when he overhears you speaking to one of your friends about confessing to your crush soon, osamu prepares himself for the worst.
he’s always been in his brother’s shadow, and nearly everyone who has ever talked to him did so for the sake of getting closer to atsumu. just because you two sit next to each other in class and talk a lot doesn’t mean you are automatically different. it could be that you only smiled at him the way you do because you somehow knew that osamu thought about you 24/7, and you liked playing a little game on him.
and so what if you got along with atsumu? and when you three would walk to and from class together, you would butt heads and he’d smile at your behaviour. it didn’t mean a thing, did it?
except it did. and he is more than annoyed at that.
“well, why don’cha asked her out?” atsumu asks his brother that day as they walk home, “she could be confessin’ to you.”
“i dunno’,” osamu replies as he stares at the ground, “jus’ think she’s not gonna’ ask me, ya’ know?”
“yer’ an idiot, ‘samu,” atsumu dodges a whack in the head, “go n’ ask her out! this is yer’ chance!”
“ugh, whatever, tsumu…” osamu doesn’t say anything more, but he secretly hopes his brother is right about this. he plans to ask you out tomorrow after school.
but his plans get interrupted when he and his brother get to their shoe lockers and a letter sits in atsumu’s. they stare at it as atsumu carefully unfold it.
it’s a confession, but not just any — it’s yours. osamu would recognise that handwriting anywhere.
“dear miya,
“i have been wanting to say this for the longest time — i have feelings for you. it has taken me so long to gather the courage to admit this to you in hopes that you reciprocate my feelings. you are kind and genuinely funny, and your smile makes my heart burst. i think that you’re one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met.
“i do not expect you to answer me straight away, but know that i wait for your response. thank you for being such a wonderful person to me. i couldn’t imagine a better person to be near.
“l/n”
atsumu slowly turns to his brother as he rereads it ten times now.
“osamu—”
“i knew it.” osamu interrupts as he slams his shoe locker shut and trudges into the building.
people watch him as he marches passed them. when he makes it to his homeroom, you’re sitting at your desk and scribbling down something on your notebook. he takes a deep breath in and sits at his spot.
“oh, osamu,” you mumble out as you see him, “i, uh… did you see my letter?”
“‘course i did.” his voice is sharper, which catches you off guard.
“y—yeah? what do you think?”
“i don’t wanna’ talk about it,” he grunts as he looks away from you, “i don’t even care.”
you stare at the back of his head before deciding to be quiet. perhaps he just wasn’t in the mood to talk.
at lunch, osamu and atsumu usually eat with the volleyball team in the cafeteria, but atsumu can’t help but feel his brother’s sadness radiate ofd him. he excuses himself from the table and makes a beeline for you.
“yo, y/n,” atsumu speaks up. you and your friends look up from your food to see the heartthrob staring at you. “can i talk to you for a sec?”
“oh… sure,” you say as you get up. you follow him outside the building to talk in the empty hallway. “is something wrong?”
atsumu rubs the back of his head. he doesn’t know how to explain his rejection, it’s different because he knows that osamu genuinely likes you. usually, he’s just flat out say it. but this was hard.
“look, about yer’ confession—”
“why didn’t osamu like it?” you interject with your hands playing with each other. you stare at the floor with furrowed brows. “i don’t understand…”
“huh?” atsumu scoffs with crossed arms. he doesn’t understand you. “what are ya’ talkin’ ‘bout? osamu’s in love with you, y/n!”
“but,” you mumble with hot cheeks, “he—he said he didn’t care!”
“oh my god, y/n,” atsumu groans with a roll of his eyes, “of course he’d care about you confessin’ to his brother! why else do ya’ think he’s pissy?”
you freeze up at that and don’t say a word.
“look, i’m just here to say that i don’t return yer’ feelings, okay?” he sighs to you, “and i don’t think i ever could. i just see you as a friend of my brother’s, and i would never do that to ‘samu.”
“who… said i was confessing to you?”
it’s atsumu’s turn to be confused. he tilts his head.
“you… what?”
“i was confessing to osamu. i—i mean, i didn’t put his name because i got a little nervous and wrote it very formally, but still,” you explain to atsumu, “i wasn’t… the letter wasn’t for you. i’m sorry, no offence whatsoever, atsumu. i just… i just see you as my friend’s brother.”
