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smells you and is weird about it
Amon Saga by Yoshitaka Amano / Anime V magazine (01/1991)
You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They’re not way off. STRANGER THINGS: SEASON 4
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oh my god two words in that just UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE
All hope is lost so quickly I can’t stop laughing.
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“Okay :(”
He went straight to Acceptance. He didn’t even go through the five stages of grief. He just started at Acceptance.
I can translate for anyone wondering what he’s saying. The dialogue roughly goes something like
“Hopefully the owner of the car behind me will next time consider if-oh shit. Okay.”
thanks for the context omg
no way home spoilers without context
atsumu miya has always been fearless.
growing up, he’s always been the brother to fight off the bugs, bullies and creepy bedtime stories for osamu, and even at school, he was the one who made sure to keep all the older kids from mistreating the both of them— even if that did eventually earn him the very bitter reputation he had of being … an asshole.
but still — if you ask osamu yourself, ( he’d deny it at first ) he’d say something along the lines of how lame and uncool his twin brother is, but you’d both know anyways that there is a truth in it.
atsumu isn’t scared of anything — he doesn’t get scared of losing, he doesn’t get scared of bugs or getting hurt or creepy ghost stories — and that’s always been something he’s prided himself of.
but apparently, he was wrong.
“so, remind me again how long this trip is gonna be.”
atsumu smiles, watching from the foot of the bed as you pack away your clothes in a small luggage bag.
it’s a slow sunday, a nice, peaceful day mostly spent in bed (courtesy of atsumu not allowing you to get up before him) with the soft drizzle of rain perfectly setting a tone in the atmosphere.
it’s almost evening now, a few minutes ‘til six, and with the continuous ‘tap-tap-tap’ing of raindrops on your bedroom window, you’re reminded of the possibilities that it might rain tomorrow too.
“it’s two days — and barely a trip.” you don’t look up from the pile of clothes you’re sorting, “you can live without me for two days.”
atsumu snorts, rolling his eyes just as he throws a pillow in your direction, this being the second time he’s done this today.
it’s a college trip you’re going to — with two whole days headed off to another part of japan for your class’s research studies — and you can’t help but be plain excited for it.
( when you first told atsumu about it, he seemed almost as excited as you were, right off the bat offering to pack your bags for you and made you a shopping list of all the things you’d need for a trip. )
you look at him as you fold clothes, “do not throw a party while i’m gone.”
“i throw the best parties.” atsumu scoffs, his head falling back onto the bed as his legs dangle off the side.
and you say, completely ignoring him, “don’t forget to feed the cat.”
“i feed the cat all the time.” he scoffs harder, “i have never seen you feed him.”
your eyes crinkle, amused at the specific tone he’s taking with you.
“if anything i should be the one telling ya these things.” he frowns, continuing his moping, “yer a horrible person to be married to.”
and you wave him off, laughing as you continue to pack, “such a whiny boy.”
he was so excited when you first mentioned you were going on a field trip and a few hours later, he came barging into the room, eyebrows furrowed and all, yelling, “i just realized you’re leaving me here!”
“are you just gonna lay there?” you smile, a laugh almost intertwining with your words as you look at him; eyes closed, laid back and all.
atsumu peaks open an eye, “i’m not gonna help you pack away to leave me.”
osamu miya is hiding something.
he denies that he is, he denies everything that you’ve tried to insinuate, but ever since this morning — ever since you’ve made that offhand comment about moving in together — he’s been all shifty-eyed and panicky.
you initially made that comment as a joke. something to lighten the mood seeing as he’s been so awkward around you recently, but when he acted the way he did, something tells you he definitely received it the wrong way.
its just about seven in the evening, almost closing time for the infamous onigiri miya, and you sit comfortably on one of the tables close to the cashier, laptop in front of you as you prefer working closely to your boyfriend.
it’s almost always been like this — you with your laptop out, typing away whatever you need to be typed, and osamu walking by every thirty minutes with a glass of water or tea or whatever excuse he’s come up with to mingle with you.
but today — the lame excuses for the mingling has stopped.
osamu has barely said anything to you all day, aside from the “hey, you,” and the “ya want anything?”, he’s been completely silent.
“you almost done?” you look up from your laptop screen, calling to him as he’s taken the first time all day to walk to your table.
“hm.” he hums, tired and all, “busy day.”
osamu slumps down on the seat in front of you, the restaurant having been cleared of all the satisfied customers for today, and for the first time, taking his short moments with you.
he looks at you, face propped up with his right hand as he stares.
you look back at him, and he immediately looks away — osamu, pinkish in the face.
this is weird. your boyfriend is acting like a teenager pining for you right now, and whilst that’s not really out of the usual — it’s weird that he’s being so fidgety about it.
