To wish Upon a Star

Chapter two

"You what?!?" Osamu asks, jaw dropping in disbelief. "Are you mentally ill? Why the hell would you ever do that to her?!"

Atsumu groans. "You're not helping! Look, I had to do it. I can't put her future at risk, she's got so many things she wants to do!"

"You didn't HAVE to do it. You could've taken a break or something? Literally any other solution would've worked better than the one your tiny brain came up with!" His brother retorts.

"Can you stop with the insults?! I already feel like shit!"

Osamu scoffs. "You should! How could you ever let her go? Seriously what the hell is wrong with you? You know she'd support you more than anyone else right?"

"Fuck, I know!" Atsumu yells out. "I know she'd support me, but what if I can't support her? What if I get too into my music and barely pay attention to her? I'd never forgive myself for it!" He continues.

"So you'd forgive yourself for breaking up with her and making her cry."

"Shut the fuck up Samu!"

Osamu sighs. "Look, just because you think it was the right decision, doesn't mean it was. She was right you know? When she said you're gonna regret it? It hasn't even been a full day yet and yer already regretting it."

"Serious question, are you actually trying to make me feel worse?" Atsumu asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"No, I'm trying to make you realize that you're an intellectually challenged individual. Or in simpler words, yer a fuckin' moron."

Atsumu throws a pillow at his brother, who much to his displeasure, catches it.

"Tsumu," Osamu sits down next to his brother. "You know I'm gonna be there for you throughout all of your fuck ups right?"

"...Yeah?"

"I'll be here for you if the music gig doesn't work out. And hey! If it doesn't, you can always work as like the janitor or something at my store." He continues.

Atsumu lets out a hearty laugh. "Why the fuck would I be your janitor?"

"I'm just giving you a back up plan!" Osamu says, chuckling along with his brother.

"Thanks Samu, I mean it. You know what I did was stupid and you're still here. I appreciate it."

"Well I have to, who else am I gonna harass on Twitter if you get too sad and off yourself?" The younger twin questions.

Atsumu rolls his eyes. "Are you like unable to go more than three seconds without insulting me?"

"Yeah it's like a medical problem. My doctor diagnosed me with it the second I was born." Osamu nonchalantly replies.

"Samu we go to the same doctor, he's literally never said that."

"And what's your point?"

Atsumu sighs. "My point is that you need to close your mouth and never open it ever again."

"Rude."
Osamu sits down at his desk. "So like, what now? Are you just gonna like become a sound cloud rapper or something?" He asks.

"No I'm gonna like, I don't know record a song and sign a contract with some studio or something." Atsumu replies, not quite sure how it's going to work out either.

"You ended your relationship for a job you barely know anything about?" Osamu asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Did you not research it beforehand?"

Atsumu groans. "Of course I did dipshit! Look, I know what to do. I've checked like a million times! I know what I'm doing, just trust me."

"Kind of hard to trust you when you sound so unsure."