(do I Need A Reason Anymore)

(do I need a reason anymore)

“I can fix him, I can fix him” I can be an accessory to his crimes

the miya’s birthday

characters: atsumu, osamu; post! timeskip

wc: 989

warnings: spoiler at the beginning about osamu

a/n: kinda angsty, maybe even bittersweet?? it’s still october 5th in calfornia so bite me, ‘kay? this isn’t proofread either so if you catch anything please let me know

It was October 4th, just a few minutes before midnight, before October 5th, and Osamu was closing up Miya Onigiri. He twisted the key in the lock, pulling the key out after hearing a soft click, and begins the short walk to his car. The night was quiet save for his footsteps against the pavement and the buzzing of the lampposts lining the sidewalk. He was tired, to say the least, and wasn’t exactly looking forward to his birthday.

Don’t get him wrong, sharing his birthday with a twin can be fun, and he would say he cherished each and every birthday spent beside Atsumu; however, this birthday would be different, it’d be quieter, less exciting. He didn’t hold anything against Atsumu, after all, his brother was just doing what he loved.

They both were lucky enough to be doing what they had only dreamed of as high schoolers. Osamu chuckles, noting that they were such kids when attending Inarizaki. That time of their lives seems so far away now, like a hazy fog in the morning that is gone by midday. Osamu unlocks his car, getting in swiftly and turning the key in the ignition. The engine purrs as the car awaits to be driven. Osamu knows he won’t make it home before midnight, so he waits in his car instead, waits because he knows his brother will call.

And just a minute before midnight, his phone lights up with a call from his twin brother, from the person who he can always count on no matter what. Osamu rubs his eyes to clear his vision, which had begun to blur due to how tired he is. He answers the call and Atsumu, sticking to his very nature, begins to obnoxiously sing Happy Birthday. Osamu laughs and sings along, sleep long forgotten because Atsumu can make you forget whatever it is you’re feeling for a moment, can make you forget your sorrows while he’s with you.

Once the off-key singing is over, they both speak.

“Happy birthday, ‘samu.”

“Happy birthday, ‘tsumu.”

They look at each other, not all surprised they spoke at the same time because they’d done that plenty of times before. And true to their nature, they both burst into a face-splitting fit of laughter, both probably reminiscing about how they used to speak simultaneously so often as kids that it freaked their mom and other kids out.

Osamu manages to calm down first, and at seeing Atsumu wipe tears from the corners of his eyes, he blurts out, “I miss ya.”

Atsumu’s joyous smile turns into one of nostalgia, a smile that seems equally sad as it is happy, as he reminisces of moments from when they were kids. “I miss ya too, ‘samu.”

In the midst of the silence that fell after the quiet confessions, Atsumu finally takes notice of Osamu’s surroundings. “Ya still at work?”

“Nah, just in my car.”

Atsumu shakes his head. “But at work.”

“Well...yeah. In the parking lot of my job.”

“Ya mean yer dream job.”

“Where are ya taking this conversation, ‘tsumu?”

Atsumu sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed as he ponders. With one hand, he begins to pick at the skin of his thumbnail, because where was this conversation headed. Truthfully, he knew what it is he wanted to say, and he was never one to hold back, so why was he struggling to just say what he needed to say.

Osamu picks up on his brother’s inner turmoil, having a gut feeling as to what Atsumu meant. “‘tsumu...I don’t hold it against ya. Yer where you need to be, the same way I’m where I need to be.”

Atsumu looks at his brother through the phone, eyes glossing over with tears desperately wanting to tip over. And he recalls to when they were in grade school, when they had finally made it to the double digits.

They stood under a big tree, about to bury a time capsule that they promised to open after another decade. Both were covered in dirt from head to toe, and Atsumu had even gotten some in his hair. You’d think they used each other to dig a hole instead of a shovel with how dirty they were.

Under the big tree that enveloped them in it’s cool shade they also promised each other to always celebrate every birthday together, no matter what. It didn’t matter if they were in the middle of a fight or if they were too busy, they promised to do whatever it takes to be together for every birthday. And so they upheld that promise, a promise so special, a promise that held the weight of the world, every year. That is, until...

Until today, with the Miya twins staring at each other through a phone screen, turning 26 away from each other. But Osamu couldn’t blame Atsumu. Atsumu was doing what he wanted with a passion so intense it was enviable. But Osamu was on the same page with that same passion, so he understood Atsumu. And it would’ve been hypocritical of him to expect Atsumu to fly back, when he could’ve flown to his brother all the same.

“Yer not mad?”

Osamu offers a genuine smile. “No, ‘tsumu. I could never be mad at ya for doing what ya love. Volleyball needed ya elsewhere, and my shop needs me here.”

Atsumu smiles a relieved smile, yet his eyes water again. “‘m still sorry I couldn’t make it.”

Osamu waves him off. “We’ll have next year.”

Atsumu smiles, because he knows he can count on Osamu the same way his brother counts on him. No matter how many fights they get in, they’ll always have each other. Atsumu nods in agreement, wiping at his eyes so he can see Osamu clearly. “Yeah, we will.”

and when i finally write the suna angst i was planning based on this song

THIS IS SO CUTE im omw 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

OOOO BESTIE ME TOO 🌹

we’d spend the day at the date festival here! we could go on all the rides and try all the food and shop at all the little random tents that sell jewelry and pins and crystals and stuff it’d be so fun!! I’d take you in the ferris wheel at night<3

send me a 🌹 and i’ll tell you where i’d take you on a date

TELLING YOU HE LOVES YOU FOR THE 1ST TIME

with: kōtarō bokuto + keiji akaashi + rintarō suna

note: extremely half assed n bleh but i needed to get smth out grr

the words creep up on bokuto when he least expects them — standing with you in the empty parking lot of the gymnasium. his hood is pulled up over his messy hair, slightly obscuring his features under the already dim streetlight. “i really wanted to get a win for you tonight, i’m sorry.” his voice is quiet as he reaches for you, resting his hands on your hips. “i’m still proud of you kou, you’ll always be the best in my eyes.” a little smile works it’s way onto his face, and that little smile turns into a big grin — one that almost spells it out for you. his arms wrap around you — the sudden realization of being in love causing him to laugh as he lunges at you for a big hug. the impact almost sends you tumbling down, but he keeps you up as he beams, “i love you, so much.”

it’s been a long time coming for akaashi, and he was going to tell you after he took you out to dinner tonight — at least, that was his plan. but life doesn’t always go to plan, and now the two of you are stuck in a never ending line of traffic while the clouds above send buckets of rain down onto you. “keiji, i think we missed our reservation, maybe we should just go home.” he breathes out a sigh, leaning forward to squint through the lenses of his glasses. “but don’t worry, okay? we have all the time in the world for dates.” he diverts his attention to you upon hearing your words — and something about the way you have that bright grin on your face despite the situation causes all the feelings he has for you to surface. his hand swiftly finds your jaw as he gently pulls you in for a kiss, pulling away only to mumble against your lips, “i think i’m in love with you.”

for suna, it happens on a random monday night in his bedroom — a slip up that he wouldn’t regret. your head rests on his chest while his fingers dance on the skin of your arm. he’s already assumed that you’re asleep, but you’re not, and though it takes you a little while, you feel it — the feeling of “i <3 u” being engraved into your flesh, over and over again. you can’t help but giggle into his sweatshirt when you realize, causing his head to snap down to look at you. “what’s so funny?” you lift your head up to meet his gaze, offering him a smile as you drag your fingers across his skin in the same design. it immediately clicks for him, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he pushes your head back against his chest. “yeah yeah. i really do love you though.”