Atsumu sighed as he watched his twin pacing back and forth around the room. Osamu has been feeling nervous since they woke up and all he wanted to do was to punch the gray-haired male's face.
But, no. He didn't want to ruin this day for his twin. As much as he's annoyed with his twin most of the time, he cares for Osamu nonetheless.
And he wanted this day, his twin's wedding day, to be perfect.
He sipped on his iced coffee – a caramel one which he came to like – while waiting for Osamu to calm down but his twin continued to walk back and forth.
"For the love of gods please calm yer ass Samu!" He shouted to which Osamu sighed. "How the hell could I calm down? What if Rin suddenly changed his mind and decided not to show up at our wedding?"
Atsumu frowned. "Don't ya trust Suna enough?" He asked that made Osamu stopped and sat down on the armchair with a big sigh.
"It's not that... I'm just scared he realizes that I'm not the one for him, that he doesn't wanna marry me and he becomes a runaway groom." Osamu hid his face in his hands.
"Ya really love Sunarin huh?" Atsumu said. "Of course I do. Why would I marry him if I don't?" Osamu glared at his twin.
"And I know my best friend, 'Samu. He wouldn't say yes to yer cheesy, cringe, proposal if he doesn't love ya back." Atsumu said as he tried to comfort his twin.
"Yeah..." Osamu started to calm down.
"Yeah, yer right. Thanks 'Tsumu."
"That's why I'm yer best man right?" Atsumu cheekily smiled to which Osamu just rolled his eyes.
"Speaking about best man... How are ya and the groomsman?" Osamu asked with a teasing tone.
"No one talks about that right now, 'Samu. It's yer day with my best friend so shut up about me." Atsumu said as he finished his iced coffee.
"Eh? Ya keep avoiding it. Are ya ashamed or what?"
"I'm not ashamed of Omi-Omi." Atsumu glared this time that made Osamu raised an eyebrow.
"Then why can't ya fill me up with some details? Aren't ya dating way back before Bokuto's wedding?" Osamu asked.
"About that..." Atsumu scratched his cheek. "He was just a stranger who agreed to be my fake date when I sat on the wrong table." He admitted.
"Wait what?" Osamu widened his eyes.
"My real date stood up on me the last minute and when I arrived at the venue, I kinda sat on table seventeen instead of eleven. And then I met Omi-Omi and I wanted ya to get off my back about dating so I asked him to be my fake date and bam!" Atsumu said.
"And he just accepted it like that? Did ya sell any parts of yer body or what?"
"Hey! Omi-Omi did accept it without anything in return. Errr, actually I promised him coffee but we didn't see each other after 3 months. We met again at Kita-san's wedding! Turns out Kita-san's a supplier on his coffee shop and yep."
"Oh wow, if that ain't fate I don't know what is," Osamu said that made Atsumu chuckle and nodded.
"But yer dating now right?" Osamu asked.
"Again, about that..." Atsumu scratched his nape.
"Oh my god don't tell me yer fake dating again this time." Osamu wanted to punch his twin already.
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𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | sakuatsu short fic
FanfictionSakusa Kiyoomi sat alone on table 17 as people started gathering at the dance floor. He frowned at the sight and took his glass of champagne that became his sole company throughout the night until a stranger with pissed-blonde hair decided to change...
