[gonna need some editing trololol]
Sequel to Unexpected
Post-timeskip!Haikyuu
kin · tsu · gi
A method of fixing but also a philosophy that breakage and repair are part of the beauty and history of an object; to be appreciated rather than disguised
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Two pairs of eyes scrunched up at the Miya twins. Osamu and Atsumu stared back down in surprise at the little twins.
"Satoshi, Hacchin," Izumi gently called out and gestured to the older men, "this is your Uncle Atsumu and Uncle Osamu."
The little twins said nothing and continued to furrow their eyebrows at the Miya twins.
"These are Michi-chan's kids?" Atsumu raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Izumi sighed as she looked at her best friend that had been resting peacefully on the hospital bed.
They were all trying to figure out who the father was. Of course, their first thought went to Sakusa, but considering when and where Michiko had the boys, it kind of threw them off.
"I'll leave you two with them, I have to go to work," Izumi announced.
Izumi turned to Satoshi and Hacchin, "I have to go now, will you two be ok with your uncles?"
They shrugged in response. Izumi sighed and said her goodbyes leaving the little twins with the Miya twins. Osamu bent down so that he could be at Satoshi and Hacchin's level.
Satoshi was the first to speak, "Why you wear a hat?"
"It's because I own a restaurant," Osamu smiled.
"You make food?" Hacchin shyly asked.
Osamu nodded with a grin as he noticed the hopeful gleam that glistened in the two little boys' eyes.
"What kind?" Satoshi questioned.
"Well, I make Onigiri, in fact, the name of my restaurant is Onigiri Miya," the black-haired twin answered.
"What's 'Miya' mean?" Hacchin scrunched his eyebrows together.
"It's mine and 'Tsumu's last name," Osamu chuckled whilst pointing behind him at Atsumu.
Satoshi and Hacchin just stared making Osamu sweatdrop. They moved their gaze to the blond setter that stood behind the man in front of them.
"You make food too?" Satoshi tilted his head.
"Ah, no," Atsumu smiled, "I play volleyball."
Satoshi and Hacchin's eyes widened.
"You play ball-ball?" Their eyes now sparkled.
Atsumu's smile widened into a toothy grin, "Yep."
"Which one are you?" Satoshi asked.
"You play like Sho Sho?" Hacchin asked in awe.
"I'm a setter," Atsumu answered Satoshi.
Atsumu turned to Hacchin and raised an eyebrow, "Who's 'Sho Sho'?"
"Sho Sho makes the ball go whoosh!" Hacchin excitedly exclaimed.
"And he makes the ball go bam!" Satoshi added.
Both Atsumu and Osamu became surprised at the sudden burst of excitement the little twins had as they recalled the memories of one of their favorite persons.
"Sho Sho hits the ball," Hacchin continued.
"Yeah, you can set for him," Satoshi nodded.
"We met him in Brazil!" Hacchin gushed.
"He's Mama's friend," Satoshi grinned.
"What does Sho Sho look like?" Osamu asked.
Satoshi and Hacchin paused and placed a hand on their chins.
"Sho Sho has orange hair!" They cheered.
"Sho Sho, as in..." Atsumu trailed.
The setter slightly furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to think of why the name sounded familiar.
"As in Shoyo-kun?" Atsumu raised an eyebrow.
The little twins' eyes lit up.
"That's his real name!"
"You know Sho Sho too?!"
Osamu smiled, "We both did."
Satoshi and Hacchin's faces were painted with awe. But soon the little twins immediately sized up the Miya twins, particularly Atsumu. Scowls replaced their once sweet and amazed expressions as they crossed their arms.
"But Sho Sho will always be better," Satoshi said matter-of-factly.
"Wai- HAH?! YA NEVER SEEN ME PLAY BEFORE!" Atsumu exclaimed.
Hacchin looked at him up and down, "Sho Sho is the best."
The little boys gave an unimpressed look. They weren't having any of it. Sho Sho would always be the best for them.
"Sho Sho's shorter and can jump bigger than you," Satoshi pointed up at Atsumu.
"Yeah! And, and, and, he's faster than you!" Hacchin added.
"'Tsumu just give it up," Osamu snickered.
"HAH?! WHOSE SIDE ARE YA ON?!"
Osamu turned to Satoshi and Hacchin, "Anyone is better than yer Uncle 'Tsumu."
The boys just stared at Osamu with big eyes and nodded.
"Mama said Uncle 'Tsumu was a weirdo," the boys said.
Atsumu sulked.
"She's right," Osamu smirked.
The three ignored Atsumu.
"So, uh, where's yer dad?" Osamu asked.
Satoshi and Hacchin shrugged.
Atsumu stopped sulking as he suddenly became interested, "Do ya know what he looks like?"
The little twins nodded their curls slightly bouncing and swaying.
"Could ya tell us who he is then?" Osamu pressed.
"No."
Osamu and Atsumu's eyes slightly widened in surprise.
"Why not?" Atsumu raised an eyebrow.
"Because you don't use hand sani," Hacchin said as if it were obvious.
"Mama said to never trust anyone if they don't use Curell," Satoshi finished.
Osamu and Atsumu sweatdropped and simultaneously sighed, Michiko.
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(A/n: This scene gets me every time. And when the toupee landed on Dadchi LOLOL💀)
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LOL. This chapter felt so dry, I'm sorry. I promise these bonus chaps will get better. But I hope you all enjoyed this one. Peace out to you lovely cinnamon rolls ✌️😙.
