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“Ya know somethin’ Atsumu, Osamu?” Atsumu looks up to Miya Izumi as she pats them on their little heads.
“That Chumu stinks?” Osamu says making his brother sticking his tongue out at him.
“No, no, my sweet boys,” she says laughing and regaining the two’s attention.
“Ya know how yer parents loved each other right?” she asks them both.
“Yesh?” they replied, doe eyes shining with the fascination that only a toddler’s can possess.
“They loved each other to their last breath, so ya’ll find yers my loves,” she says. The twins look to each other in confusion.
“More than I love Shamu and grandma?” Atsumu asks.
“Yes my dear,” Izumi replies. Atsumu hadn’t known what she had been saying before, but now, looking at the man in front of him. The light from the rising sun shining through the windows, bathing him in the yellowish light of the morning.
“Get up, Omi, first day of class,” Atsumu says, running his fingers through the curly black hair.
“No,” the other grumbles, wrapping his arms around Atsumu’s waist.
“We have to get up, Omi,” he insists.
“Kiss first?” Kiyoomi says, jutting his lip out, his sleep filled eyes staring sleepily at Atsumu.
“Alright,” Atsumu says, pulling the other by the back of his neck for their lips to meet.
“Good morning, love,” Kiyoomi says, his deep voice turning airy from unuse.
“Good morning, baby.”
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“This is my stop, thanks for droppin’ me off, baby,” Atsumu says, leaning over the console to kiss Kiyoomi goodbye.
“We have dinner with my parents later, alright?” Kiyoomi says.
“Yeah I won’t forget, plus, we’re goin’ home together later ya know?” Atsumu laughs.
“I do, history says that you’ll go drinking with the volleyball team later,” Kiyoomi retorts.
“I hate ya," he replies, knowing he already lost.
“No, you don’t, I love you,” Kiyoomi says as Atsumu opens the door of the car.
“I love ya, baby, see ya later. Have a great first day,” Atsumu replies, shutting the door behind him and waving goodbye to the man inside.
“Ew,” he hears from behind him. He turns around and was faced with the friends he and Osamu had since they were children.
“Hey Sachi. Hey Kourai,” he says, waving to them.
“I see you had a good night,” Kourai says, rolling his eyes.
“Do I have to remind ya that ya have yer own boyfriend?” Atsumu asks, gesturing to Sachirou.
“No, you don’t I got dicked down pretty good last night, I can remember for a few more days,” he smirks making the other two groan.
“Come on, ya little seagull, we have class,” Atsumu says, pulling at Kourai’s shirtsleeve.
Today was the start of Atsumu's last year in college, he had been going to Todai for the past year now. He, along with his brother, his boyfriend and their other friends are currently part of the volleyball team. They had bagged third place last year, but this year, they were determined to bury their rivals in dust.
A little something about their closest friends, Kourai and Sachirou have been betrothed to each other to unite whatever business they had, Atsumu forgets. But no one, save for him knows about them, only having found out when he walked in on them kissing one time in high school after they lost their semi-final game. Since then, they have gotten closer, leaving Osamu to find his own friends, it wasn’t anything bad, if anything, it was the exact opposite as it had brought Kiyoomi and Atsumu together.
They had known each other since they were in middle school but only ever getting to actually know each other because of Kiyoomi and Osamu’s unexpected friendship that started in their first year. He and Kiyoomi have been talking since second year and have grown to like each other as time progresses. For Atsumu’s graduation, Kiyoomi went to visit him in Amagasaki. That day, he had asked Atsumu if he could court him. For nearly two years now, they have been calling each other their boyfriend and they have never been happier.
Tonight, he was meeting Kiyoomi’s parents, the owners of a multi-million-dollar business. After months of hearing about them, he was more than nervous for whatever was set to transpire tonight. So he waits, both in dread and excitement, as the day goes on. When Kiyoomi picks him up, in front of his building, he boards the car, trembling with both nerves and elation.
“Is this too much?” Atsumu asks, standing in the middle of the room wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck, and beige skinny jeans while holding a pair of black suede boots.
“No, it’s fine, like every other outfit you've put on tonight,” Kiyoomi assures.
“Or maybe I should change the top, put on a button down instead?” Atsumu says turning to face the wardrobe, rummaging through some of Kiyoomi’s clothes.
“You look perfect love, quit fussing.” Kiyoomi goes to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Atsumu’s waist, nuzzling his face against his neck.
“I just want them to like me,” Atsumu whispers.
“I know love, and they will, trust me.” Atsumu lets himself be pulled to the door to finally, after many repetitions of “Let’s go now,” and “Wait, I need to check something.”