“samu,” you push your laptop aside, “is something wrong?”
and he blinks, “ya think something’s wrong?”
considering that he’s been avoiding you all day, has been falling into whispers when he talks to atsumu on the phone, and strategically staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking — yes. you think something is very wrong.
( atsumu visited the restaurant earlier today, a big smile on his face as he slapped osamu harshly on the back, yelling something about “finally doing something right for once in his life!” and saying “take numerous pictures or yer dead meat.”
but the second they both saw you walk in the room, not only did their faces drop, but you’re also pretty sure osamu stepped on atsumu’s foot once or twice too.
you asked them what they were doing, but all atsumu told you was - in close tears, as he hugs you - “we’re having a brother bonding moment right now. please leave.”
and that was it. )
so yeah, something is very wrong with osamu miya.
“you’re just,” and you smile at him, “acting weird.”
“i am so not!” he scoffs, his own smile coming through as he looks back at you, “you’re the one who’s being weird.”
now, it’s your turn to scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head, “do not call me weird, i sat here all day watching you be the weirdest person on the planet.”
“well, why were ya watching all day?” he leans forward, “that’s weird behavior if ya ask me.”
you smile, rolling your eyes, “you are twelve years old.”
and osamu leans back, a smile on his face that prides himself of his tone, “that’s what twelve year olds tell each other when they’ve got nothing else to say.”
and you laugh, “this is a very mature conversation we’re having.”
osamu smiles wider, his shoulders slightly raising as a little bit of a laugh escapes his lips, and for a second, he just looks at you, a glint in his eye.
he slides your laptop over to the side, leaning in over the table to be closer to you, and you do the same, following suit with a trail of laughter.
osamu smiles, “i can do something to make it more mature.”
atsumu is planning something, and you know, — unfortunately so — because he’s watching you sleep.
every night for the past three days, when you’re sleeping, you can feel him turn and prop himself up on his palm, breathe in and out, and just lay there next to you … watching you sleep.
and whilst others could argue how it’s horribly romantic for him to do that — you know atsumu long and well enough to know that he is planning something.
“hey!” atsumu’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his hands bouncing on your shoulders as he hops around your space, a wide wide smile on his face as he sees you for the first time today.
“i thought i was gonna pick ya up.” he tells you, his smile slightly feigning into a frown as he does so.
“i wanted to save you the trouble.” your eyes crinkle, “and also, samu promised me free onigiri if i got here early.”
today is onigiri miya’s grand opening — for the second time.
( the first time was a year ago but osamu got the restaurant moved to a much more convenient place a little bit last month and now he’s holding a rather small party with friends and family to celebrate. )
“you have to stop letting my brother lure you into betraying me.” atsumu groans, and the hands he had on your shoulders fall lower onto your waist.
you shake your head, smiling, “but he is such a good cook.”
with atsumu’s new contract with the MSBY BLACK JACKALS, it meant a whole bunch of new changes in your relationship.
he was gone more and more and sometimes, the only few moments the two of you would see each other was when he’d go home to your apartment or when he’d visit you at your college campus.
it was a hard change, but between his promotion and your final year in university, it was a change that was well-welcomed anyway.
“hi.” atsumu smiles, holding you close by the waist, appreciating that he met you by the doors of the restaurant, clearly abandoned by the other guests of the party.
you laugh, your arms looping around his neck, as you repeat, “hi.”
his eyes crinkle, a laugh on the verge of his lips, but with a smile, he leans closer to you instead, and closing the gap between the two of you until his smile touches your lips.
he could be away from you for two seconds or two years and he would still miss you the same.
the sun is starting to set, and with it, the party’ll probably begin too.
as close family, it’s only natural for you and atsumu to be early, but now, as the excitement of the night starts to arise, you feel pretty damn proud to be so close to this event right now.
atsumu pulls away, his smile the same as you first saw him today, and he leans in one last time to give you another peck on the lips.
your shoulders rise, and you smile, “come on, let’s go find samu.”
you and atsumu are not in a fight.
well, at least, according to him, it’s not a fight, because for it to be a fight, both sides need to be participating in the fighting, and since he claims that he’s not participating in it, it would not make it a fight.
he isn’t fighting with you — “i don’t wanna argue with you!” he says, toothy smile and all — but you are most definitely fighting with him — “must be because you know you’re gonna lose!” you say back, just as in love.
“why do you look like that?” sakusa snaps him out of his thoughts, looking at him briefly before settling back into reality.
atsumu isn’t looking so good. not only did he have to get out of bed an entire hour earlier than he usually does, but he also had to wait in line at this cafe all the way across town for two cups of coffee.
there’s a groan lodged in the back of his throat. he’s already so tired and so sleepy, and he doesn’t even like coffee.
he looks up, stifling a yawn as he shrugs, “i’m as hot as ever, omi.”
and to that, as expected, sakusa rolls his eyes, standing casually near his teammate as he finally notices the two cups of coffee in his hands.
