𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚗|𝗼𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗮

ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ

It was the second quarter of the first game of the season.Osamu shivered in his
hoodie, pulling the sleeves down.

He was standing, clutching onto the metal gates of the dugout as he watched the
team play.

As he watched he realized just how good Atsumu was at pitching, confusing the
the other teams batting.

It was a skill Atsumu would always brag about in there high school days.

His ability to change his pitch.

Aran was amazing at bat.

Osamu couldn't remember a time when Atsumu came to school not bragging about how
many home runs Aran had gotten.

Which of course ended with Osamu teasing him on why he couldn't get just as
many.

Akaji was a defense master.

Osamu never really liked center field, but seeing Akaji play it made it interesting.

Matter a fact, Osamu never really liked playing defense as much as Atsumu.

Maybe because he liked to be at bat..

Osamu found himself taking a deep breath and shrugging his shoulders.

At least he convinced Atsumu to keep doing something he loved.

Maybe they'd be able to beat Karasuno college this year in championships.

The coach blew the whistle, signaling that the second quarter was over and
half time had now started.

Osamu longed to go to the concession stands and fill up on snacks, but he knew
Atsumu would want him to stay and watch.

He didn't hate his brother that much, not at all really.

"It's just a one point lead, Atsumu" Aran sighs, pushing Atsumu into the dugout by
his head.

Osamu sighs while placing his shaking head on the cool metal gates.

"Fourth quarter we're doing cutters" Atsumu says, staring straight at Suna.
"Or I don't know, just keep doing curveballs" Suna suggests sarcastically.

Osamu lets the two argue, taking the water bottles out the cooler bag and handing
them out.

Suna and Atsumu, but mostly Atsumu, finally stop arguing and come collect there
water bottles.

Osamu rolls his eyes at Atsumu's grumpy behavior, unwrapping an onigiri he made.

"One bite, this is mine" Osamu says sternly, on unwrapping a tiny bit because he
knows that Atsumu would probably take the biggest bite he could.

Atsumu takes a bite and his eyes light up, giving Osamu a thumbs up.

"If there's one thing your good for it's cooking"Atsumu smiles.
"If there's one thing your good for it's eating" Osamu says, eating the rest of the onigiri.

Suna comes to drag Atsumu back to the benches, there offense starting first, muttering
something about not getting caught up in the twins shenanigans.

Osamu takes out his phone as his stomach growls lowly.

𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤-𝕤𝕒𝕟

𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕:𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤-𝕤𝕒𝕟:  𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕘?

𝕄𝕙𝕞,  𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥:𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤: 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨

𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕒-𝕤𝕒𝕟:𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

"Should've asked if they wanted anything" Osamu says to himself.

He dismisses the idea, shrugging his shoulders.

If they wanted anything they could wait until after the game.

He didn't pack homemade onigiri for nothing after all.

But if Osamu started eating that, he would probably never stop.

Even if they were specifically made for the baseball team.

As Osamu puts his phone up, he looks up just in time to see Aran hit a home run.

The bench shifts as Suna stands up, walking to bat.

He throws his hat back and Atsumu catches it with a roll of his eyes.

"No need to show off foxy"Atsumu mutters.
"I'm not a fox, idiot" Suna says loudly because of distance, but not loud enough to be a
yell.
"OUR TEAM IS LITERALLY THE FOXES"

"Pfft" Osamu snickers, side eying they two as they argued from such long distance.

"Just let me bat for gods sake" Suna groans, catching his bat as it was thrown to
him by there coach.

Atsumu goes silent as does everyone else.

Except for there band of course, they were always dramatic.

The whistle blows and they all watch the pitcher throw a curve ball.

Suna doesn't even swing, watching the ball go past him.

Osamu watches confused, turning to see Atsumu neutral.

Suna watches the next ball go too.

But the third one he hits with not hesitation.

The ball goes straight towards right field in Suna's running direction, but right as it's
about to drop into the other teams hand, it dips.

The other team watches it roll off, struggling to grab onto it in time.

But as they did, Suna was already at second base.

'He's kinda fast, even if he was just jogging'

"If Aran's are number one at bat" Atsumu says, head on his chin observing the game "then Sunarin is at a close second"

______

So I was reading the galaxy is endless (and I thought we were too) and thought
I was gonna make it all the way through.

Until Kuroo dropper that cup and started looking at his hands all funny.I had to
go, I cried for hours at In Another Life.

I might just have to try Oikawa's last wishes, I think that's what it's called.

Toodles noodles ✨😌the username has been changed