“oh crap,” atsumu facepalms and wipes his jaw, “you put it in my locker by accident, ya’ idiot.”
“what?” you shriek in embarrassment, “i—i’m sorry, i thought osamu’s locker was the top one.”
“well, now you know it’s mine,” atsumu chuckles out. he reaches out and ruffles your hair. “go n’ talk to yer’ boyfriend, he’s been down all day.”
“i’m sorry, atsumu,” you apologise again with an embarrassed face. he feels kinda’ bad after spending the whole day being angry at you. “ah, this is the worst! no wonder he hasn’t spoken to me all day…”
“yeah, how could ya’ fuck up so bad?” he laughs at you.
“‘tsumu!”
“i’m not gonna’ help you, loser!” atsumu claims as you jab him in the stomach, “this ain’t my mistake.”
“ugh, whatever, just—”
the cafeteria door opens and out walks osamu. he looks left and right before he sees the both of you standing close together.
“atsumu,” he calls out, “c’mon, kita wants to talk to us.”
“r—right!” he walks over to his brother as you stare at your peer. osamu refuses to look at you.
“osamu,” you say to him as his brother walks back into the cafeteria. osamu stops on his tracks involuntarily, and can’t find himself to continue on. he lets you come closer. “can i talk to you after school today?”
“i have practice.” he responds.
“i can wait,” you say hastily, “just want to talk to you.”
he glares a little at you for a bit, but then reluctantly nods his head. you let him go and decide to finish your lunch with your friends and explain to them your situation. you get a few giggles, but you can’t blame them.
you watch from the entrance of gym as the twins practice their attack. the other players are resting and drinking from their bottles. you try to hide from around the corner and keep and eye on the younger twin, but you get caught by the captain.
“kita!” you jump as the captain blocks your view, “i’m sorry, i’m just waiting for the twins to finish.”
“you’re waiting for osamu, right?” he asks you as he looks to the said twin, “he is usually a little late to practice because he likes to walk you to your bike.”
“i’m sorry.” you sheepishly say.
“it’s fine,” he replies, “you wanted to speak to him? you may wait inside, if you’d like. it is cold out there.”
“oh? hey y/n,” suna calls out to you as he wipes his forehead, “come to watch?”
before you can say anything, kita is escorting you to sit on the stage. he lets you out your bag beside you and even asks if you’d like to see a little practice game while you were here. you say ‘yes’.
osamu can’t help but look over his shoulder at you every time a point is scored and he gets to catch his breath. one of the last times he does that, you’re already looking at him and wave a little. for a moment, he forgets everything and he waves back too but he doesn’t hear the whistle blow. he does, however, feel the volleyball hit the side if his head.
“hah!” atsumu laughs out loud from the front line. he watches his brother fall back with a red mark on his cheek. “pay attention, dumbass!”
“shut up, fleabag!” osamu groans from the floor. the game stops and everyone crowds around him.
“okay, let’s just get him up ‘n get a sub,” aran says as they lift the guy up from his feet. they walk him over towards you. “l/n, can you please look after him? make sure sure he doesn’t sleep.”
“o—oh, yes, okay…” you mutter back as osamu holds the side if his face and slumps beside you. he furrows his brows and looks away from you. “are you okay? you were doing pretty well.”
“yeah? betcha’ didn’t even notice with yer’ loverboy showin’ off his muscles for ya’.” he grumbles out.
“can we talk about this morning, ‘samu?” you plead, “it was a huge misunderstanding.”
“yeah, it was.” he says back to you.
you go quiet and look back to the practice game. the whistle blows, spikes are hit and points are won. you’ve begun to lose interest after what osamu had said to you. admittedly, he feels a little bad for being so rude to you, but he doesn’t go on.
deciding to not embarrass you more, you hop off the stage and grab your bag before you walk to the exit. osamu watches carefully at how you clench your fists at your side and you ignore how suna calls your name.
the practice goes on like normal and osamu joins the game soon after you leave. when training ends, atsumu smiles at his brother and walks beside him on the way home.
“so, how’d it go?” he chirps, “did y/n talk to ya’?”
