BROTHER, BE GONE|| Miya Twins
Genre: Humor, slice of life, fluff
Summary: Your brother is a complete mess … But you still kinda love him.
Note: Hello! Thanks for checking this fic, I know it isn’t great and that is has a lot to improve. My requests are open and constructive criticism is accepted.
Chapter 0.4: The good brother
When your friends fawn over your older brothers every other day, squealing about how they were probably the best brothers and how lucky you were to be their sibling, all you can do is laugh incredulously their childish fantasies. Warm and caring Atsumu and Osamu, acting sweetly towards you was such a foreign subject. The day that the twins happen to act that way, you actually will fear that the end of the world is coming near.
Really, it was hard to explain to others that you didn’t have this calid, protective older brothers who loved to be by your side all day. It’s not like you hated them or anything like that, it’s just that the type of bond you guys had was not like a shojo manga kind of thing. They fact that they weren’t affective or doting was no problem. You got along with them, mostly Osamu, laugh with them, mostly Atsumu, and got annoyed by them, by and at both of them. You were just like any other siblings, they were your irritating older brothers and you were their obnoxious little sister.
So when one of their younger teammates asked one day during recess time how were them as siblings, you merely answered with a rise of your shoulders and the most uninterested “average” at his question. Clearly, you didn’t expect to hurt their pride, especially the blonde’s pride but you did. In his mind this was a catastrophe, he was the best at everything he did (with an exception of school, of course), unstoppable, and now his little sister comes and tries to shatter his reputation? No freaking way. Atsumu felt the obligation to prove you wrong, to demonstrate how superior he was. No one could ever beat him, not even at being good brother.
Ad after a long day of practice and planning, came up with the perfect idea… He just had to show you he was the best brother ever.
The next morning was going on suspiciously smooth, too smooth for your liking. There wasn’t any early fight between them like you were used to, there wasn’t a whining Atsumu complaining or an overly tired Osamu scolding him nor laughing at him . In fact, Atsumu reminded quiet during breakfast, something rare that was perturbing to your poor nerves. It was weird. Not hearing him complain, grumble or bickering was disturbing in a bizarre way, like suddenly the one next to you wasn’t your brother, the one you knew.
The anxious feeling sat in your stomach as if telling you something wasn’t right. It was hard to ignore your gut when the sensation grew heavier and heavier. Maybe he was plotting something, and Atsumu thinking for anything besides volleyball was definitely not good.
School went on and you choose to forget everything about your two brothers, rather focusing on the overly boring subject being explained by your teacher. Things went back to normal for the few hours, when you didn’t have to think about anything besides what was in front of you, and you almost enjoyed being away from the twins. At lunch, though, your day turned even weirder when you noticed the mop of bleached head peaking from the doors of your classroom.Of course there he was, your luck was never great enough to lessen your burdens. Atsumu waved at your direction, making you look around to see if he was really talking to you and not some other person.
“Yes, I’m talking to you, [Y/n]-chan” the lack of a nasty nicknames scared you, the call of your name was abnormally warm coming from the same guy who often called you ‘goblin face’ when he saw you in the mornings. He later motions you to come closer to him with his hand, immediately suspecting that the reason of him being so amicable was him wanting a favor from you, which made a lot of sense in your mind right now.
Atsumu grins when you’re next to him, his arm coming to engulf one of your shoulders in a half hug, and while every girl that is still on your classroom squeals at it, you see through the good boy façade. “What is it? Did you forget your lunch money? Mom told you to stop losing it, I’m not giving you more money” you rant without waiting to hear him, already scolding him because of his clumsiness until he hums a negative.
“No, no. I already got my lunch, I guessed I just wanted to invite my little sister to eat with me. 'Thought it might be a good idea if you ate with my friends and me”. He sounds so fake in this moment that even when his smile is sincere, you’re completely doubting his good intentions.
Maybe, if you get him to explode now, he will tell you what he wants instead, leaving this little act. “Osamu told you to stop lying,'Tsumu. You don’t have friends”.
The happy face waivers for a second, losing composure at your words, but he is quick to change it back, as if nothing had happened, as if you hadn’t made fun of him just now.
“Don’t be silly” is what he says before he’s dragging you somewhere else. The walk is fast and quiet, the same fake smile still plastered in an annoying reminder that this was not how your brother usually is. Most of the time, he wouldn’t even glance at you at school, ignoring your existence all day until it was finally time to go home, if he was feeling generous enough to bless you with his presence, it would only be for lunch money, or some times, to steal your actual lunch.
The sudden change of heart didn’t sit well with you. The same pissed haired dude that tells you how ugly you look every single morning, the same dud that eats the secrets snacks you were saving up for later, was now pretending to be the perfect doting brother. It made no sense to you and the whole thing was honestly starting to creep you out and making you uncomfortable.
He was so out of character, never had you see him pretend to love you and care for you the way he was doing it right now.
Soon he stops at Osamu’s classroom, where you can see Osamu, Aran and Suna talking in peace, your other brother munching calmly some yakisoba bread with gusto while the tallest of the three chatted animatedly but still as calm as Osamu, a tranquil aura surrounding the trio. After they see you being dragged by Atsumu they all throw questioning eyes at him, still with their serene demeanor. Atsumu doesn’t need them to talk to know that they are demanding an answer to this. Sure, you’re pretty cool and they don’t particular dislike you, but you have never spend your free time with them.
“Our cute [Y/n] was all alone in her classroom so I decided to bring her to eat with us!” The nice adjective felt disgusting and foreign to you, maybe even for the rest. Maybe your brother was abducted by aliens and this was just a replacement, because no way in hell would he call you anything like “cute”.
The other guys notice too how unusual his behavior was, talking so sweet to you and the hypocrite smile plastered all over his mouth.
