ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

Atsumu panicked when he saw Osamu's bruised face. Clearly, though, he had put it together the following day.

"Why did ya fight with Sunarin?" He whispered in the middle of class. Osamu glared but didn't answer. He ignored Atsumu's pout, his eyebrow twitching when his twin started tapping his pencil against the chipped wooden desk.

"'Tsumu, stop it," Osamu ordered. Atsumu frowned but set down his pencil.

"Wanna go to the onigiri cart after school?" He asked, twirling his pencil in his hand. Osamu waited for the pencil to go flying, smirking at Atsumu's furrowed brow before answering.

"Yeah."

The onigiri cart was still run by the same old man. His flavors hadn't changed. Pickled plum, salted salmon, and kombu. Occasionally he'd have salted cod but today he didn't.

"Morning, sir," Osamu and Atsumu greeted, bowing.

"Oh my... you've grown," the old man mumbled before smiling. "It has been some time... I worried you weren't coming back," he joked, hands behind his back as he hobbled towards the rice. "What would you like-ah, you like sha-ke," he murmured, gesturing to Osamu. "And you... oh, I don't have any tarako today... how about kombu?" Atsumu smiled.

"Could we almost get two umeboshi onigiris?" he inquired.

"Of course," the man replied with a smile. His feeble hands worked deftly; shaping the rice and preparing the ingredients. Osamu watched his hands carefully.

"Mm... sir," he said. "You wouldn't happen to be looked for an employee, would you." The man looked up.

"If you want me to teach you, you can simply ask," he replied. Osamu grinned. "Come by in the evening. It's less busy. I'll be happy to show you a thing or two," he declared. "Oh, here you go," he said, handing them the box of onigiri. "Have a good day, boys," he murmured. Osamu and Atsumu bowed again before leaving.

"What was that about?" Atsumu asked as the two walked back towards the school.

"What was what?" Osamu replied.

"The onigiri thing. Since when have you been interested in making onigiri that ya wanted a teacher?" Atsumu tilted his head to the side when Osamu went quiet.

Osamu hadn't told him yet.

Was now a good time?

"I..." Osamu faltered at his brother's concerned expression. "I just think it's a cool thing to know. Besides, I fi can make 'em as good as he does, I can make more food at home instead of grabbing leftovers from the convenience store," Osamu declared.

"True," Atsumu agreed. "I'd like a proper mean once in a while. Instant ramen is started to get old."

"What's wrong with instant ramen?" Osamu teased. Atsumu glared. Osamu chuckled, ruffling his brother's hair. While Atsumu tried to complain and pester him, he thought.

He shouldn't drop a bomb like that on his twin just yet. He could wait a little longer.

It was just volleyball, after all.

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"One touch!" Atsumu shouted, running to the other side of the net and waiting for someone to pass the ball.