kill Tanaka by throwing a grenade over the hatch at him.
Usually, he would've thought that was the funniest thing ever, laughing loudly in his dimly lit room as he gamed on his pc. But, instead, he was thinking about that green haired boy, which made him unresponsive to the rivalling team shooting at him in-game, killing him in the process. Game over.
More than anything else that happened that day at the park, he was mostly annoyed at the fact that he couldn't ask Yamaguchi for his number. Even though he seemed quite overly sensitive and cried over something Atsumu thought was a simple joke, he found himself wanting more of Yamaguchi. He wanted to get to know him.
Atsumu always had an attraction to the reserved type that seemed to be hiding something. Only that type usually isn't a man. Atsumu, never having had a crush on a guy before, knew fully well right now that he liked Yamaguchi, and he wasn't trying to deny this either because, in his eyes, Yamaguchi was really pretty.
"MIYA ATSUMU!" He jerked his hand up to pull his headphones away from his ears when Tanaka screamed right into the mic, making his ears ring. "What's up with you, man?"
"Nothing. Hey, I'm gonna go off early today." It was 1:00 a.m. on the dot. Which isn't an early time. But it was early for the two of them.
"Atsumu, you think I haven't noticed that you've been acting weird for a while now? Look, I know neither of us like that soppy friends-are-there-for-each-other-uwu bullshit but if you're in trouble you can tell me you know. I can help. I've always bailed you out of it haven't I?" Atsumu couldn't help but crack a smile at how Tanaka worded everything. He had so much he wanted to tell his best friend. He wanted Tanaka's advice on what to do with Osamu. But, what's the point? His twin brother was starting to become a lost cause. Whereas for Yamaguchi...
"I would tell you, but..." Atsumu started, trailing off in hesitation.
"but?" An impatient Tanaka echoed back.
But you don't like gays. Atsumu chose to not say it out loud. He had witnessed countless of Tanaka's homophobic remarks in the past so he had an idea of how Tanaka would react if he did tell him that he had the hots for a green haired boy that lives with Osamu.
"I'll tell you some other time." Before Tanaka could protest, he heard the door bell ring. At this time? "Call you later." He used this as an excuse to cut the discord call. Closing his laptop, he made a point of grabbing a broom leaning on his bathroom door just in case he needed a weapon to fight some stranger off.
Atsumu skilfully navigated his way to the front door of his dark apartment and looked through the door hole, gripping firmly on the broom with his left hand. The hallway lights outside were dimmed down at this time hence he could only make out the silhouette of a person in front of his door. He clenched his jaw trying to contain his anger when he realised who the figure was.
"I knoow you're there, Tsumuuu." His brother's voice vibrated through the wooden door, his words slurred and sounded pained. He's drunk. "As much as you haaate me right now, I know you're not going to let me waalk ooff while I'm like this." He hated to admit it, but Osamu was right. Deeply exhaling, he dropped the broom and opened the door to which his twin let out a drunk chuckle.
The drunk wobbled towards him and plopped his head onto Atsumu's shoulder. His nose scrunched up at the smell of puke and alcohol.
"Let's....talk when I'm ssober. Pleasee, doon't ignore mee againn." Atsumu bit the inside of his bottom lip. He could feel Osamu's body shivering. It reminded him of the first time his brother had experienced withdrawal symptoms. This was probably that event repeating itself.
He wished he didn't care. He didn't want to care so much. He didn't like feeling hurt whenever Osamu got into a mess. But, the truth was that, he wanted his brother alive and no matter how much he hated him right now, he hated seeing just how much Osamu struggled with addiction even more. That meant that he had no choice but to talk just so that maybe one day Osamu can live a normal life again. One day, his brother could be able to go back to how he used to be. Happy. One day.
"Okay."
