Sweet

Seven

"Finally home!"

Atsumu cheered in relief the moment he stepped inside his humble home. He dramatically pushed his luggages aside and ran to his couch, plopping himself there and closing his eyes to relax for a while. He didn't notice the extra pair of shoes on his porch nor the small bag on the couch across him. He ran his hands through his messy blond locks, sighing due to tiredness. He still had some energy left to spare but his body was seeking the bed already. He should just reserve that energy for tomorrow.

He got up, planning to grab a glass of water before showering. But upon approaching the kitchen, he smelled the scent of rice being cooked and a whiff of meat. Someone must be cooking or someone used his kitchen. His eyes widened and immediately staggered to the kitchen to see who invaded his home and took the liberty to use his kitchen to cook without his permission. He was so ready to jump on that person but the moment his eyes landed on a grey haired man silently making a batch of onigiris, he stopped in his tracks.

"'Samu?! Why the fuck yer here?!" He shrieked, eyes widening as he stomped his way towards his brother who didn't even spare him a glance. He knew how he got in, he gave him a spare key, but it wasn't everyday Osamu would casually prance into his house. Seconds passed and Osamu still didn't give him any of his attention. He was focused on meticulously shaping every onigiri that his hands laid upon. Atsumu's eyes twitched in annoyance, slamming his fist on the counter. "Answer me ya shithead!" He roared, thick brows knitted in annoyance.

Silence was all he got.

Atsumu growled in aggravation, every nerve in his body was tingling in fury for he just wanted to have a good night but his brother just had to crush that idea. His blood boiled like a magma underneath the volcano, steadily getting ready to explode. He wasn't amused, no, not at all, not one bit. He'd rather come home to an empty house than be greeted by his annoying brother. He opened his mouth to yell at his twin but was interrupted by his shockingly gentle voice.

"I've talked to Y/N." Osamu let out, his voice unknowingly abstract. He didn't sound sad nor did he sound empty. It was rather indescribable. He was focused on making onigiris as if that was his outlet for the pain that was surging within him.

Atsumu's eyes widened a bit before burying his anger for now and deciding to give his twin a listening ear for a while. "Whaddya say? Did ya get back with her?" He stood straight, lifting his feet to move away from his twin a little. He put his hands on his waist, waiting for an answer, seemingly calmer than before.

"Nah." Osamu popped, a hint of pain peeking through the cracks in his demeanor.

"Hah?! Thought yer gonna get her back? Didn't ya tell me last month yer gonna win her heart back? All talk, no walk?" Atsumu rolled his eyes, dragging his feet to sit on the stool across the counter. He was genuinely confused but upon thinking back to your past reactions about Osamu, this outcome wasn't that shocking. Which reminded him, he needed to ask his brother what in the world happened that led to this point.

"Didn't work out." Osamu whispered, his voice cracking a little. Atsumu felt sympathy for his twin but he knew if he were to openly express it, Osamu wouldn't like it. This was the first time that he saw Osamu breaking like this, not to mention while making some onigiris. So he stood up, grabbed one of the onigiris that Osamu finished and took a bite from it. He looked away and gently tapped his brother's back, as a sign of comfort.

"I fucked up so bad." Osamu uttered, voice fuller this time. But when Atsumu decided to spare his twin a glance, he immediately looked away when he saw some tears on the counter. But with that, Atsumu got the gist of the reason behind your distaste towards Osamu. With a sigh, he patted his brother's head and took a step to leave the kitchen to give him some space.