Wanna be a pretty girl [Osamu Miya]

WANNA BE A PRETTY GIRL

Osamu and Atsumu were inseparable. They rarely left each other's sides and often entertained the idea of going everywhere and experiencing anything together. It was a promise that they swore never to break.

Throughout the years, not a single secret was hidden between them. Their every thought was shared, from complaining about their homework in the second grade to wondering if they would still be twins if they were dinosaurs. They were a strange duo, everyone always mused, but their tight bond was like no other.

So why was it that Atsumu was suddenly having difficulty speaking to his twin?

The other would always avoid conversations with him, claiming that it was getting too late and he had to go to bed early so he could be on top of his game at volleyball practice the next day. Sometimes he would blatantly walk straight out of the kitchen when Atsumu wandered in to grab a snack. The twins had made it a routine to go to each other's bedrooms at night and just talk about whatever was on their mind until one of them got tired and went to bed.

But Osamu stopped showing up and he wouldn't let Atsumu in...

His behaviour was strange, not only at home but at school and practice. Their parents had noticed the change, along with their teammates and coach. They were all concerned, but Atsumu was worried the most.

Did I do something wrong? He always wondered whenever Osamu refused to look at him.

At home, Osamu would only leave his bedroom when it was required and other than that, he would stay cooped up in there doing God knows what. He usually enjoyed cooking for fun, baking little snacks for himself and Atsumu, but it had been weeks since he even touched the kitchen supplies. Atsumu noticed that his twin began coming home a little later than normal, faintly smelling like women's perfume.

It made him ponder whether Osamu was going through a rebellious phase or something, going out and hooking up. He was only sixteen, sure, but plenty of teenagers did shit like that. Why would Osamu be any different?

But Osamu was different. He wasn't the type to fuck around and get laid, not when he was so book smart and school orientated.

And then, there was the way Osamu behaved at school.

Whenever practice was finished, and all the sweaty boys piled into the locker room, Osamu would stay behind until everyone left. But if he wasn't given the opportunity to wait, then he would hop into an unoccupied stall and change in there while the other boys simply undressed in front of each other. It was almost as if he was shy about his body, but Atsumu thought that couldn't be possible considering that everyone had seen Osamu's build before and knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

So why wasn't he changing in front of them anymore?

Atsumu recalled how he and his teammates would sit in the cafeteria, eating their lunch together, but Osamu would be staring at the girls who passed by them. His eyes would linger over their chests and their uniform skirts. Atsumu briefly wondered if Osamu was just going through puberty, and to him, suddenly girls were the sexiest shit on earth. He also warily wondered if Osamu was a pervert of some sort.

When he asked his twin why he kept staring at girls like that, Osamu got extremely flustered and shook his head in an attempt to possibly clear his thoughts.

"It's not like that," he remembered Osamu mumbling.

What is it like then?

Atsumu noticed that whenever the twins and their friends went to the mall, Osamu would gaze longingly, fucking longingly, at the women's section in sports stores. He would shuffle on his feet and yank at the sleeves of his hoodie. Atsumu would watch as his twin's eyes scanned over the bras on display, before glancing down at his own chest.