Don't Get Too Close [DISCONTINUED]

Christmas gift

(A.N: I wrote this before Christmas of 2020, but was too lazy to publish it. So have a very late Christmas chapter :D )

At Christmas, Miya Atsumu wanted to give Sakusa Kiyoomi a gift. But he can't even leave the hospital, how the hell can he buy him a gift? It's not like he could draw or paint. It's not like he could play a guitar or write a song. So what the hell is he supposed to do?

He dialed a number nervously and after 3 rings, he picked up. "What'd ya want, scrub?" Osamu asked from the other line, Atsumu can tell that he was busy as hell in the Miya Onigiri, since he could tell at least 10 people's voices. "Sorry for callin' ya in a busy hour, but if ya could answer my question, please do." Atsumu asked nervously, fiddling mindlessly on the pillows. "What is it? Make it quick."

"What gift should I give to Omi-Omi??" Atsumu whispered to his phone, scared that the man in question might suddenly appear again. "Seriously? Ya can ask me that later!" Osamu yelled, irritated.

"Come on! Ya already answered!" Atsumu whispered-yelled. "I honestly don't know though. What the hell does he even like?" Osamu asked, taking orders while on the call.

"Ugh, I don't know either!!" Atsumu sighed exaggeratedly. "Let's talk about this later. I'm busy and Christmas is still a month away." Osamu tiredly said, and before Atsumu could protest, he ended the call.

"Ughh! I don't know what gift to give him!! It's irritating!" Atsumu yelled as he plopped himself to the bed.

He kept thinking and thinking, he even tried researching, hoping that Sakusa's info might be on the internet. And well Sakusa is in fact on the internet, thanks to being one of the best doctors in Japan, but it didn't have the info he wanted. The things he like... wasn't there.

Hours later, Osamu finally came. They can finally talk about it. Osamu have that big smile on his face and Atsumu was confused. "Guess what I found out on my way here." Osamu started with a smirk. "What?" Atsumu asked curiously.

"There were these papers posted on the bulletin board by the entrance, and it had infos of the doctors here in it. I don't know why the hell would they post that, but it was very useful. Turns out, Sakusa-san loves pickled plums (umeboshi)." Osamu said with satisfaction in his ultimate news.

"But would that make him happy? Just Umeboshi? We need more.." Atsumu said looking down. "Well, ya have a point. Wait, he's a germaphobe, right?? What about hand sanitizers, lysol, and masks??" Osamu said, his eyes twinkling with smugness of how smart he is.

"I don't think that'd be a nice Christmas gift.." Atsumu said, fidgeting with his fingers. "He'll love it, I'm sure." Osamu said soothingly as he smiled gently. "His favorite food, then having those things would make him save the money he would've used to buy those stuff. It would be more useful than to give him something flashy, yet he doesn't even need." Osamu said simply, but Atsumu thought his whole life changed. He never thought about it that way. All his life he wanted to give flashy things. Brags about how thoughtful he was. Turns out, he wasn't even that thoughtful enough.

"Okay, we'll give that. Make sure to buy the best umeboshi ya'll ever find. The most fragrant hand sanitizer, the most fragrant and best kind of lysol, then the best mask." Atsumu said with a smile. Osamu is now sure that his twin brother is surely in love with Sakusa Kiyoomi. No doubt.

"Don't worry, it'll be the best."

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Osamu did what Atsumu said and bought the gifts for Sakusa. But even though he was the one who said it, looking at it.... is indeed saddening. It looks like grocery rather than a Christmas gift. He didn't want to buy anything that Atsumu didn't told him,  since he might be angry at him. So he decided to just not mind it.

So he walked to room 21 with the bag on his hand, looking around for any signs of the doctor. He finally reached his destination, and with a smile, he opened the door.

"Tsumu, I'm---" Osamu was cut off to see Asumu sewing something. Atsumu had always been good at sewing, he said it calms his nerves, that's why he bought a portable little sewing machine. When Atsumu was admitted to the hospital, Osamu brought the stuffs he needed. Cloths, cotton, yarns, threads, needles, pins, buttons, and of course the portable little sewing machine.

Atsumu used to sew random things. So at first, Osamu thought it wasn't unusual or anything. But when Osamu got closer, he saw that Atsumu was making a plushie, and the plushie was way too familiar.

"Is that--- Is that Sakusa-san?" Osamu asked in disbelief. "Yeah, does it look like him? It's hard to do it with no reference at all." Atsumu said with a sigh. "Yeah, it looks like him.." Osamu said, distracted with the cute thing on Atsumu's arms.

"Oh right. Can ya....buy me more cotton? And also, can ya buy me more white, blue-green and black cloths? Then a peach and black thread?" Atsumu asked as he checked his sewing kit.

"S-sure.." Osamu turned around.

Another errand.. I still have work ya know??!!