Thread by @ch3w2, when atsumu is thirty three... osamu remains thirty two. atsumu keeps his [...]

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when atsumu is thirty three... osamu remains thirty two.

atsumu keeps his head held high. he keeps his promises. he keeps forever.

every year, he returns with his lopsided onigiri stuffed till its bursting with tuna, salmon, jellybeans, anything he can find. he tells osamu how happy he is, how much fun he's having with volleyball.

when atsumu is forty years old, he can laugh up at the sky as he tells osamu about the new team he's coaching now, how they yell at him when he tries to feed him his homemade onigiri because atsumu never mastered the art, not when he thought his brother would do it for him.

when atsumu is sixty years old, he sighs as he kneels down, bones creaking and cracking as he sets out sake, pouring a cup for his twin and downing another for himself.

"i can't say i'm particularly wrinkly, though i'm sure you would have been," he says, staring at his reflection in the polished stone. reflected against gray, it almost feels as though osamu is there, watching him on the other side.

"but i am old. and you know what? i win. i'm happier than you," he says, laughing at his own joke. "not very hard to be happier than a dead person, huh?"

he quiets down as the joke lands flat with nobody to rebut or fight him for it. his reflection can't answer him.

"i think, though," he finally says after he's had enough of his own face staring mournfully back at him. "i would have been happiest with you. forever."

fun fact: sometimes, when it's late at night and atsumu can't sleep, he'll look at his reflection in the mirror, part his hair the other direction, and say, "hey 'tsumu."

just to see how osamu might have looked if he had grown to be this old.

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