“i didn’t wanna’ hear it,” osamu retorts as he trudges through, “it—”
“what? ‘samu, you idiot!” atsumu groans as he wipes his face, “y/n likes ya’, and messed up the confession by puttin’ it in my locker. i went to reject ‘em but i found out and told ‘em to tell you the truth.”
osamu stops as stares at his brother in disbelief.
“yeah, look at yer’ dumb fuckin’ face now!” atsumu shouts as he points an accusatory finger at osamu, “you two, i swear to god…”
“i—i’ll be right back, meet ya’ at home, ‘tsumu!” osamu shouts loudly as he begins running.
he knocks at your door ten minutes later, frantically waiting for you to answer. he’s huffing and puffing with his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck.
when you open the door, in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, hair undone, he holds his breath.
“osamu? what’re you doing here?” you ask him.
“i really like ya’ and i wanna’ take ya’ out on a date,” he blurts out without letting you explain. his exhales turn into puffs of cold smoke while he stands outside. your face begins to freeze just by opening the door. “i’m sorry for bein’ a dumbass n’ not listenin’ to you. atsumu told me everything and—”
you take his freezing hand and pull him inside and close the door behind the both of you. osamu shuts up as you press your warm hands to his face.
“god, you’re shivering, ‘samu,” you point out. you drag him to the kitchen and grab your blanket from the couch. wrapping him up, you heat the kettle. “i’ll make you some tea.”
he lets out a small hum in thanks. now he’s embarrassed to say anything.
“it’s okay, osamu,” you tell him, “i get why you’d be so upset. but i really wanted to confess to you… i’m sorry too. do you think we could—”
as you turn around to him, osamu is already making his way to you. he presses a kiss to your lips as he wraps the blanket around the both of you. your hands find his waist and you tug him closer as you melt against him. osamu, ever the inexperienced, is much too eager for a taste of you. he is a bit of a messy kisser, but once you reach a hand up to hold his cheek and guide him, he’s found his groove.
you were a good kisser. he wonders if you’ve thought about kissing him as much as he’s done to you.
when you pull away, he’s as red as a tomato.
“you better.” you chuckle as you kiss where he was spiked in the face.
“i’ll go out with you, ‘samu.” you say softly to him.
“thank you,” he replies, “i promise i’ll treat ya’ well.”
his phone begins to ring. pulling away, osamu sees his brother’s name pop up on his screen.
“GET BACK HERE N’ GIVE ME THE KEY, OSAMU!” atsumu begins to yell at osamu, “IF YER’ DONE MAKIN’ OUT WITH Y/N, I WANNA’ GET INSIDE N’ OUT OF THE COLD ALREADY! IF YER’ NOT HERE IN TEN MINUTES I’LL KILL YA’!”
“okay, okay, ‘m sorry,” he quiets down, “say ‘hi’ to y/n.”
“hey, y/n,” atsumu says to you.
“hi, ‘tsumu.”
“get yer’ boyfriend over here before i freeze my tits off, ya’ hear?”
“okay, ‘tsumu.”
he hangs up without another word. osamu takes off your blanket and folds it on the couch as you turn off the kettle.
“‘m sorry, i forgot to give him the key.”
“it’s okay, ‘samu, just make sure you two get warmed up,” you retort. you walk him to your door and even holds him hands, bring them to your lips and try to heat them up. “i’d hate for you to be sick on our first date.”
“right…” he whispers out. you smile at him.
“get home safe.” you say to osamu after you lean up and kiss his cheek. he nods at you before walking off in the direction of his home.
he’s got some dumb smile on his face once he reaches his house. atsumu, however, is squatting down by the door with his scarf wrapped around his face and his hands tucked under his pits. he’s red with annoyance.
“‘bout fuckin’ time, asshole,” he grumbles out as osamu pulls out the keys from his pocket, “ya’ tell me to leave my keys at home but forget to gimme’ yer’ set. in the dead of winter. look at ya’, you’re smilin’ like it’s nothin’!”
osamu opens the door and allows atsumu inside first.
“me n’ y/n are goin’ on a date.” he tells his brother.
“oh, is that what you were ‘bout to sacrifice yer’ brother for?” atsumu grumbles out as he sets the heater on a warm temperature, “finally you two are together.”
osamu smiles to himself as he heads to his room. you have lovely handwriting, now that he thinks about it.
