Comfort Food

Winter 冬 | Rice ご飯

Onigiri Miya.

This must be Miya's family shop, you think to yourself. The shop was still under construction and a paper was taped to the window scrawled with the words "coming soon." You admire the row of traditional storefronts, the surrounding businesses were definitely owned by older generations. From what you gathered about Miya, he loved to be flashy. If it were up to him, he'd relocate Onigiri Miya to a bustling and modern shopping center. Probably next to a popular American chain like Starbucks, but not next to something tacky like a McDonald's.

Perhaps his brother had different values.

Through the glass window, the sight of two men yanking each other by the hair and thrashing against the tables, interrupts your assessment.

"B-Bokuto!" You sputter, pointing at the brawl inside the store.

"Huh?" He lazily turns around after waving the cab driver goodbye, but doesn't react the way you expect. Instead of being surprised, he thrusts his chest out and lets out a hearty laugh, "That's the Miya twins for you."

You perk at the word twins. This was a surprise to you since Miya only mentioned a brother, not specifically a twin. Bokuto holds the door for you, ignoring the closed sign hanging on the front. The twins' yelling, once muffled by closed doors, were now clear as a bell.

"Samu ya dimwit!" Roars the Miya you know, his accent more prominent than usual. He topples on top of the employee wearing a cap.

"Admit it, Tsumu! Yer never gonna change cus yer a stupid pig!" The man's hat falls off when he wrestles his way on Atsumu, revealing ashy hair and identical face. He had the same deep lines under his eyes that only appeared on Atsumu when he gets angry.

"Hey hey hey!" Bokuto quips, "Sam-sam~ Tsum-tsum~ Can I get a grilled beef rice ball--"

"Hey hey hey ya dumbass!" chided the twins, suddenly redirecting their frustration onto the innocent. They glared at him, eyes fueled with rage from their disagreement. "The sign says closed! Can't ya read?"

Considering the Miya you know gets worked up over small details, you begin to wonder if what they were arguing about was truly worth brawling over. The Miya you know prides himself as headstrong and confident, and strives for perfection in each practice. You glance at Atsumu's brother and assume they aren't true polar opposites in personality, judging from their shared expressions.

His brother catches a glimpse of you standing behind Bokuto, no doubt using the ace like a shield. "Who are ya?"

Miya looks surprised to see you here, considering how busy you are. He gets up to apologize for the scene and properly introduces you to his brother, who rolled his eyes.

"Tsumu, if yer ass keeps buggin' me before my grand opening, Imma lock ya out in the damn cold," Osamu snorted. He had no obligation to provide friendly customer service yet.

"Ah, I'm sorry for interrupting Miya-san," you apologized. You realize your mistake when both men raise a brow. Will you have to address them as Miya-san One and Miya-san Two?

"Ya hafta-- You have to call me Atsumu, like I insisted before," He paused to regain composure and tone down his accent. In your first meeting, Atsumu rolled his eyes when you persisted in being respectful and addressed him by last name.

"Now you can call me Miya," Osamu nodded at you, his slanted mouth unrelenting. He was still annoyed by the unexpected guests. Osamu's gaze shifted to Atsumu, who rubbed his neck tiredly. Perhaps other people might feel guilt, but he didn't regret chastising Atsumu's whiny ass one bit. Atsumu had the habit of wandering into Osamu's shop to complain about a new serve that wasn't going right. Samu would admit (but not out loud) he did start the brawl first with the words, 'Yer such a dumbass. Go ahead-- Crash and burn. Ruin yer career with that weak serve. See if I care.'