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It was nearly the end of December, and the warmth inside the Miya household was such a stark contrast to the chill outside. Snow dusted the edges of the windows, twinkling with the soft glow of the string lights Atsumu had—poorly—hung across the living room. The scent of cinnamon, pine, and something vaguely savory drifted in from the kitchen, where Mom was humming to herself, prepping for the upcoming holiday dinner.
I curled up on the couch in a fluffy blanket, knees tucked under my chin, watching the chaos unfold in front of me.
Osamu and Atsumu were yelling at the TV screen, each gripping a controller with white-knuckled intensity. The latest round of some fighting game had them cursing at each other with all the fire of an Olympic match. Every so often, Atsumu would yell "bullshit!" and Osamu would just smirk, smug and satisfied.
We'd been dating for a little over three months now—officially. I'd long since gotten used to the way the Miyas yelled more than they spoke, the twin banter, and how their mom doted on me like I was already part of the family.
Honestly? I liked it here.
Osamu glanced over at me between rounds, the corners of his mouth lifting in that slow, knowing way that always made my heart do something stupid. He reached out, casually brushing my ankle where it peeked from under the blanket, a subtle check-in that somehow still made my stomach flutter.
"Ya comfy over there, princess?" he teased, voice just loud enough to make Atsumu groan.
"If she's bored, I'll let her play winner," Atsumu added, stretching his arms overhead. "Which is me, by the way."
"You're literally down by three rounds," I said, deadpan.
"Shut up," he muttered, and Osamu cackled.
I shook my head fondly, watching them dive into another match. The Christmas tree in the corner twinkled with mismatched ornaments and old family photos, soft jazz playing low beneath the sounds of game-induced chaos. A few wrapped presents sat under the tree, more surely to appear in the next day or two.
Suddenly, Mom's voice cut through the crackling sound effects.
"Yuki-chan!" she called, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she stepped into the living room. "What are your plans for Christmas?"
I blinked, surprised but smiling. "My brother's coming over to my place. We'll probably just cook something simple and hang out."
Mom tilted her head slightly, brows knitting. "Just the two of you?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "It's usually just us during the holidays. Nothing big, really."
She clicked her tongue softly, hands on her hips. "No, no, that won't do. You should both come here. You're already family, Yuki. And your brother's welcome, too. The more the merrier."
My eyes widened a bit. "Oh—I mean, are you sure? I don't want to intrude, I—"
"Nonsense." Mom waved me off, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Osamu already eats enough for three people. What's one more plate?"
"Hey!" Osamu called from where he was still halfway tangled in his controller cord.
I laughed, touched. "Okay... I'll ask him. I think he'd really appreciate that."
Mom smiled warmly. "Good. There's always room at our table. And I make extra karaage every year anyway. Something tells me your brother will like it."
I looked down at my hands, heart swelling a little at the thought. My brother had never really been part of a big, cozy dinner like the ones the Miyas seemed to have every year. It might actually mean a lot to him.
Osamu leaned over then, placing a soft kiss on my temple as he handed me a spare controller.
"See?" he murmured. "Told you you're stuck with us."
I took the controller with a grin, fingers curling around it as I flopped down beside him on the couch. "Good. I kind of like being stuck with you."
Across from us, Atsumu scoffed dramatically. "Gross. Can we keep the PDA to a minimum while I'm tryin' to win here?"
I smirked, nudging Osamu with my elbow before turning my full attention to Atsumu. "You? Win? Please. I've seen toddlers with better reflexes."
"Excuse me?" Atsumu whipped his head toward me, nearly dropping his controller. "I've literally won three matches in a row."
"Because I wasn't playing yet." I sat up straighter, eyes glinting mischievously. "But now that I am, you better prepare to lose, Miya."
Osamu chuckled beside me, already setting up the next match. "Careful, 'Tsumu. She's ruthless when she's confident."
Atsumu narrowed his eyes, gripping his controller like a lifeline. "Tch. I ain't scared. Let's see what you got, rookie."
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, a cocky little smile tugging at my lips. "Oh, you're gonna regret those words in about three minutes."
Mom peeked in from the kitchen again, a knowing smile on her face as she watched us bicker and laugh like siblings. "Don't break the TV before Christmas, okay?"
"No promises!" Atsumu shouted, already panicking as my character landed a solid combo.
Osamu just leaned back with a lazy grin, watching his girlfriend absolutely demolish his twin with brutal, button-mashing finesse.
I laughed wickedly. "Should've known better than to trash talk when I was holding the controller, Atsumu."
"THIS IS A FLUKE," he whined, and Osamu couldn't stop laughing.
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I glanced at the clock and sighed softly. It was getting late, and I knew I had to head home.
"Alright, I should probably get going," I said, standing up and stretching. Osamu and Atsumu both looked up from the TV—Atsumu still a bit salty but grinning.
"Don't forget to practice for the rematch," Osamu teased, ruffling my hair as I passed by.
"I won't," I replied with a smile, waving goodbye. "Thanks for today."
I slipped on my shoes and stepped out into the cold December air, the crisp breeze brushing against my cheeks as I walked next door to my house.
No sooner had I stepped inside than my phone buzzed loudly in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Kageyama's name flashing on the screen.
"Hey, Tobio!" I answered, settling onto the couch.
"Yuki, I just wanted to check in," Kageyama's calm voice came through. "How are things?"
I smiled, feeling warm despite the chill outside. "Actually, something nice! The Miyas invited me—and you, too—to Christmas dinner at their place."
There was a brief pause on the other end before Kageyama spoke again. "Really? That's... good. You should go."
"Yeah, they're super welcoming. And Mrs. Miya said the more the merrier." My eyes lit up at the thought of my usually quiet brother joining in.
Kageyama's voice softened. "I'll try to make it. It would be nice to spend Christmas with everyone."
I nodded, though he couldn't see it. "I'm glad, Tobio."
We chatted a little longer before saying goodnight, leaving me feeling hopeful and happy as I settled in for the evening.
