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thinking of atsumu oblivious to being pretty bc he sees his face all the time in osamu. after all, they’re identical but where osamu is sharp jaw, dark eyes, cool expression, atsumu is soft cheeks, bright eyes, and wears his heart on his sleeve. everyone sees that, except him.
even osamu KNOWS they’re a little different. atsumu is his other half but not him, they’re different in so many ways. and it shows in the times when people whisper about atsumu. his pretty face, sharp tongue, bright smile. but atsumu never notices and has always believed he and
osamu are the same. but when sunarin tells him he’s pretty, atsumu laughs and says, “so you think samu is pretty too!”
rin frowns, shakes his head and makes a face at osamu sitting beside atsumu. “no, i dont. he’s not pretty.”
rin frowns, shakes his head and makes a face at osamu sitting beside atsumu. “no, i dont. he’s not pretty.”
atsumu, thinking it’s a joke, laughs again. “samu! sunarin thinks you’re ugly.”
osamu rolls his eyes, “shut up. youre uglier.”
“we look the same,” atsumu sticks his tongue out.
“no, we don’t.” osamu shrugs, nonchalant. “you look more like mom.”
osamu rolls his eyes, “shut up. youre uglier.”
“we look the same,” atsumu sticks his tongue out.
“no, we don’t.” osamu shrugs, nonchalant. “you look more like mom.”
“mom is pretty,” atsumu comments.
“exactly.” osamu nods, smug.
“wait! but we’re twins.” atsumu scrunches his nose.
“means im more handsome than you, idiot.” osamu teases.
“exactly.” osamu nods, smug.
“wait! but we’re twins.” atsumu scrunches his nose.
“means im more handsome than you, idiot.” osamu teases.
atsumu frowns, “im more handsome than you.”
“no, YOU are prettier than him,” rin pipes in.
“eh,” atsumu makes a face once again then shrugs. “whatever.”
“no, YOU are prettier than him,” rin pipes in.
“eh,” atsumu makes a face once again then shrugs. “whatever.”
and so he forgets about being called pretty bc appearances doesn’t matter in volleyball. only skills.
but then shouyou comments, “you’re pretty.”
atsumu chokes, “uhhh.... okay?”
“he is,” kiyoomi agrees, sipping on his beer.
but then shouyou comments, “you’re pretty.”
atsumu chokes, “uhhh.... okay?”
“he is,” kiyoomi agrees, sipping on his beer.
atsumu blushes a deep red. why are they ganging up on him? are they pranking him?
“im— what?”
“very pretty, atsumu-san.” shouyou grins, a little tipsy, more flirty.
“hmm, very pretty.” kiyoomi agrees once again.
atsumu sits there, embarrassed, shy.
“im— what?”
“very pretty, atsumu-san.” shouyou grins, a little tipsy, more flirty.
“hmm, very pretty.” kiyoomi agrees once again.
atsumu sits there, embarrassed, shy.
at the end of the evening, he finds himself with two teammates who can’t stop calling him pretty while kissing his neck, cheeks, ears, praising him for being amazing. for being so fucking pretty.
atsumu thinks theyre drunkards. they think he’s in denial.
/idk?????
atsumu thinks theyre drunkards. they think he’s in denial.
/idk?????