“at least you’re still good for coffee.” sakusa shrugs, reaching out for one of the cups.
atsumu swats his hand away, “not for you.”
( and sakusa feels the need to scoff because don’t friends get each other coffee? and has atsumu miya not been breathing down his neck all year for him to finally admit that they’re best friends forever? )
“ooh, coffee!” shoyo chimes in, his usual smile adorning his face as he runs to where atsumu and sakusa stand, hands grabby for one of the two cups in the former’s grasp.
atsumu swerves away from shoyo’s approach, shaking his head, “not for you either.”
shoyo falls, his shoulders dropping as he’s shot down by atsumu’s gesture, and he looks at sakusa, who — as the same as him — is noticeably more frowney than usual.
it’s not even eight in the morning.
the main doors in the big gymnasium opens, and with it, everyone turns their heads to anticipate who the newcomer is.
atsumu knows who it is — he knew who it would be — in fact, he was counting on it.
“hey!” atsumu runs over to you, his morning slump apparently over the second you walked in those doors.
you don’t usually find yourself in atsumu’s work place so early, you visit from time to time, but never in the mornings since you find them still so scattered and drowsy when you do.
you joked that atsumu works with insomniacs, always up so late and up so early, and atsumu, with a straight face, tells you, “i work with psychos.”
(and he never mentioned a name, but you’re pretty sure he was talking about bokuto and hinata and sakusa.)
this morning, atsumu had asked you to come meet him earlier than you usually do because he had something “super-duper important” to tell you.
and you might’ve been in a fight with him now, but you’ve never been one to stand him up when he’s asked to meet.
atsumu gives you a smile, “i got you coffee.”
( and in the background, for some reason, both sakusa and hinata scoff, shaking their heads in disappointment as they both yell, “boo!” )
“yeah, you can keep your stupid coffee.” you keep a playful smile on your face as you cross your arms over your chest.
"don't say that in front of them." atsumu gapes, covering the coffee as he fakes a hurt expression on his face.
he scoffs, shaking his head, "they're amazing coffee, not stupid, and i had to wait twenty minutes in line for them at that one cafe you love so much."
"i already told you i'm not gonna do all 'this' with you until you reschedule that dinner with your parents." you reply, still not accepting the coffee he persistently tries to hand over to you.
to put it simply — atsumu miya is refusing to have dinner with his parents.
and that’s fine, it wouldn’t bother you at all since it’s his life and his family, but ever since he’s been “strategically” dodging their calls, his mom started calling you — and that’s where you get involved.
the last time they’ve invited you out for dinner, atsumu had made osamu call them and cancel for the two of you, because apparently, you were too sick to go out and atsumu was too busy taking care of you to call them himself.
( “why am i the sick one?” you complained, a yell dying in your throat.
atsumu, smiling and nodding proudly, “cuz i’m too strong and healthy to be sick, they’re never gonna believe that!”
you threw a pillow in his face. )
and now — well — now, you’re not not in fight.
Are you sure that’s a real spell? Well, it’s not very good, is it?
nanami is giving you the cold shoulder.
which — by the way, in your opinion — is incredibly childish for someone his age.
“can you pass me the salt?”
and he slides it over to you by pushing it with the side of his fork, not once even looking up from his newspaper to spare you a glance or anything in the form of an acknowledgment.
you narrow your eyes, “really?”
he doesn’t respond.
so, the two of you are in a bit of a fight.
not that either of you would admit it, but ever since you got back from your latest mission, everything between the two of you have been, to put it simply, icy.
“you are twelve years old.” you sit back on your chair, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him not even attempt a reply at that.
there was a mission assigned to anyone who would take it last week. whilst it was advised that no one go for it just yet, it’s not like it was forbidden for you to accept it anyway.
you were capable, and it was dangerous, but so is every other aspect of your job as a sorcerer, so you took it — and you did a damn good job at it.
your phone rings from your pocket.
“gojo?”
it’s barely ten in the morning on a sunday, and last you checked, gojo had no reason to be calling you at this date and time, especially not after that big mission you just got back on.
you don’t miss the way nanami slightly perks up at the call.
“shibuya?” you nod along with what gojo’s telling you.
apparently, the first years are in need of some help in something currently happening in shibuya, and whilst gojo would handle it himself, he’s tied up with another task in tokyo at the moment.
he told you he’d call nanami about it instead of you, but he figured you’d be at the same place anyway, and according to him, his odds of you picking up the call was far greater than nanami’s.
you look over to the man sitting across from you, unbothered and deep in his newspaper.
you ask gojo, “when?”
he tells you ten minutes, and you look at the clock, then at nanami.
he’s still upset with you, after a week of being home, after a week of that mission getting done and over with — he is still upset with you.
nanami doesn't yell, he isn’t a yeller, and even if he was, he would never ever raise his voice at you.
no, the way he’s upset with you is different. he is freezing you out, and he wants you to know it.
you take one last look at the clock, and you tell gojo, “i’ll be there soon.”
you tuck your phone back into your pocket, thanking whoever willing to listen for your meal and for the fact that you’re already dressed and ready to leave.
today was supposed to be a mellow day, but it appears, you can’t have that too.
