The Miyas Birthday

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.”

feeling like a hug from bokuto would be so amazing rn

thinking about oikawa calling me his nena 😩 su princesa !! so down bad for spanish speaker oikawa and me teaching him slang we mexicans use !! NO BC ID HOLD HIS FACE IN MY HANDS AS I TEACH HIM THE PRONUNCIATIONS

4:17 pm

atsumu goes to his brother’s restaurant enough to know everyone that works there, be familiar enough with the regulars, know who belongs there and who doesn’t. which is maybe why he’s so brash in asking..

“who’re you?”

you blink at him from behind the counter, raising an eyebrow up and pointing to the name tag. “uh, yn?”

“why’re ya here?”

your eyebrows scrunch up at his question, giving him a ‘really?’ look as you refill his cup of water sitting in front of him.

“i work here?” you answer, and maybe you should watch your tone, being that you know this is your boss’ brother (the face is a dead give away, obviously).

“since when?” atsumu presses, leaning across the counter and narrowing his eyes at you. this close you can tell he needs to touch up his roots a little bit.

“like, three weeks ago?” you sigh, sliding a tray full of a table’s order onto your palm and balancing it with only just a slight wobble, something you’ve slowly started to get the hang of since being hired. “now, if you’ll excuse me.”

atsumu’s eyes follow you as you make your way from behind the counter, swiveling through the path of tables and customers until you make it to the corner booth, placing down the family’s order onto the table, smile wide—much unlike the slight frown you’d been giving him a second ago.

he finds you odd, just a little. it’s obvious you know who he is, seeing as how there’s only one other person on earth who shares the same face as him. and that means you know he’s a professional volleyball player which he, though he’d deny it if cornered, likes knowing how it has an effect on people who meet him.

but not you. you didn’t care he’s a pro athlete or your boss’ brother. and that…

shit, he finds that really attractive.

“don’t even think about it.”

atsumu jumps to the voice at his left, placing an exaggerated hand on his chest as he snaps his head back to glare at his twin, chocolate eyes turning to slits at cloudy ones.

“scared tha hell outta me, geez,” he huffs, crossing his arms on top of the counter. “‘nd what the hell’re you talkin’ about?”

“stop playin’ dumb,” osamu dismisses with a roll of his eyes, leaning his hands on the hardwood and nodding his head towards where you’re currently handing someone their check. “leave ‘em alone. they’re too good for you.”

“hey,” atsumu pouts, scrunching his nose. “what’s that s’posed to mean? i’m good too.”

“yeah, good at being a douche,” osamu smirks, pushing off the counter to dodge the half assed punch his twin tries to swing his way.

“i’m a nice guy.”

“keep tellin’ yerself that tsumu.”

“yer an ass, samu.”

“only to you.”

“um, excuse me?” the twins’ heads snap in your direction, causing you to recoil just a tad before regaining yourself. “sorry to interrupt whatever.. this is, but sir,” you turn your eyes to osamu, polite smile on your lips, “there’s someone here to see you, she says she’s from the newspaper?”

“alright, thank ya,” he nods, flashing you a grin before giving his brother one last stern look and disappearing off somewhere further into the restaurant.

the silence that follows as your boss leaves is a little awkward, a tad strained as you and the blond share eye contact. you clear your throat and look away.

“right, well then.”

“what’s wrong with ya?”

you stop mid turn, whipping your head back around to stare at the blond, eyes wide and brows furrowed. your fingers curl at your sides, fists balled up.

“excuse you?”

your incredulous tone does nothing to deter him, he simply perches his chin in his palm.

“yer actin’ like i ain’t a big deal. kinda weird.”

you blink at him, pressing your lips into a thin line. osamu had already warned you about his brother, how his pride gets the better of him sometimes but how he honestly just can’t help it because he has absolutely no filter. you just didn’t expect it to be this blatant.

“well, if you’d like me to be honest, then i don’t think you’re a big deal,” you reply, turning away again and grabbing another table’s ticket out of your apron. “you’re just another athlete with a big ego and an even bigger mouth. nothing more.”

this time it’s atsumu’s turn to blink at you as he watches you walk away, painting on another one of those wide smiles as you go back to doing your job. you’re feisty, mouthy, a tad bit brash. no one’s ever really talked to him like this before apart from his brother or old friends.

he smiles to himself as he lets his gaze follow you, buzzing around his brother’s onigiri shop. he’s made his decision.

he’s going to make you fall in love with him, his ego, and his even bigger mouth—and he’ll be damn good at it too.

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for @yutari sorry it’s a little late, hopefully you like it...also it’s not proofread 😁

Iwaizumi Hajime knew you like the back of his hand-knows you better than he knows himself. So when you cross the threshold and into your shared apartment, he knows something is up without even having to peel his eyes away from his laptop; he can just feel that something is wrong. So when he looks away and his eyes land on you, he’s not surprised to see the slump in your shoulders. While he did expect to see you in some form of a disheveled state, it didn’t hurt any less to see you in such a muted way.

Normally, you’d come bounding in when you noticed he was home before you, and you’d call out his name as you slipped out of your coat and kicked your shoes off, arms held open as you waited for him to greet you. Or you’d find him yourself and throw your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his back or chest. You have a commanding presence and he loves it. He loves that he knows once you’ve stepped into a room because he can feel the love radiating off you. He can feel the heat and warmth you carry with you, something so delightful he wishes to never be apart from it. Your entire being, your whole essence, captivates him and he’d be lying if he said you didn’t have him wrapped around your finger. You hold his heart in the palms of your hands, and that’s where he wants it to stay.

Because of this, there isn’t much you can hide from him. He knows your tells, the minute changes on your expression and what they mean, every change in the inflection of your voice.

His heart clenches when you drop your bag, head hung low as you try to avoid his gaze. Iwa stands up carefully, slowly walking to where you’re glued to the floor.

“Honey? My love, are you okay?”

His words of affection tug at your heart strings and you can’t help but meet his eyes with your own watery ones, your bottom lip slightly quivering. Your throat feels as though it’s closing up on you, a tightness so uncomfortable you try to swallow to ease the tension. You try to speak but nothing comes out, so you settle on shaking your head. You know there’d be no point in lying to him.

Iwa holds his arms open, a slight frown on his lips as he looks at you concerned. He knows you’ll tell him what’s wrong when you’re ready, but for now he’ll stick to comforting you first.

You hurl yourself into his waiting arms, and Iwa lifts you up so you can rest your head on his shoulder. A sob slips past your lips as you cry into his shirt. He walks to the couch and settles you in his lap, one of his hands rubs your back to sooth you while the other cradles the back of your head.

“It’ll be alright. I’m here, always will be.”

His words of affirmation only made you cry harder, an immense feeling of gratitude floods your body because he would always be here. You couldn’t imagine a life without him, and you can’t even recall what your life had been like before him.

A sigh tumbles out after your cries had ceased to nothing more than a few hiccups. “Haji...”

He hums in response, and his hand that rubs your back continues to do so.

“Thank you.” You lean back just a bit so you can look him in the eyes.

Iwa’s brows furrow in worry at seeing your puffy eyes. The hand that was cradling your head moves so he can cup your cheek, and his thumb wipes away the remaining tears. A soft smile then crosses his face as he continues to look at you. “You don’t need to thank me, love. I’m right where I want to be.”

You kiss the tip of his nose and lay your head on his shoulder, holding onto him as tight as you possibly could. You may hold his heart in your hands, but he also holds yours in his.

do i write angst for the twins bday or do i write angst for the twins bday 🤸🏻‍♀️