Your eyes met Osamu’s, trying to comprehend the situation you were placed in.
'What’s up with him?’ the grey haired shrugs his shoulders, letting you know he is as confused as you are.
“Well what are we waiting for? Let’s eat!” It was just too much to handle.
About to lose your mind, you separate as fast as you can from Atsumu and step closer to Aran, as if he was some sort of protection. “Osamu, what’s wrong with Atsumu? He’s acting weird, did he hit his head again at practice?”
Atsumu’s act drops totally in surprise, amused by the way you’re talking, as if he was not there, listening to you. He expected a better reaction, something like a cute little sister would act on those girly mangas and animes he was watching last night to come up with this
“Oi, what are you doing? You’re scarying your sister” the older one f the group scolds him, ready to make him stop as if disturbed too by Atsumu.
“Not only her… He’s kinda scarying me too. What did you do? Are you trying to steal your sibling’s lunch money again? Did you break something?” Suna, who wouldn’t involve in this mess if it weren’t for the chills that Atsumu’s act brought to his spine, spoke coldly.
“Eh?! That’s not it, Suna. How low do you thing of me?”
“Very low” is his answer.
They all now are eyeing him with disgust, trying to decipher his true intentions. “I swear I’m not stealing her money or anything evil. Let-let’s just eat. I’ll show you I have no ill intentions”.
And so do you eat together, a desk pulled apart to you could seat next to the boys, smushed between Suna and Aran, staying awfully quiet in the conversation they were having, that had now returned to its previous curse ignoring today’s shenanigans. Osamu and Aran are still wary of the blonde twin, while the fox eyed boy decides to ignore what happened in favor of finishing his own food, a silent agreement to forget about Atsumu. Is not that bad, to listen to them talk, the easy going interaction was comforting in some sort of way, and while you were entertained, it still felt a little awkward, feeling like an outsider (an you admit to yourself, that you were pretty much one). Aran, who has a gentle heart, intends to soothe you a little by making small talk with you.
“[Y/n], this is your first year at high school, how are you feeling at Inarizaki?” He smiled fondly, a fraternal charm you had never ever witness in the tone of his voice causing you to relax at it. His attempts do calm you down and you find yourself returning the smile.
“Well… It’s quite different but I’m still enjoying it. This school,my friends… I like it very much!” it’s hard not to feel embarrassed about the corny choice of words you use, and the tips of your ears are slightly hot. The atmosphere turns nice and warm with Aran petting your head. But it doesn’t last long.
“Of course she likes it here, after all, her big brother is here to watch her and protect her” Atsumu’s interruption only makes you sour, and the others can’t believe what he just said.
“Yeah, I guess she has me in case you do something stupid that could harm her” Osamu speaks nonchalantly, not even turning his attention from his food when dissing his brother.
Suna doesn’t even try to council the burlesque sneaker that comes from his throat, finding rather comical Osamu’s commentary.
“Hey! I’m a good brother!” the older twin speaks bitterly protesting.
"Sure, sure” Suna comforts him, and it’s more like if he is making him shut up. His uninterested eyes are still on his food, picking up something with his chopsticks in a lazy motion.
Silence is the only thing you share with them for a while, finding yourself more comfortable when not speaking. The portions of vegetables and rice are disappearing from your lunch box, meekly eating them at the same time the boys talked, and practice as the main topic of the conversation. Soon, and still a little coy, you begin to enjoy the flow of it, giggling at the inner jokes they shared (that Aran calmly explain to you). You think then, that maybe this isn’t that bad.
“Ah, the Miya siblings are really something else” Suna voices more to himself than for the rest. The three of you are looking at him with curious eyes, processing what he was implying “Well, is just that all of you have different personalities. If I didn’t know you three, I wouldn’t guess you were family”
Atsumu seems more desperate upon hearing that, and in waves his hands frenetically. Was his plan not working? Were you not seeing how a great brother he was? Nonsense, he is the absolute best and he will show you and them
“Nonsense! We’re like, super close, aren’t we [Y/n]?” he’s looking for something, a rather antsy expression all over him “Here, I got you this cookies. See? Really close” without hesitation, he takes one of the cookies and placed it one your mouth unexpectedly. It collides with such a force that you almost choke.
A break of the most unattractive set of coughs hits you like a train. Aran and Suna pat your back in panic, attempting to help you pass the piece of cookie, too scare to see you die before their eyes, but that’s not the worst part.
Osamu stands up immediately.
“You idiot, this are strawberry cookies” he throws the cookies at the blonde twin, who is confused at the outburst at first, until he is slowly connecting the dots.
Aaran turns at them after successfully saving you from choking. “Oh no?” It’s immediate, the sound of you coughing again, and when he watches you he starts to panic again. Suna notice it too and holds your shoulder to support you.
“[Y/n] is allergic to strawberries!”
At the end of the day the situation is not that bad. You eat delicious jelly at the hospital and you miss two hours of math class.
“He tried to kill her. Kita-san, you had to see it, Atsumu’s crazy. Poor [Y/n] is at danger.” Rintaro is explaining the whole deal next day, the mockery evident.
“I was just trying to make her say that I’m a good brother, okey? Desperate times call for desperate measures” he’s fast to defend. He bounces the ball a few times with frustration, deep grunts forming in his chest.
Osamu lifts one of his eyebrows, curious now because of his brother.
“You never cared about it, why start now?”
“Why? She said that we were avarage brothers, Samu, avarage. I don’t know about you, but I, I am the best at everything I do”
That answer earns him a ball to his face
“Im sorry I almost killed you”
You act like you are meditating his question for a couple of seconds “Mmmh…Yes, you are a good brother”
“You are not Aran-senpai”