“it’s your day-off.” nanami cuts in before you could do anything else, but he doesn't really look up from his paper.
he flips from one page to another, “does gojo satoru not know to not call people when they’re on break?”
this is probably the first time he’s spoken more than three words to you all week.
there's a boy in your bed.
well, that much is given, seeing as you are married to that said boy in that said bed, but what's different in this particular scenario is that that boy in that bed is — to put in nice terms — aggressively staring at you.
now, you know what this is about - you know why kuroo tetsuro (the boy in your bed) is not-so-subtly pining for your attention - but as much as you want to cave and give him what he wants, you choose to go against it.
you have a test tomorrow: a big, important test that's full of dates and names needing to be memorized, a test that's been haunting you for the past few weeks now — so no.
you will not be giving the boy in your bed any attention tonight.
a pillow is thrown over to the side of your head.
"kuroo tetsuro!" you turn around from your table, "you did not just throw that pillow."
and kuroo, with another pillow in hand, yells back, "come to bed already!"
he is a twelve year old boy on a roadtrip constantly asking the driver of the car - which happens to be you in this situation - the annoying loop of words over and over again of "are we there yet?".
"no!" you yell back at him, "i don't go to bed with losers!"
and apparently, you're just as immature and childish as he is.
there's another pillow thrown at your head.
now, if this was any other night, if tomorrow hadn't been test day, maybe, just maybe, you would've left all common sense and retaliated, giving kuroo exactly what he wants by sparing him attention, but no - you are calm, you are responsible, you are holding out, and you are -
another pillow hits your head.
- so going to kill him.
sometimes, atsumu finds himself regretting not going to college.
it's only for small, short periods of time though. nothing much to mull over if he's really talking about it, but sometimes, moreso, in this case, right now, he finds himself a little more immersed in the thought than usual.
the decision to not go to college is completely his, no one forced him into it. it's all completely on him.
"and the professor just kept going on and on about how this was such a missed opportunity for a better tagline, and i wanted to say that i agree with him, but sir, your pants are falling down."
it’s a thursday morning, and usually he’d find himself very busy at the gym working on some of the reps his coaches told him to brush up on, but it’s his free day today, and what better way to spend that than visit you at your college?
your arm’s linked with him in a casual manner, like it’s something the two of you have done for forever, and he stops walking only when you stop walking.
"are you listening?" you pause your story to ask, the cup of coffee in your hand easily matching the one in his own.
"hm?" atsumu smiles as he looks at you, "no."
you nudge his side, "i resent that. i'm a very good story-teller."
a second passes in the air.
walking around campus like this, enjoying your free time with each other, it’s just something that you’ve been wishing for a lot lately.
it always feels like you’ve been missing each other so much, and now that he’s finally here, with you, it still feels like something is plotting to happen.
"hey," you stop walking, looking at him briefly as you do, "you still didn't tell me why you're here."
you love his unannounced visits, you love him waiting outside your classroom because he just happens to know your schedule, with your favorite coffee in his hand as he tells you how he wanted to surprise you.
atsumu looks at you, "i wanted to visit."
and you raise a brow, teasing, "because we already don't see each other at all at our house that we share and go home to everyday?"
"yes, exactly." he rolls his eyes, his grin playing free on his lips, "plus my mom called cause she knew i had a free day today and i needed a valid reason to not tell her that samu and i are in a fight."
( osamu asked atsumu to housesit for him the other day and apparently, atsumu never agreed to it, but osamu was under the impression that he was.
long story short; osamu came home to a very messy house and his plants on the brink of dehydration.
they’ve been ignoring each other for days, but osamu still sends you onigiri every sunday with a note “if you share even a bite with tsumu, i’ll know and the onigiri will stop coming.”)
"so instead of telling your mom you can't go to samu's today because the two of you are still in a childish fight that could really easily be resolved by someone saying "sorry", you chose to spend your one free day all week at my college campus."
your tone is questioning, but the laughter rising from your throat breaks your expression.
"yes." atsumu answers straight up, turning to you briefly with a teasing grin, "and i love hearing you talk about your professor and his weird pants."
of course, he was listening.
"hey, miya!"
the reply you had dies in your throat as you’re both interrupted.
your head turning slightly upwards to see who it is that called, and you only really half recognize the girl who approached you two as one of your classmates.