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synopsis: fighting with osamu is how atsumu determines you’re the love of his twin’s life | includes: fluff, arguing, timeskip!twins, mentions of marriage, briefest mention of alcohol | masterlist
Atsumu realizes you’re the one for Osamu the first time he meets you.
It’s late Friday evening. The two of you are running late to a dinner Osamu had set up for the two of you to meet (since Osamu wanted to make sure his twin wasn’t completely opposed to the woman he was dating as Atsumu was usually very good at reading people). Atsumu has been sitting at a table alone for the past ten minutes, anxiously flipping between checking his watch, the door, and the text his twin sent about the details to make sure he hadn’t messed up.
By the time Atsumu is about to hit send on the text asking for his twin’s whereabouts, he sees two figures approach through the glass door. One is a woman very obviously arguing, and the other is the splitting image of Atsumu himself if he’d kept his natural hair color.
Atsumu watches Osamu’s mouth pull into a frown and his brows furrow. His twin responds with something that adds a gallon of gasoline to the fire that is anger burning the woman beside him alive. The blonde twin narrows his eyes, already disliking you. It’s supposed to be the first time he’s meeting you, and already, you’re picking a fight with his other half. He’s already making up his mind to stick up for his brother when he catches it.
Osamu opens the door for you mid-insult.
Now this is a sight to see. Atsumu is keenly aware that when his twin is upset all hell breaks loose. Osamu was the calmer one. The peacemaker. The pacifist. However, when his buttons were pushed enough, he became the worst person to be around.
He fought dirty. Insults digging at your deepest insecurities, moving all your stuff around so you can’t find anything, slamming doors in your face just to emphasize his anger.
But Osamu does none of that with you.
Instead, he opens the door like a gentleman and guides you toward the table with a hand at the small of your back. He absorbs your insults like a sponge, and when he finally reaches the table, he pulls out your chair for you and takes your coat off. Through all of this, you’re berating him. Until he sits down next to you and puts his arm across the back of your chair, you’re arguing with him.
“Hey, sorry we’re late,” Osamu finally says after you’ve turned away from him with crossed arms and a look of annoyance. “Got caught up. Hope we didn’t keep ya waitin too long.”
Atsumu shakes his head. “All good.”
His eyes are trained on you as he addresses his twin’s apology. Osamu notices the calculation behind them. Immediately, Osamu knows he messed up. He wanted Atsumu to like you, and picking a fight with you on the way to this restaurant, putting you in a sour mood, and allowing Atsumu to bear witness to it all was not the way to go about it.
Osamu’s cheeks suddenly become absorbed with a light blush. “Er, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” he introduces. “And this is my twin, Atsumu.”
Atsumu keeps his eyes trained on you, watching as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. He’s slightly taken aback when you force a smile onto your face and hold out a hand for him to shake. “I’m so sorry about how we walked in,” you apologized. “It’s so nice to meet you. Samu’s told me a lot about you.”
Samu.
The blonde grins a little, accepting your hand to shake. “Pleasure’s all mine.”
From there, Atsumu chooses to kick off the conversation with some background information about himself (and by extension, Osamu). The laughter is easy between the three of you. By the time the waiter comes around to take drink orders, the tension between you and his twin is completely dissolved. He wonders for a moment how the two of you would’ve solved this conflict had he not been there.
But then he remembers there’s more pressing matters. Like the fact you used the very same nickname for Osamu that he’d been using since they could talk.
Atsumu’s not dumb. He knows how his twin gets about people using that nickname. When you’d said it, the name flowed off your tongue so smoothly. And Osamu didn’t recoil at all at its usage.
The blonde smiled as he watched Osamu gently rub your arm. “So…” Atsumu trails off. “How long have y’all been datin?”
Once again, the blush returns to Osamu’s face. “Six months…”
“Six months?!” Atsumu bellows just a little too loud. The table next to you looks at the noise, but Atsumu couldn’t care less. “Samu, are ya kiddin?! Ya normally tell me the second ya start talkin to someone! I’m yer twin!”
