ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔇𝔲𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔪

Atsumu was avoiding Osamu. And it was killing him.

Sure, the two fought all the time, but never stayed angry for more than a few hours. It had been a few weeks.

Winter was here.

Snow slowly drifted down from the grayish-white sky, piling up on sidewalks while children walked down the streets, blowing puffs of steam onto the reddened frozen hands.

Osamu was depressed.

He hadn't spoken to Atsumu in far too long, and he was struggling.

He couldn't sleep or think. His grades were dipping from the exhaustion.

Even though Atsumu wasn't speaking to him, Osamu still made his futon and cleaned up the house. He still took care of the backed-up toilet and paid the water bills, like he was expected to. However, Atsumu hadn't paid the electricity bills, so their home had no heat, and Osamu was tight on cash.

Mido's weed wasn't selling as quickly as they had hoped in the winter, and his wife was plenty busy working at the titty bar, so he needed to find better work, which left Osamu without a job.

"They'll let ya bus at that diner across the station," Mido had declared. Osamu could only smile in dispair. He could not work those shifts and go to school.

Something had to go and he really... really... didn't want to give up on volleyball.

Atsumu was never there when Osamu rose, nor had he returned before the Miya fell asleep. The two only crossed paths in practice, where everyone could feel the thick tension. Kita had scolded the two and ordered the twins to work things out, but everyone knew nothing had changed.

Suna was currently going down on Osamu, but it was a futile attempt.

His dick wouldn't get hard.

"The fuck is wrong with ya?" Suna asked, wiping his mouth and standing. Osamu chewed his lip and wiped his forehead.

"Shit... 'm sorry. I've just been stressed with Atsumu," Osamu explained. Suna turned and reached for the glass of water on the coffee table.

"It's fine. I can call someone else."

Osamu gaped a bit.

"Wait... you're hooking up with other people?" Osamu wondered. Suna placed a hand on his hip.

"We talk about this Miya, ya already forget?" Suna sighed. Osamu looked down.

"Hey um..." He started.  "Do ya mind if I talk about things with me and 'Tsumu?" He looked up with a forced smile. "I don' really have anyone else to talk to."

"No."

Osamu stared.

"No?" He repeated. Suna rolled his eyes.

"Casual, Miya. Casual. Do ya know what that means?" Suna questioned.

"Well yeah... but-"

"It means no dates, no talking, just sex. That's all this is, alright? Sex." Suna shook his head. "'M not yer fuckin' boyfriend."

Osamu raised his eyebrows and scoffed.

"Wow..." he stood up and grabbed his things, slamming the door behind him when he walked out.

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Osamu was annoyed.

So when Atsumu went on his usual rant about unimportant things like grades, drugs, and Sakusa Kiyoomi, Osamu's eyebrow was twitching and he was ready to burst.