“You’re fidgeting, love,” Kiyoomi tells him, his hand coming to rest on Atsumu’s thigh which he has developed a habit of bouncing to cope with his anxiety.
“I can’t help it! I told ya we should’a brought them some gifts!” Atsumu unintentionally shouts making Kiyoomi laugh lightly.
“Now’s not the time to be laughin’ Omi! Turn the car around we’re buyin’ them stuff!”
“Too late,” Kiyoomi says, turning right. Atsumu was greeted with a magnificent house straight out of a fairy tale. It wasn’t a house, he realizes, it was a mansion.
“Kiyoomi-sama,” a middle-aged butler greets him once Kiyoomi opens the door. When he opens Atsumu’s door for him, he was also greeted by the butler.
“Miya-san?” he asks.
“That’s Osamu’s twin,” Kiyoomi explains to him.
“Oh, pardon me, I am Tamahana Shoji,” he says.
“The loyal butler that raised me while my parents and siblings are always away for business among other things,” he continues.
“Right this way sir,” Shoji says, gesturing inside as he gestures for one of the other men to take the car to the parking area while he leads the two inside.
“I have missed you greatly, Kiyoomi,” he says as he leads them to the dining area.
“I was here last week, uncle,” Kiyoomi laughs.
“Uncle?” Atsumu asks.
“He has taken to calling me uncle as his family wasn’t always around,” Shoji explains for Kiyoomi.
“Mother and Father were always a bit uncaring for me,” Kiyoomi says.
“Do not say such, Kiyoomi, well, I will be back to serve you your food later, Tomio-sama and Mari-sama are inside,” Shoji says, bowing before he leaves them outside the door.
“Are you ready, love?” Kiyoomi asks.
“I changed my mind, I’m leavin’ bye, Omi, see ya tomorrow,” Atsumu says, beginning to turn around.
He freezes when he hears the door open, he sees Kiyoomi’s hand on the knob, and starts cursing the other inside his head.
“Finally, you’re here, I missed you, my son,” a middle-aged woman, stood from where she sat beside a man.
“Mother,” Kiyoomi says smiling at her then hugging her.
“Father,” he says, approaching the man who stayed beside his chair, but had stood up to greet his son.
“Is this him?” the woman says, turning to face him. Atsumu sees a dark look pass over the woman’s eyes, but it was gone before he had thought too much of it.
“Miya Atsumu ma’am, I am very pleased to meet ya,” he says, his voice trembling.
“I’m Sakusa Mari, and you can call me mother, I also expect a wedding soon, okay?” she says, hugging him as well.
“Hello, I’m Sakusa Tomio, I hope our little Kiyoomi isn’t too much trouble for you,” the man, Tomio, says.
“Before you call me anything else, call me father,” he says, smiling at Atsumu with the same smile that he wakes up to everyday.
“It’s great to finally meet ya, si-…” Atsumu freezes at the glare that Tomio gives him. “Father?” he says, unsure. Atsumu breathes a sigh of relief when the glare from the man’s face fades, replaced with a fond expression looking at him as if he were his own son.
“Let’s eat shall we?” she says leading Atsumu to the table next to where Kiyoomi had already sat.
Dinner was going magnificently, Kiyoomi’s parents have been telling Atsumu of embarrassing stories of him that occurred when he was a child. Atsumu’s stomach has been hurting since the start of it all, while Kiyoomi was beside him, pouting and telling his parents to stop slandering him to his boyfriend. Things started to go downhill when Atsumu feels an uncomfortable feeling settling in his lower stomach and he excuses himself to go to the restroom.
“Oh, let me lead you there, Atsumu,” Mari says, standing up walking to the other side of the table. He tries to deny her help, saying that he could find his way on his own if given directions. “Oh nonsense, I’m sure my husband wants to talk to Kiyoomi anyway, you know, the traditional son is coming of age, and all,” she says.
Atsumu laughs a little, and agreeing to what she wants. She leads him down the hall, turning left to find a door, Mari opens it, and Atsumu walks inside. He was shocked when she follows him inside, even more so when she turns to face him, the friendly look on her face gone.
“What kind of magic did you do to get my son to fall for a low-life like you?” she says, coldly. Never, in the entirety of Atsumu’s life had he felt small, but now, he could feel all his dignity shrivel to non-existence.
“I’m sorry, ma’am?” Atsumu replies.
“How much do you need?” she asks.
“What?”
“How much do you need, you gold-digging whore?” Mari says, glaring at him. Atsumu feels the wind get knocked out of him.
“We’ll talk about this another day, I will be planning something for tomorrow, and you will go along with it,” she says before leaving Atsumu to do his business.
He washes his hands and goes out of the restroom, and walking back with Mari to the dining area. Kiyoomi perks up when he sees him, before a look of confusion settles on his face. Mari begins talking to Tomio about whatever she had planned for tomorrow.