Osamu winces, but he knew this was coming. “Sorry. Just kept forgettin to tell ya.”
It’s not even been fifteen minutes since the two of you showed up, and already Atsumu has noticed three abnormal things about his brother. You make him different. Forgetful and less censored and too affectionate— even when you’re arguing. It makes Atsumu almost sick. The sight of his brother so soft and uniquely himself around you.
Yep, Atsumu determines in that moment. She’s good for him.
Atsumu keeps up his antics: picking at his twin, charming you, observing your interactions under the lens of his sharp gaze. The dinner breezes by smoothly, and by the time the bill has come out, Atsumu’s pouting. You’re not only good for his twin, but you’re fun to be around. Atsumu really doesn’t want this night to end.
“You’re paying for Atsumu too, right?” you ask Osamu when you notice everything is all on one bill.
Atsumu watches his twin’s mouth drop in disbelief at your request, but he notes how Osamu doesn’t argue. He simply grumbles something about Atsumu having his own money before slipping his card into the check book and setting it at the end of the table for the waiter to access easily. Atsumu can’t help but laugh at the whole situation. It catches your attention, causing you to look at him curiously.
“I like ya lots!” Atsumu confesses. Half because he’s tipsy and half because you’re the best girlfriend Osamu has ever had. “Please promise to say yes when this kid proposes to ya.”
“When?” Osamu asks, brow raised in a silent question.
Atsumu meets the eyes of the identical face sitting across from him. He nods. “When.” The seal of approval.
Osamu tries and fails to hide the giddy smile that climbs onto his face. His hand moves higher up your arm, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You look between the two with furrowed brows and a grin. Obviously some unspoken exchange had occurred, and you were sitting on the outside of it. But you didn’t have the heart to break the moment. Not when both of them were as jolly as some kids on Christmas morning.
It feels like no time has passed before the three of you are walking out into the chilly night. Osamu opens your car door and helps you inside, then, for the first time, the twins are left alone.
“So…”
“She’s freaking amazin,” Atsumu gushes. “Ya better treat her right because if y’all break up, she might just win me in the divorce.”
Osamu rolls his eyes and shoves his twin shoulder at his ridiculousness. “Shut up,” Osamu says. He waits for Atsumu to stand back up straight before speaking again. “It’s a good thing I don’t got any plans of breakin up with her then, huh?”
“No plans of breakin up and also plans of gettin married, right?”
Osamu huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”
“Great. Now make sure to give her my number and tell her to text me when she’s available for brother-in-law bondin time!”
guys i actually love atsumu sm. anyways pls like and comment if you enjoyed. i really love reading what y’all though abt this. and as always, feel free to reblog. thanks for reading!
this whole thing is hilarious. Absolutely hilarious
I really enjoy the brotherly dynamic. I like that they clearly love and care for each other. I like that Atsumu retains his sharpness. It's so funny how he goes from ready to be offended for his brother to - hold up...he held the door open?! While angry?!
The fact that Osamu is described as essentially a sleeping bear: he's the calm one...until you tick him off enough and then you get to see what he was holding back the whole time.
“Ya better treat her right because if y’all break up, she might just win me in the divorce.”
THE WAY I SNORTED. PLEASE. CUSTODY?! YOU'VE BEEN ADOPTED BY THEM?! I CAN'T PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT
August 9th!! Is the official and hopefully final return date for Morgana and Oz. It will have 110 episodes in total! Thumbnails are mostly done now. I just need to finish drawing the last 5 episodes. Once weekly updates resume there shouldn't be any more breaks. Also working on volume 5 of the physical books with volume 6 being the last.
I can't wait for you to read the ending!! Thank you so much for being with me on this journey 💓
LOOK AT OZ. HE'S SO PRECIOUS! and so is Morgana! Of course!
I originally started following Miyuli for their tutorials especially with how solidly constructed their art is and how they explain that construction! and this comic has so many lovely dynamic angles and posing and a cute story to boot
I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.
