The Wind Was Calling My Name || OsaSuna

The Wind Was Calling My Name

"I promise you'll be impressed! Ya will see just how much we've all improved and you'll be soooo sad ya left you will be begging to be let on the team again!"

"I'm sure of it."

"So you'll come?!"

"No."

"Come on 'Samu!"

"Look, I have better things to be doing."

"No ya don't! We are literally right here, just come in, sit down, it'll be fun! For old times sake?" his twin spoke in his usual loud, expressive tone. His eyebrows furrowed in a way, making it seem he was about to give up.

Osamu sighed.

"Fine, but if I get hit by the ball one time I am leaving."

His face lit up. "I knew it! You want to come back!"

"Don't put words in my mouth!" he shouted out, watching Atsumu run the other way to get changed.

It's only been a few months since Osamu officially quit the Inarizaki volleyball team and things have been.. hectic. Mostly Atsumu, berating him about how he's throwing away years of experience and skill over a 'minor setback'; but every now and then, he'll see the others talking about the affect on the team and such.

More than not, it only made him feel guilty. But it was for the best, and he shouldn't go back just to make his previous teammates happier. It's not like his absence is really impacting the team either way. They've got Atsumu and Kita, and everyone else. And they're all great. If anything, him leaving was better for everyone! It pushed the others to try harder.

But, here he was, heading inside the gymnasium, per his brothers request, to watch them play.

Pushing open the door, he was met with the warm air contrasting with the cool winter day. The sounds of the ball bouncing off the floor for the countless time echoed through the room as suddenly, he felt all eyes on him.

He stepped in, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Osamu, it's good to see you here." Kita smiled at him.

"Yeah, hey. I'm only here to watch, if that's okay. 'Tsumu kept bugging me about it."

"Ah, is that why he's late again?"

"..yeah." he shot the others an awkward grin, only getting an understanding nod as they all went back to warm up.

It didn't take long for the blond to burst through the door, making quite the entrance. A bit of scolding later, and he melted into the team naturally.

Osamu quietly made his way to the bench, sitting down near the coach. He could feel an intense aura surrounding the man. His palms started to sweat. Has it always been this hot in here?

"You're here to watch, huh?" he spoke.

Osamu nodded.

"Well, I hope you still feel a part of this team. We're always working hard to improve."

"Yeah, Atsumus been telling me." the boy was finally able to relax his shoulders.

"Is that so? He's been late a lot recently." his voice sounded contradicting. Like angry, but worried? Well, whatever. This wasn't his business anymore.

The silver-haireds eyes followed the ball, imagining his own movements with each action. It almost seemed like he still had it in him. To win.

Only now could he truly tell. They're a team. They work, they move, they play as one. It felt near mesmorising. It's as if time stood still, the ball - an orb of light uniting all these different people. Each pass and each sprint, each jump and hit was the rhythm of the game.