“Isn’t that right, Atsumu?” she says, the smile on her face was back. It was scaring Atsumu just how good she was at keeping her front.
“Yes, mother,” he replies, his voice shaky.
“You okay?” Kiyoomi whispers to him.
“Yeah, don’t worry, ‘bout it,” Atsumu says, taking Kiyoomi’s hand under the table and entwining their fingers together.
After dinner, they now stood outside the entrance of the Sakusa mansion, ready to send the two off.
“Are you really sure you can’t stay the night?” Mari asks her son.
“We really can’t, mother, I’m sorry,” he says, kissing her cheek before pulling his mask up to cover the lower half of his face.
“Okay then, Atsumu?” she says, turning to the man in question. “I will just ask Kiyoomi for your number, then we can talk more about tomorrow,” she says, a smile on her face, one that used to assure him, now brings fear.
“Of course, mother,” he replies, as excitedly as he can.
“Omi,” Atsumu says while they were inside the car.
“Yes love?”
“Can I go home to the dorms tonight?” he asks.
“Of course, love, but can I ask why?” Kiyoomi asks in return.
“I left a few of my things yesterday, and I need them to complete a requirement,” Atsumu says laughing a bit.
“But the school year’s just begun?” he says confused.
“I know! I hate it so much!” Atsumu exclaims, hoping that it would be enough to divert Kiyoomi’s attention. Kiyoomi drops him off without a hitch, a kiss on the lips, the promise that they would talk more tomorrow, and the raven was driving into the night. Atsumu, on the other hand, was praying for tomorrow to never come, he had expected the worst to happen tonight, but he hadn’t thought that he would be right. He lays on his bed, his twin snoring on the bed next to his, unable to go to sleep.
When the following day came, he feels his throat close up when a sleek white Lamborghini parked in front of him. The window rolled down revealing Sakusa Mari, wearing a burgundy blazer over a white button up and a matching pencil skirt. He gets in wordlessly, and suffers through a tense car ride. Five minutes into the ride, Mari speaks.
“Tell me, how much do you want?”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but I genuinely love your son,” Atsumu says instead.
“I know of something that may be of interest to you,” she says, nodding to the paper on the console. Atsumu opens it and finds, with chilling realization, his, his brother’s and their grandmother’s profile.
“What is this? Where did ya get this?” he asks, his mind running a mile a minute.
“Just a little something. I heard your brother was planning to start a food business?”
“What does that have to do with us?” Atsumu asks, looking at her, she was already staring at him like he was the greatest scum that walked the earth. Mari was about to answer when Atsumu’s phone rings from inside his pocket.
“Hello?” he says.
“Tsumu, where are ya?” he hears his brother say frantically.
“I’m out for a moment, why?”
“It’s grandma, a neighbor said she collapsed while doin’ yard work, they already took her to the hospital, but we have to get home now, Tsumu,” Osamu says.
“I’ll be right there I just have to grab somethin’. Pack all our bags for us,” Atsumu replies sternly, before dropping the call.
“Do ya have something to do with that?” he asks, his voice short of a growl.
“Oh, no, you know of our hospital, don’t you? We have a partner in Amagasaki, another in Osaka, quite convenient if you ask me, since it also gave me a profile of your parents,” she says, smirking at him.
“I know you’re short of money, Atsumu,” she continues to taunt him.
“Choose, son,” she says condescendingly.
“Fine,” Atsumu whispers, feeling the tears well up in his eyes and fighting to keep them there.
“Please, just leave Samu and my grandma out of this, if anythin’ happens to them, I’m tellin’ Kiyoomi,” Atsumu says.
“You have my word,” she says writing a check for five million yen, giving it to Atsumu.
“Here, a little extra because you made my day,” she says, smiling at him. She drops him off in front of his dorms and goes to their room. They start their journey to Amagasaki with Osamu rambling about how he hopes their grandma was okay. Atsumu can’t help but feel as if he was a bad brother and a bad grandson for thinking of his boyfriend rather than the welfare of his grandmother.
The moment they step off the bus in front of the hospital, Atsumu excuses himself, saying that he will buy them food. Osamu goes ahead to ask for their grandmother’s room as Atsumu goes out the doors, still carrying his bag of clothes. He dials a number that he knows will help him, they owe him after all.
“You better have a good excuse for this Atsumu, I was just about to take off my boxers,” Kourai says.
“I have a favor to ask,” he says, his voice trembling.
Sensing his despair, Kourai immediately calms down and asks what he needed. “I need to borrow Sachi for a moment,” Atsumu says. The silence that stretches out was deafening but Atsumu could only wait for Kourai to reply.