For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"
It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"
I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
On encouraging reblogs —
I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!
But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.
As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.
So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.
I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
The banana bread currently baking in your oven made your kitchen smell absolutely divine.
You couldn’t help but linger around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for your latest creation to cook in the oven. Your mouth was already salivating from the fresh, sweet scent that tickled your nose with each deep breath you took. It was almost taunting you as you idled around your kitchen, eyes glued the oven as you tapped your fingers against the plush skin of your arms, practically counting down the seconds.
You stared at the closed oven door for a long moment, silently gnawing on the dry skin that clung to the corners of your plump lips. This was the first time you had made banana bread. It was a lot more simple than you realised and your favourite part had been mashing the ripe bananas in a bowl before mixing everything together with a large, wooden spoon. You fretted a little while you waited, sending a prayer to the higher heavens that it would come out okay. Your small anxiety started to eat away at your nerves the longer you waited.
Perhaps you could crack open the door and chance a small peek? Just to make sure it was okay and that it was rising properly. Surely, there would be no harm in having just a smidge of a glimpse? You crept toward your oven, raising your hand to reach for the oven door. Before your fingertips could even graze the handle, your cooking partner finally decided to speak up.
“Don’t even think about it” Mydei said with a firm tone. “Leave it alone.”
Your shoulders jumped up to your ears in surprise, a sharp breath whistling through your teeth as you gasped. You immediately snatched your hands back like something had just burned you and you quickly whipped your body around to face the almighty Prince Mydeimos. A pensive frown was etched onto his lips, strong arms folded across his broad chest as he stared fiercely at you. He lost a fraction of that intimidating aura when you were reminded of the frilly pink apron he was wearing over his regular attire, the pink cotton creating a stark contrast against the cold gold of his armour. You had to swallow the smile that wanted to worm its way onto your face. It failed and you didn’t notice that your lips quivered into a wobbly smile as you tried to regain your composure.
“I just wanted to check on it” you said, curling a strand of your hair around your fingertip before tucking it behind the curve of your ear. “Just to make sure it was alright.”
Mydei’s gaze softened a fraction but the stern look etched onto his features did not ease yet. “You’ve done all you can” he replied. “Just trust the process and do not disturb it.”
A small little huff blew out from your nose. You had asked Mydei to help you bake today as a way to spend more time with him, knowing that he liked to cook and bake in his spare time. You hadn’t baked for years and you thought it was a great opportunity to get back into it. You hadn’t realised just how stern Mydei was in the kitchen. He reminded you a little bit of a drill sergeant when he was giving you all the measurements of the ingredients. Still, you really appreciated his help.
You couldn’t help but wring your hands together as you tried to calm your nerves and occupy your thoughts with something else. Mydei noticed the nervous tick and with a small sigh he lowered his arms, clearing his throat as he tipped his head to the side.
“If you want something to do, then come help dry all these dishes.”
You nodded your head along, a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you slowly approached the sink. You had told Mydei to leave it alone and that you would clean up afterwards, but he had insisted that he would clean the dishes for you. You grabbed a spare dry cloth as you stepped up beside Mydei and he took up his previous task of cleaning the dishes.
Minutes continued to tick by and the smell of freshly baked bread became stronger. You swallowed thickly and your stomach was rumbling softly in protest. You couldn’t wait to eat it. Your gaze travelled over to Mydei as you dried a bowl, your eyes slowly wandering up and down his form. A coy smile tugged at your lips as you admired him, silently enjoying how taut the fabric of the apron was pulled over the muscles of his chest and the material clung to his figure, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. It was truly a sight to behold. You playfully bumped your pudgy hip into his side, a soft giggle falling from the plush seam of your lips when Mydei turned his head and shot you a quizzical look.
“You look good in an apron~” you teased with a coy grin.
