Would you please make atsumu a lactose intolerant ?? Thank u
C. Wrong Milk | Miya Atsumu
Sorry because this took me a while and it ended a bit looong but... hope you like it and thanks for requesting💘 Atsumu is my debility.
Warnings: description of vomit.
“Tsumu, for God’s sake. Can you fucking hurry?! We’re already late for mom’s Meeting.”
Osamu sighed in a bad way, right before he grabbed his boxed milk to start drinking it. Atsumu, on the other hand was taking a shower because he had woken up late, as their mother left earlier. She had to be there first since it was her job and Osamu understood that.
However, he was annoyed. They really didn’t have time for a decent breakfast now, and It was all Atsumu's fault.
“Damn it, Tsumu! If we don’t get in time because of you I’m going to fucking kill you! You knew this Meeting was important to mom!”
‘‘I’m putting on my clothes! Fuck!”
Osamu threw the now empty boxed milk to the trashcan, as he waited impatiently for Atsumu. Patting repeatedly the floor with his foot.
Atsumu didn’t even dried his hair before grabbing his own boxed milk to drink it in a single sip, as the two of them walked outside their house as fast as they could. They started to run right after Atsumu threw the empty boxed milk in a trashcan.
‘‘Hurry, you stupid!’‘ Osamu yelled with a frown.
‘‘I know! ya’ don’t have to yell at me!”
They had to make it in time.
“W-where’s mom? You see her?” Osamu asks, as they finally got there. Trying to catch his breath because of the running.
Atsumu shook his head, trying to catch his breath too as he steady himself next to the wall.
“That bussy woman.” he said. “I almost threw up in the fackin’ way to arrive early and she’s not here.”
“Don’t try to blame on her, we all know it’s your fault.”
“Shut the fuck up, Samu.”
There was a lot of people inside the building. There were people in suits and other ones were in casual clothes just like them. There was a lot of food too, cocktail and stuff. Osamu was already drooling at that point.
Atsumu sighed with frustration, still annoyed.
“I still don’t get it.” he complained, as they left the wall. “Why mom wants us here? It’s stupid.”
Osamu walked to a table with Atsumu behind, that way he could pick a bit of food since he was hungry. Atsumu just stared at him.
“M-am got a promotion.” Osamu said after putting a piece of cupcake inside his mouth. “It’s not- stupid.”
Atsumu wrinkled his nose.
“When did that shit happened?” He asked, looking harshly at what he could actually eat from that table.
“Last week.” Osamu said, picking up a sandwich this time. “You should pay more attention to her you know.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Atsumu sighed in frustration. “This fucking place doesn’t have anything that I can eat. What a bullshit.”
Atsumu tried to hit Osamu’s butt with his foot, however, someone grabbed him back by his sweater collar from behind to stop him. Samu didn’t hold back a laugh.
“You fucking what? Atsumu.”
Atsumu rolled his eyes when he heard her, as she released her grip with a snort. Samu was still eating, by the way. Clearly entertained with the scene he had in front.
“Stop with those kind of words here, ya’ got it? Atsumu.” The woman was serious, even when she talked quietly. “Ya’ got it?” She insisted, pointing at him and Atsumu nodded, still with that annoyed look on his face. “And you, stop laughing at your brother.”
Osamu wanted to argue when he saw the tiny smile in Atsumu’s face, however, their mother looked so stressed and angry because of it that he just got silent. The people around them were staring a bit.
“You guys are going to kill me someday. Like really.”
“Oh, Ms. Miya!” the woman turned her seriousness into a smile and stopped arguing when she turned to see one of her employees walking to them with a tray full of cocktails. “ It’s nice to see you, congrats on your promotion! Those are your kids?”
Atsumu wanted nothing more than to go home now. He was so hungry that his stomach started to roll inside of him and it started to make uneasy gurgles. Besides, he still can feel the tiredness because of the almost incident on the way there. He had drank that milk too fast.
Osamu just stared at the guy in front of them, he didn’t care who it was.
“Yeah, they’re my kids. Well, not kids anymore but yeah. It’s nice to see you here too.” She said with a wide smile, while Atsumu rolled his eyes as Osamu sighed.
“They've grown so much, I almost didn't recognize them.” The guy said with a smile as he brought the tray closer to the boys. “Do you wan’t some?”
Osamu grabbed two pieces of mini pizzas, while Atsumu shook his head.
“C’mon boy, just one.” The guy insisted and Atsumu wanted to punch him, he was really pissed off.
“He can’t eat those, he’s a lactose intolerant.” the woman interrupted him abruptly, and Atsumu bited his tongue just to not say anything. “But thank you.”
The guy looked surprised.
“Really? Oh, that’s bad.” he said, as he was being called by another guy next to another table. “Well, seems like i’m being called. See ya later Ms. Miya!”
“Why do ya’ keep making me look like a fackin’ poor baby?” Atsumu grumbled when the guy leaved, clearly mad at his mother, who was shorter than him. “This is bullshit. Why the fuck do we even have to be here?”
