keep me second-guessing. | Haikyuu! fanfic

Chapter 1. In My Mind -Heather Headley

"EW, WHAT THE FUCK. OSAMU-?!" Atsumu cried, clutching his ear and gagging.

Osamu stood with his finger outstretched, satisfied with his actions. "Hey, not my fault ya' weren't listenin'. If you'da been on Earth instead of wherever the fresh hell you were, you woulda heard me ask ya' if ya' remembered that episode of Henry Danger where Miss Shapen gave Henry a wet willy to wake him up and considered that a warning to get the hell away before I stuck a drool-riddled pointer into yer' eardrum like any good twin brother would." Osamu recounted proudly, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. Atsumu gagged once again, covering his mouth as he pretended to dry-heave.

"Yer disgustin'."

"Aye, I was raised with you, where the hell d'ya think I got it from?"

"You know what, ya' fuckin-"

"Boys." a calm voice interrupted, causing them both to still instantly.

Kita's serene face seemed to sport a quiet rage that simmered just beneath the surface, and while the twins would usually push the boundaries of their captain's patience, they knew today wasn't the day to test him.

"Sorry, Kita." They mumbled, eyes on the floor.

"100 laps for wasting time. Both of you."

"But-!" Atsumu began to protest, only to be silenced with a stare that seemed to launch daggers into his eyes. "Hmm?"

"Nothing! One hundred laps sounds just dandy!" His voice had gone shrill. No way he was gonna be at the receiving end of that look again.

Kita stared a second more, nodded, then went back to practicing his receives across the gym.

"Dandy? Really?"

"I'll throw every frying pan ya' own under a bus."

"Oh, ya' even think about touching my pans, I'll-" Someone cleared their throat behind them, and the boys quickly scrambled to start running.

Atsumu's mind wandered once more as he jogged. He knew his brother had a point, but if he knew where his mind was at, maybe he'd understand. Maybe he'd finally see he couldn't help but think about those gorgeous chocolate-colored eyes, or that impossibly bright smile, or that vibrant orange hair, or-

He only realized after picking his ass up off the floor and shooting his hollering brother and Aran murderous glares that he needed to find a way to get it together.

Really needed to get it together.

And he would! Just...

'Atsumu-Senpai!' His voice range clearly in his head, and he could see his curious eyes set on him. 'Teach me everything you know, Senpai!' He bounced on the balls of his feet, his fluffy hair bouncing with him. 'You're so cool!'

After few more minutes.

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He stayed that way, lost to his fantasies til' he was home safe from the mocking laughter of his teammates and Suna's stupid-

"Say cheese, dipshit."

...camera.

The flash blinded him, and he blinked feverishly in an attempt to regain his bearings. He squinted, glaring as best he could at Suna's calm, bemused face. " 'Samu, would ya' mind gettin' yer' cat out my face?"

Suna lowered his phone, shooting him a scathing look. He bit at him, making Atsumu shriek and jump back. Suna smirked, plopping down onto the couch next to his traitorously snickering brother. "Y'all were made for each other, assholes." He grumbled, tossing his sneakers to the front door and his backpack to the floor as he fell down onto the opposite side of Osamu. It had been a few minutes, and he was beginning to wonder deeper into his land of tangerine dreams when Osamu finally spoke.

"Okay, spill. Where the fuck's yer' head at lately?" He demanded; his accent was heavy with irritation, and Atsumu couldn't help the ever-dramatic sigh that escaped him as he splayed himself across his brothers lap, hand across his forehead it mock distress.

"Oh, what the hell-" 

" 'Samu, I'm in pain! Love me, dammit!" He cried out, sighing again, this time louder.

When he'd said nothing, Atusmu turned over onto his back and looked up at his brother with practiced teary puppy eyes. Osamu let a sigh of his own, before finally indulging his antics.

"wHY'RE YA' SAD, TSUMU?" He practically yelled.

"Why, thank you for carin' Samu! My woes begin at the orange haired angel by the name of Hinata Shouyou..."

"Ugh, if this is another hookup story, suffer in silence."

"Unfortunately, no, this isn't one of my grand stories of giving and receiving pleasure beyond the minds of- OW!" 

Osamu had whacked him upside the head with his cell phone before he could finish, a look of disgust written plain across his features.

"I was gonna SAY," he glared up at his brother, who rolled his eyes irritably. "that this is a more a problem of I wanna ask him out but can't figure out how to get him alone long enough to do so."

Osamu stared at his brother incredulously. "You gotta be joking. THAT'S the thing ya' decided to waste my time with?"

Atsumu scoffed. "Some familial companion you are, damn." Osamu sat up straighter, now looking Atsumu directly in the eyes. "No, it's not that... dude, ya' do know he's got a BOYFRIEND... right?"

Atsumu could swear he felt his heartbeat falter. "Come again?"

Okay, I'll admit, I've gotten a bit rusty with my chapter endings. Bare with me, I promise it'll be better with time.

anyhow, this storyline has been plaguing my chemically imbalanced brain for months so i figured i'd try and write it out before I absolutely fucking implode. 

Thank you so much for reading, please don't hesitate to comment what you thought and stuff like that, reading them helps so much with my editing.

much love,

-ash