NEW CHALLENGE: INSANE IMPOSSIBLE ADVANCED LEVEL. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT??????!!!!
START NOW!!!!!!
YOUR CHALLENGE: GET OUT OF BED. PUT THE PHONE DOWN. DO WHAT YOU SAID YOU'D DO AN HOUR AGO!
ONLY MASTERS CAN ATTEMPT THIS
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Osamu was not a perfect brother; not by any stretch of the imagination.
His and Atsumu's relationship had never been like in the movies. It was always roaringly loud or stiflingly quiet, none of this "I love you bro" bullshit. It's not like they didn't love each other - they did, deeply, but they sure had odd fucking ways of showing it.
It would take more than his two scarred hands to count the number of times his and Atsumu's fights had ended in a fretful hospital visit, their mother despairing as they sat in the waiting room for hours on end, bruised and pissed off. Their screaming matches had driven away a good few neighbours (not that either of them really minded that). Pranking each other, stealing from each other, crossing the boundary over and over.
Or saying nothing. Sitting for hours in silence. Refusing to talk directly, avoiding each other's eye line, positioning themselves as far away from one another as possible.
Still, Osamu knew he'd rather have the highs and lows of coexisting with your mirror image in a very small space. He'd rather have that than silence that stretched over miles, over prefecture borders. He'd rather have yelling and punching than civil phone calls once a week. A sofa just slightly too small for two would always be achingly empty for just one.
It's not like Osamu wanted to lock them both in. He would kill Atsumu himself if he decided to squander his talent and stay home forever. And professional volleyball was a big fucking deal. Bigger than either of them could've ever really imagined for themselves. Even so, it stung to think of the last videogame round, the last midnight chat, the last fight, the last hissy fit and falling out. Osamu would take a lifetime of those if it meant things would stay as they are.
But time has never worked like that.
"Stop cryin', scrub." Atsumu scolded. "'S not like I'm goin' off to die in war."
"Fuck you," Osamu snapped, wiping his eyes, which were not watering.
Atsumu sighed, stopping in the doorway. "I'm serious. I'll be back. You don't seriously believe I'm leavin' before the score is evened?"
Osamu let out a watery laugh. "Good luck winnin' enough fights to even get close to me."
They hugged, tightly, both of them sniffling to themselves as if they could possibly pretend they weren't crying right now.
"'M serious, 'Samu," Atsumu said. "We're brothers, ok? We'll find our way back to each other, I promise."
Osamu nodded, throat tight, words refusing to form into coherent sentences in his mind. Atsumu grabbed his backpack and forced a grin.
"Besides, if yer some famous chef, I expect my free fuckin' food. So you'd have to kill me ta keep me away from that."
"I'll spit in it all, specially fer you," Osamu promised, grinning back.
It was a promise, a quiet declaration of love, shrouded in jokes and insults, paraded as normalcy in the face of the biggest fucking upheaval either of them had faced so far. But if they could make it through this, well...
They were brothers. No distance or time apart would change that. Nothing could.
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. ˚ ✦ @kennergy — ❝ i'll beach you off right now , ken. ❞
inexplicable emotions stirred in his chest , directing themselves towards the other ken before him. in the real world , most would call it jealousy. he would most likely see it as devotion to his barbie. the barbie that is threatened by the sheer presence of this ken attempting to beach him off. he would scoff if he wasn't so offended , who would even believe they could beach people off better than him ? he stood up straight , closing the distance between himself & ken with resolve , teeth exposed with an almost snarl. ❝ you can't even beach yourself off. how are you going to beach both of us off ? that doesn't make any sense. how about i beach you off first ? ❞
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