Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 7

"Ah, how I hate Saturdays. We're always swamped," Atsumu said.

He was sitting on a stool, his body aching, his arms and chin resting on the bar counter. It was 5 in the morning, and closing time had come. Yaku was kicking the last of the drunken customers off the dance floor and leading them to the exit of the venue.

"For being so short, he's scarier than any of us," Semi said drying the glasses that had just come out of the dishwasher.

"Don't let him hear you or he'll kick your ass too and you won't be able to sit down for a week," Lev said with a shudder.

Shirabu rubbed his eyes as he took the money from the cash register to put it in plastic tubes to take them upstairs, where the accounting office was located. His arms were numb from preparing and serving cocktails to drunken customers who touched his butt as they stared at him with a raised eyebrow and a foul smile.

"You bastard, do something," Osamu said slapping the head of his brother, who was still lying limp on the bar. "You never do anything, 'Tsumu. We always clean up and you do nothing but stare."

"I don't feel like doing it, you do it," Atsumu replied yawning lazily. "I'm not in the mood, nothing interesting ever happens here and I get bored easily."

"Move," said Osamu grabbing his arm and shaking him to his feet. "Lev, give him the broom! Let the little princess do something," he yelled mockingly.

Atsumu clenched his jaw and lunged at Osamu with the intention of punching him. Osamu spotted him and lunged straight for him with a raised fist ready to fight back. But they didn't get to hit each other. Semi grabbed Osamu by tucking his arms under the twin's armpits. On the other hand, Lev had dropped the broom in his hand and ran to grab Atsumu by the waist.

"Let go of me! I'm gonna break your face!" Atsumu kicked swinging his arms and legs in the air.

"Leave me, Semi! He deserves a punch, he never does anything!" Osamu yelled at the provocation writhing in Semi's arms.

"Stop it! What a pair of idiots, get to work!" Shirabu yelled from behind the bar with a murderous look. "I wanna go home as soon as possible. If you fuck with me you're gonna end up with the broomstick stuck up your ass, understood?" he said banging on the metal drawer of the cash register. "Atsumu, start sweeping the floor. Osamu, go out and get some fresh air."

"Hey! It's not fair! Why isn't he doing anything and I have to sweep?" Atsumu yelled in frustration crossing his arms with a defiant look.

Yaku grabbed the broom that Lev had thrown on the ground and got closer to Atsumu to hit his back with the stick time after time. "Stop complaining!" He said gritting his teeth and yelling over Atsumu's whimpers of pain. "You're lazy, you never do anything after closing. Do something for once!"

"Okay, okay, but stop hitting me!" Atsumu said shrugging in on himself and covering his head with his arms.

Yaku stopped beating him and handed him the broom. Atsumu took it reluctantly and, glaring at his brother, who was laughing at Atsumu's frown, began to sweep the floor muttering under his breath.

With one last amused look at Atsumu, Osamu grabbed Semi's hand and dragged him out of the premises. There was hardly anyone on the street, just a few late passersby going home after having a few too many drinks. And anyway, even if there had been a lot of more people, Osamu would have done the same he was about to do.

He grabbed Semi by the chin and lifted his face before pressing their lips together. Semi smirked into the kiss as he sensed Osamu's need. He opened his mouth and let Osamu's tongue meet his midway. Semi's hand traveled down Osamu's chest to the hem of his pants; with a little tug, Semi pulled Osamu's pristine white shirt out of the black pants and let his fingers explore Osamu's skin under the fabric. Osamu growled slightly into his mouth and placed a hand behind Semi's neck to deepen the kiss further, stroking his cheeks with his thumb.