𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚗|𝗼𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗮

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋs

Osamu walked aimlessly around his apartment, thinking of ways to get Suna's
number.

The vibe of the room was very cliche.

Like when the detective was questioning a suspect, the room shaded and little
light coming from the outside.

Osamu could easily turn the lights to the apartment on but this felt right.

The main rooms were decorated with greys and whites.Since Atsumu wanted
nothing to do with the decorating, Osamu took charge in there shared apartment.

Yes, shared.

It wasn't to bad sharing a space with his twin brother.

Other than the fact that Atsumu was always asking for food and he was messy.

How he got a crush on a germaphobe was unknown to him.

So you could say Osamu was the more responsible of the too when it came to
basic things like cooking and cleaning.

"Why ya walkin around like ya got somethin on yer mind"

Osamu flinches and turns around to see Atsumu at the door removing his shoes.

"Shut it Tsumu, I look like I'm thinking because I actually am" Osamu says, sending
him a glare before going back to walking.This time not aimlessly as he walks to
the fridge, pulling out a sandwich and throwing it to Atsumu.

Osamu could always say that he didn't want Atsumu complaining about being
hungry after practice, but he genuinely cared about his brothers health.

"Thank ya very much Samu" Atsumu smiles, unwrapping the package and sitting
on the kitchen counter "whatcha thinkin 'bout"

Osamu contemplated on whether or not to ask the older.

Either Atsumu would get to invested or not be invested at all, telling him to
figure it out.

Taking the chance was a hard game to play and a hard decision to make.

"How do you get someone's number....?" Osamu says, sounding more like a question.
"You sound like that's not what's on yer mind"Atsumu laughs, finishing up the
last of the sandwich.

Osamu shudders even though he's pretty sure he could eat it twice as fast without
a second thought.

"Well it is, so don't laugh yer ass off about it" Osamu rolls his eyes, throwing Atsumu
a water and getting out a sprite for himself.

While waiting for Atsumu to make some kind of remark or suggestion, he cracks
open the can.Ripping off the tap, he places it in a jar, the counting number changing
to '167'.

Yes, he had a jar that counted his taps.

Yes, he had to start over his collection and leave his original ones at home.

Counting the ones in his jar at home, he probably has up to a thousand by now.

Maybe even more than that as he started his collection freshman year in high school.

The crunch of a water bottle interrupted his thoughts as he looked to Atsumu
to see him unsurprisingly chugging it, crunching the bottle to nothing as he
went.

"Ya flirt" Atsumu says "Sunarin 's a hard one to get though"
"First of all, how did y'know it was Suna.Second of all how would you know" Osamu
says, mouth gaping open.

"Ya look at him like a fish out of water and I'm pretty sure half the school has tried
to score a date with our fabulous catcher"

Osamu unknowingly gulps.

"Whatever, I'll figure it out" he shrugs, retreating to his room.
"FIGURE OUT DINNER WHILE YOUR AT IT" Atsumu yells, not moving from
the counter.
"GO PICK UP THE GROCERIES FROM THE LIST ON THE FRIDGE AND I'LL THINK
ABOUT IT"

Osamu laughs, listening as Atsumu hurriedly grabs the list and leaves.

"3.....2.....1...." Osamu counts.

The door slams back open, "I FORGOT MY SHOES, LOVE YA SAMU"

Osamu loudly laughs as the door slams closed again, "he didn't forget his wallet this
time, surprised"

Now back to thinking, how to get SunaRins number.

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I support Atsumu and Osamu actually being helpful toward each other.They
tease each other more than bullying, but that's just my headcannon.

They fights be immaculate though 😗

I've finished my kogagoshi so either expect the prologue to my sakuatsu today or Wednesday.Its a little angsty

Toodles noodles ✌︎︎