𝟐𝟏 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 → 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘮.

19 (m/s) enough.

Enough.

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In the early morning, daylight unwraps the hues of the world, the sun rises in all her glory, animals and man bow at her gleam and flair— mortal eyes unable to fully see her beauty.

You awake, wrapped in heavy arms and shift to admire the sleeping beauty before you. His long, dark lashes draped across his cheekbone as his hair lay a mess. Peace nuzzled in his features, though words couldn't describe his beauty in his slumber.

He soon awoke, the birds chirping at the blue adorning the sky, as Tokyo began its daily bustle. A comfortable silence surrounded the car as he stretched out his long limbs around you.

"We should dress up, a've gotta go like now," he states checking the time in his phone. Nodding you get off him and you both begin dressing, and soon he'd left, offering you a kiss farewell.

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When Osamu had reached Inarizaki's shop, he headed straight for where he knew Atsumu would be. For once, Osamu needed his brother.

"Atsumu," he interrupts his brother who sat fixing up somebody's car, the latter was dressed in slacks, sports brands adorning the clothing.

"Oh, 'Samu yer' back," his twin exclaimed, standing up, patting down his clothes.

"Why are ya' calling me by full name though?" Atsumu probed, feeling something was wrong with his brother.

"I'm in love with her," he spits. "A'know, it's stupid— risky even, but I love her and, I dunno what to do."

And for the first time in a while, tears formed in the younger twins eyes. Osamu felt desperate and lost. Your impending death would be inevitable, he knew. Kita wouldn't spare you for anything. Not when money was Kita's first priority.

Taking his brother by the shoulders, he presses his forehead to the others- something they did since they were young.

"Osamu," Atsumu spoke.

"It's okay to be in love with her, a'could tell how interested ya were with her since the drag racing event. I'm on yer' side no matter what, I'll speak to Sly," he assured.

They both knew his chance of getting through to the older was slim, but hope was still strong between the two.

Osamu hummed in reply, wiping his tears.

Atsumu pulled his brother into a hug.

"Yer' good 'Samu, a' got ya," he declared.

Osamu nodded into his brother's shoulder, "Yea."

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Sweet hesitantly walked to his boss' office, striking precisely twice on the dark oak, wooden door. Worry clouded his mind on the outcome of the situation, his chances were very slim, almost impossible; he was sure Osamu knew, but this futile attempt was the only way he could provide some sort of hope or comfort for his brother.

"Yea yea," he heard Sly mutter from inside the office.

He entered, his feet aching to turn him around right where he came from- it took him everything to stand before Kita. For the first time ever.

"Kita-San," he spoke, words muffled by the haste in his speech.

"Yes, Atsumu?" The older replied, his focus heavily on his laptop.

"A'have a request," the younger states, hands dug deep in the pockets of his tracksuit bottoms.

Kita lifted his eyes to inspect the figure before him, Atsumu standing in a very unusual way, almost foreign to his usual casual stance.

"Evaluate."

"Let's not kill (Y/N), for Osamu's sake— he loves her, 'n—"

"Yer' both stupid," Sly spat cutting him off, eyes boring into the younger.

"Didn't think romance would ever hold any a' ya' back, let alone Osamu." He states as his tone gets harsher.

"A' shoulda' killed her at the party, fuck—Atsumu, bring him here," he ordered, annoyance quickly coursing through him.

"Kita-San—" "Bring him here."

Atsumu cursed under his breath irritated as he left the room, following orders.

Osamu was better than this, Shinsuke thought, the more mature of the two— and yet, he couldn't control his emotions? Even for the gain of Inarizaki?

Enough was enough.

A/N
My bad for any mistakes, hope y'all enjoy this :P