Mydei’s eyebrows slowly crept up towards his hairline in response. He slowly dragged his gaze over you. You wore the exact same apron he was wearing, pink frills and all. It clung to your curvy figure, the front lightly dusted with sprinkles of flour and a hint of batter. You looked utterly adorable in it with your pudgy waist outlined by the material as the thin string holding it together clung to the curve of your wide hips. A smile tugged at Mydei’s lips.
“You look good too” he replied. “It suits you.”
The sincerity in his voice almost made you choke on the very air you were breathing. You sputtered and stumbled over your words, a hot flush rising to the swell of your round cheeks as your long lashes fluttered wildly over the hot skin. You weren’t expecting such an honest response from him and it took a moment for you to quell the frantic beat of your heart as your stomach bundled up in a flustered knot. You briefly wondered if he had done that on purpose just to fluster you. You playfully bumped your hip into him again. And he playfully pushed back, until you were giggling and batting your hand against his shoulder to get him to stop.
At least you were now completely distracted and nearly forgot all about your banana bread, until the timer finally went off with a loud chime.
You couldn’t help but linger around the kitchen, impatiently waiting for your latest creation to cook in the oven.
you have the time to linger? I'd be on the dishes! Dang you're fast!
“Don’t even think about it” Mydei said with a firm tone. “Leave it alone.”
I AGREE WITH MYDEI! Do NOT check on a cake in the oven, there's a chance the heat will escape and the cake will fall flat. Banana bread is a cake adjacent so-
I was like: nononono and then he spoke up. phew. bless him
I feel like I'm losing the plot. also this reminds me of your banana bread that you made and shared!
He reminded you a little bit of a drill sergeant when he was giving you all the measurements of the ingredients.
Baking is a science. (I need to focus on the story not the baking halp)
so far you've painted a warm kitchen environment and a very nice smell and oh gosh sweets sound nice...
Mydei noticed the nervous tick and with a small sigh he lowered his arms, clearing his throat as he tipped his head to the side.
Considerate. Observant. Wow. Not only that, he provides guidance and solutions. It's so him and kinda hot ngl. Making decisions I can agree with but not bossing us around. 10/10
but he had insisted that he would clean the dishes for you.
I need to find the words to express my appreciation. this is so wow. maybe it's the bare minimum, but if people take the dishes off of me when I'm baking...it's delightful. Nagi just writing Mydei as a very attractive domestic guy...which is exactly what he is. phenomenal.
“You look good too” he replied. “It suits you.”
Must you parry the compliment attack good sir?
this was so cute Nagi. that kitchen smelled amazing. it did.
Don't you sometimes just absolutely hate that you were born in this exact time and place, and in this body? The things that fill our lives feel so meaningless and dull, and the circumstances of our lives make me feel utterly nauseated.
We're like lab rats. We're slaves of our own minds, and most don't even seem to realize how wrong everything is.
We were made to live in communities, not alone in small prisons of our own making.
Don't you sometimes just absolutely hate that you were born in this exact time and place, and in this body? The things that fill our lives feel so meaningless and dull, and the circumstances of our lives make me feel utterly nauseated.
We're like lab rats. We're slaves of our own minds, and most don't even seem to realize how wrong everything is.
We were made to live in communities, not alone in small prisons of our own making.
like I mean this very seriously as writing advice. the character should experience events and make decisions that make them different at the end of the story. they should be changed. they do not have to be improved.
they can get worse. they can make decisions of an increasingly terrible nature. they can stop taking risks on kindness. they can discover how much they can get away with. they can find religion, or abandon it, with negative effects on their moral creed. the character has to develop. the character does not have to grow.
You add so much good just by existing, and penguin wanted to remind you! Thank you for being here. 💕 All the love and support on my last post gave me so much encouragement and hope, and I'm so grateful for the huge positive impact you all have had on me.
Tagging: MY MOOTS! YOU ARE WONDERFUL. I’LL TAKE A BAT TO YOUR NEGATIVE THOUGHTS and you get warm treats and drinks. Or cold ones if that’s your preference!
