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AU: Regular
Requested
Fem! Reader, Mild swearing
Word Count: 2k+
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It started when Akagi left his phone on the bench during practice. Having just run off to fill up his water bottle in one of the fountains outside, he wasn't able to pick up his phone when it rang. Atsumu didn't pick it up, but he did give the device a sly glance as he chugged back water, noticing the suspicious-looking contact that was only labelled with a typed out emote of the cute character that had fists up and ready. Tickled curious, he brought up the unnamed contact on Akagi's —who was known not to give people nicknames in his contacts— phone with his brother.
"But, Samu! I want to know!"
Osamu sighed, adjusting the strap of his backpacks he stepped ahead, choosing to catch up with his teammates, "You could ask?"
It was late in the evening after practice. Everyone was leaving in the direction of the school gate. The wind was blowing gently through the spacers between them, it was relaxing, cooling even. They were all tired, Osamu included, but at least the others didn't have to go home with a jabbering clone on their shoulders that squawked about anything that caught their interest.
"That's no fun," Atsumu huffed, tucking the photo into the pocket of his maroon track jacket. "Don't you have any sense of adventure?"
"Do you have any sense of moral dignity? Don't snoop in other people's business."
Atsumu skipped a few steps forward, throwing an arm over the silver-haired man's shoulder. Head turning to face his brother, he smirked and laughed loudly in his ear. "Do you really think so low of me?"
"Yes."
"Fine," he pouted. "I'll do this on my own. I've always wanted to play detective."
"No, you haven't."
"Be quiet and let me live my detective fantasy."
Osamu shrugged off the weighted arm from his shoulders and rolled his eyes. "Is that what you're going to call it? Really?"
Atsumu just gave him a teasing grin before jumping forward to catch up with the elder of his current investigation. There was no doubt in Osamu's mind that his brother was attempting to gather information without asking for it directly. He sighed and continued to enjoy the nice breeze.
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Akagi ran through the halls of Inarizaki high, expertly dodging bystanders that crowded around the windows outside their classrooms. In his hand was a collection of wrapped string cheese. Although, one of them was unwrapped and hanging out of his mouth. He laughed through his wide, cheese-filled, grin and turned down a hall toward the second year hallways when a yell erupted from behind him. Student's yelled at him as he zipped by.
