hello everyone! just coming in to say one last message (( :
I thought about it for a bit, and I debated if leaving a final message was needed, but I couldn’t shake off the fact that I made such wonderful memories with so many of you guys, and it would so rude of me to leave without a proper good bye — especially for my regular anons/readers that have interacted with me.
From this point forward, this blog will now be archived. This might come out of nowhere for a lot of you guys, but it’s been on my mind for quite some time. The vibes on this blog felt a bit icky and I just wanted a new pace of things also be able to have my fics in one blog, rather than two. I know I've moved blogs not too long ago, but this will be my final good bye on sunaerin/kithsunaa — all my fics are currently on private with my side on lock, so I ask that you respect my decision and leave them be. These fics will be reposted or reintroduced through new edits in the near future.
Once again, thank you guys so much for such a wonderful time.
Love you all, tremendously. don’t forget to take your meds, take things slow, breathe, and never forget that you’re loved !!
something about a man in a clean white collared shirt, no neck tie and with the top button undone, with his cuffs scrunched up to his elbows… with his shirt loosely tucked into his pants so you can see his plump ass, as his belt sits nicely on his slim waist — further accentuating his triangular dorito torso?? he pulls you in for a hug, as he sits on the edge of the sofa, after a long day so that he can finally get his rest — where he’s safely tucked in your arms as he softly brushes his lips along your neck while you run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as you feel him melting into your touch. both indulging in moments where no words need to be said but just the muted beatings of your honest hearts... this type of man and his vulnerability has got me weak in the knees, straight down bad.
another day, another night of going to bed hoping sunarin will appear in my dreams 😴 … everyone say good night to rin !! He’s brushing his teeth to get ready for bed too
I wonder how Atsumu would’ve reacted like when Osamu told him he didn’t want to dye his hair with him anymore. I bet he felt so betrayed, literally pouting and cursing at Osamu while he dyed his own hair by himself, getting so frustrated when he couldn’t reach the back of his head all too well.
But in actuality, I’m sure Atsumu actually took it pretty hard because he’s always been the same with his brother — doing everything together and spending every moment together, even wearing the same set of clothes… and it wasn’t until Osamu decided to quit volleyball, and now this being another aspect of separation from him that Atsumu realizes that he feels truly alone without Osamu being there, and he starts to understand what fear is.
Despite being the older twin, he realizes he relied on Osamu a lot more than what he gave credit for and it takes him awhile to feel comfortable in his own skin. And he often catches himself automatically adding Osamu to his plans, just like how it was while growing up… and it breaks his heart just a tad bit when he faces the reality that his brother is person of his own, carrying a life outside of his, unable to truly understand each other’s stress and burdens, and living a different pattern of life than what Atsumu dreamed and planned of since he was young. Osamu was always in the equation for Atsumu.
But for Atsumu, being the more sentimental twin, to accept that it’s no longer Atsumu + Osamu but Atsumu and Osamu now… I’m sure it took him sometime and many lonely hours to be okay with that.
Imagine Atsumu coming into Onigiri Miya just moments before Osamu's about to clean up the store and close — tired, drained, and simply exhausted from the crap the media gave him about "losing his temper" or “only ever amounting to being the nation’s second best setter” or whatnot. Osamu will most likely act as if his brother is a burden and elicit a harmless banter, only because he knows that's what his brother needs — normalcy, going back to their younger roots of being twin brothers — fighting, making each other stronger, and being there for each other through thick and thin… for Atsumu to breathe and finally be himself for just a tad bit.
"Why are you here, get out. I'm about to close." Osamu stared at his brother with his arms crossed on his chest.
“Shut up, just let me stay here for a bit," Atsumu grumbled as he made his way over to take a seat.
Osamu doesn’t stop him; he just makes his way over to the kitchen, taking out the ingredients he’s prepared for tomorrow’s orders.
“what did you do this time?"
"nothing..." Atsumu grumbled with his face plastered to the counter.
"I just cleaned that, you shithead. And that's not what the news channels said..." Osamu would respond as he knowingly prepares some food for Atsumu despite just storing all his supplies and ingredients.
And there Atsumu would go on a spiral, ranting about his day, just releasing the tension that he's built up throughout the weeks without knowing that his brother was making him food... just like when they were younger. But this time, they weren't fighting each other for the last piece; instead, Osamu was sacrificing for his brother, quietly making Atsumu's favorite as he listened to him vent.
"Here." Pushing a plate of freshly made Onigiri, hands busy as he cleaned up and put the leftover ingredients away.
And in response, Atsumu would simply look up with a small smile on his face with a tear about to shed, throat feeling a bit tight as he saw his brother’s underlying actions. He wouldn't say it was because he was emotional (despite that being exactly the reason), but rather a touch of gratitude over his weary heart.
"thanks..." Atsumu would mumble as he took in a large bite.
"You look ugly when you cry."
"Samu, did Mom ever teach you to shut the fuck up sometimes?"
"Nah... Mom always told you to do that."
(and off on the side, neatly packed was a bento made for Atsumu to take to practice the next day knowing his brother was always bad at taking care of his meals on his own.)
...
And when Osamu gets back home, freshly showered and ready to go to bed... he'll end up tossing and turning because the thought of his brother lingered in his head far too long than he liked — despite Atsumu being on his mind almost on the daily.
Making an excuse that he couldn't sleep, simply unwilling to admit the fact that Atsumu's burdens were still a burden of his own (that he willingly still bore...) he'll pop open his laptop to take a look at the articles and comments about his brother, going through Atsumu's social media accounts... only to report every single malicious comment and account, and liking any comment that defended his brother, hiding under the username, "atsumuistrash," confusing the fuck out of everyone because that account was infamous for shitting on Atsumu.
Yea, at times Atsumu could get nasty, Osamu knew this far better than anyone else.
But, only he got to shit on his twin... and whoever crossed that line would be met with the wrath of Osamu, because... despite being the calmer one, despite being the less emotional one, despite being the more logical one… Osamu still carries the same blood as Atsumu.
And he could get just as nasty, if not, be even more than his older brother... it’s just that Osamu had the freedom to do it secretly and without guilt. No one could mess with his older brother aside from him.