“What?” Atsumu turned to face Samu.
For her part, the woman just inhaled deeply some air, as she placed two fingers on his temple with a frown.
“Be careful with what you say.” Osamu says, as Atsumu rolled his eyes again.
“You two do whatever you want, go home or whatever. But don’t make a mess here. I don’t care.”
Osamu stopped eating and froze, as he saw their mother leaving. Atsumu still looked annoyed but this time, he looked uncomfortable because of what he had done.
Osamu sighed as he took one sandwich off the table. He knew Atsumu wouldn’t go home after what she said to them. However, he felt bad for him not being able to eat anything in there.
It was his fault for being late and for being a dick, but yeah. He knew that being hungry in a place full of food wasn’t a good thing.
“Tsumu, I took the cheese off the sandwich. You can do the same with the others.” Atsumu turned to face him, both arms around his chest. “And stop being a dick.”
Atsumu peered deeply into the sandwich as he took it with his hands.
“This shitty bread doesn’t have lactose?” Atsumu asked, and Osamu shook his head. “Thanks, looks like I owe ya’ one.”
Atsumu started to eat with Osamu, as they talked about volleyball and other things. However, a few minutes later he felt a bit bloated so he stopped eating. Still talking, though.
It was a feeling of fullness, but either way was a feeling of discomfort. His stomach was gurgling uneasily.
Why? It was supposed that the stupid bread didn’t have lactose or normal milk. Besides, he just stopped eating a few minutes ago... it doesn’t make sense. Maybe he was just paranoic.
Atsumu sighed shakily, placing one hand on his stomach to start rubbing the organ with a disgusting look.
“Mom finally is going to talk.” Samu patted on his shoulder, and Atsumu swallowed down some saliva.
The woman went up on the little stage with a smile, and the people clapped his hands as she started to talk about his proyects with a wide smile. Osamu smiled a bit when he saw her.
However, Atsumu couldn’t smile even if he would like to. He was starting to soak and he felt his stomach churning more than before, like if he needed to use the bathroom badly.
Maybe the milk he had that morning? No, that was impossible. His mother brought him this Lactose-free milk the other day. Maybe it was the consequence for being a dick with his mom.
Osamu didn’t noticed it, because his attention was full on his mother spech of gratitude. Atsumu felt bad for having to stop his happiness but he was really feeling bad.
He putted his fist on his mouth and muffled a tiny burp, closing his eyes a bit.
“Samu.” he patted on Samu’s shoulder, when he felt a gurgle in the bottom of his stomach. He looked a bit desperated. “Samu!”
The gray haired twin turned, clearly annoyed to see him.
“What?” Atsumu swallowed hard, shivering a little. Osamu raised one brow. “The fuck you wan’t now, Tsumu?”
“I-I don’t feel good.” he said with a shaky mutter . “Don’t know why.” Osamu sighed with frustration, this time trying not to capture everyone’s attention as he got closer to him.
“What you mean? Because of what mom said?” Atsumu shook his head. “The hell is wrong, then?”
Atsumu muffled another burp on his fist, and Osamu looked worried this time, remembering the incident of that morning. Atsumu didn’t look too great from his point of view. Suddendly, every colour of his face was gone. That wasn’t a good sign since they were surrounded in a place full of people.
“Fuck, are you going to be sick?”
“So in what way you feel bad? You look like shit.”
“I- I think I need to use the bathroom.” Atsumu muttered, this time breathing and moving uneasily as he closed his eyes and bited his lip. Osamu grimaced at him, looking a bit disgusted but still worried.
Atsumu was white as hell, and his entire body was shivering as his back was soaked in sweat. A gurgle sounded from the bottom of his stomach and he cursed. Trying not to panic because of it.
He was feeling worse as the time passed by.
“Tsumu, just go.” Osamu insisted, clearly worried and anxious. “You look ready to shit yourself here.”
“The fuck, Tsumu? Why do I have to-”
Osamu looked again at the uneasy and queasy face of his brother and he knew immediately that this was more than just indigestion.
Fuck. He thought, trying not to hit him because of his vulnerable state. He felt bad for letting their mom alone in the middle of her speech, but he couldn’t let Tsumu alone either. It was an emergency.
“‘Kay.” Osamu sighed and pushed Atsumu, who opened his eyes. “Move on, you shitty pig.”
Atsumu would have said something or argue If he hadn’t felt so bad, but this time he was more focused on not shitting himself right there. They were practically running to find a bathroom.
A lot of people stared at them when they were running even before they reached the bathroom next to the stairs of the building. Atsumu didn’t thought it twice before going fast inside an empty cubicle, closing the door abruptly in front of Osamu’s face.
Samu sighed again, this time crossing both arms on his chest, as he placed his back on the wall in front of the cubicle. A disgusting sound echoed the entire bathroom with a groan of his brother and Osamu covered his nose with his shirt collar. Just in case.
Atsumu cursed under his breath, he was so embarassed. He even blushed because of it as the time passed by, because he knew it was a public bathroom, but still he tried not to care about it. He felt so bad that even in the bathroom he couldn’t find any relief in his belly.
Atsumu was having a really bad time there.
“The fuck you ate? Nothing that you ate had lactose.” Osamu asks with a frown, like if he was making fun of him. However, he was trying to make him talk, since he was being too quiet.
There was no answer, just a tiny pained groan.
“Tsumu, you ok in there?”
Atsumu buried his face on his hands, wrinkling his nose as he closed his eyes in pain. He was sitting in the toilet and his stomach wasn’t calming itself. He needed to breath, but he couldn’t.
“Tsumu? You’re fucking worrying me.” Osamu says, knocking on the cubicle door as he got closer. “You okay in there?”
Atsumu suddendly felt something revolving inside of him and he burped wetly on his fist. Everything was so disgusting and his middle was bloated as hell, making pained cramps and gurgles every damn minute. The blonde wanted to cry, as he released another belch, this time wetter than the other one. It came with an acidic taste.
He started to feel nauseous.
“Tsumu, fuck.” Osamu grunts. “Can you at least answer me?”
“I’m not fucking okay Samu, stop it!” Atsumu didn’t meant to yell at his brother, but he was feeling too bad to care.
Osamu sighs, trying to ignore the few people who entered the bathroom and leaved after doing their things.
“What can I do for you?” he asks, softly this time. “You were fine in the morning, what happened?”
Atsumu swallowed down some foul-tasting saliva. Still trying to breath without gagging because of the smell.
“I don’t know.” he answers, his voice harsh and shaky because of the increasing nausea inside of him. “But whatever the fuck I ate, it only wants to come back up from every part of my fackin’ body.”
Osamu grimaced at the deep belch his brother realeased. It sounded from the pit of his stomach.
“You gonna be sick?” Samu got alarmed.
“Open the door.” Osamu says in a sigh. “Or you still shitting?”
Atsumu flushed the toilet as he stood up, finishing his thing before unlocking the door to let his brother in. Osamu tried his hardest not to gag.
“Well, bad news.” Osamu says, as Atsumu kneeled in front of the toilet with a suppressed gag. “You're rotting yourself like a zombie.”
“Are you sure you’re not actually in the decomposition phase of a dead body?”
Atsumu shook his head in discomfort and belched wetly inside the toilet, releasing an amount of saliva inside of it. The nausea was almost overwhelming him, everything felt so bad inside of him and his stomach hurted like hell. Osamu leaned down next to him, placing a hand on Atsumu’s back as he rubbed circles on it.
Osamu was still trying to remember what made the blonde sick, since he was pretty fine that morning. It didn’t made sense to him. Unless... no, they have drank Atsumu’s milk and not his.
Atsumu placed a hand harshly on his stomach under his sweater, trying really hard not to cry in there as another wave of nausea rocked his body. Another wetly gurgle sounded from his stomach.
Osamu couldn’t end his sentence, because Atsumu belched a mouthful of putrid liquid inside the toilet, splashing it sickly in the not so clean water without even knowing. He coughed harshly at the end, feeling too gross to even breathe.
“That’s was a nasty one.” Osamu says, wrinkling his nose but still rubbing Atsumu’s back as it jerked again under his palm before another round of pale brown liquid splashed harshly inside the toilet.
Atsumu had a lot of tears running down his cheeks at this point, as he felt like if he was exploding himself there. He felt the awful taste of acid with rotted milk and gagged hard, throwing up again non-stop.
“Easy, Tsumu.” Samu said, as he watched in horror the actual firehose next to him. “Try to breathe, shit.”
Atsumu retched harshly again, closing his eyes as he grabbed his stomach with both hands. This time sick poured out from his nose so he coughed again, gagging hard and loudly at the end. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
Osamu gagged unconsciously, still covering his nose as Atsumu retched one more time. Nothing but bile and saliva was coming out from him now, but he seemed to still wanting to throw up.
“Tsumu, you have nothing to throw up.” Samu said, when he saw the in between sob Tsumu left before he gagged again. “Try to calm down.”
He was still rubbing his back, as Atsumu tried to calm down, still grabbing his cramping belly. Osamu flushed the toilet when he saw him move off to grab a piece of toilet paper and after that, he blew his nose.
Atsumu threw the now dirty toilet paper in the trashcan, before spitting saliva inside the toilet.
“Like shit.” Atsumu almost whispered, and Osamu took his hand off his back. “This is Karma, don’tcha’ think?”
“She’s not actually mad, Tsumu.” Atsumu bited his lips, still rubbing the angry organ. “Besides, I don’t think this is Karma. Did you saw what milk you drank this morning?”
Atsumu wrinkled his nose in confusion and as a consequence of a cramp.
Osamu scratched his neck, a bit guilty. He even turned his face so he couldn’t see him.
“Samu, what the fuck ya’ mean? Ugh.”
A loud gurgle sounded from his stomach and Osamu winced a bit.
“I... think you drank the wrong milk, I just took the first ones I saw and-”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Osamu tried to apologize, however, it was better for him to run. He knew that better than anyone.